SCENE 1. Room in the earl of Pembroke's castle. Pem-
broke in bed. Rich/ord and Albemarle attending.
Pem. The king has come
Alb. He waits upon your grace
As a good servant; with demeanor speaks
True sorrow you are brought so low.
Pem. [Stoutly] Ha! Low
Alb. Sir, but in body. Pembroke's mounting mind
Can never be struck down.
Pem. He's sad, you say
Alb. In tears, your grace. He weeps more like a son
Pem. A son! Where is the son
Would weep for Pembroke
Rich. Here, my dearest father!
Here are the tears would water thy affliction
Till it be washed from thy endangered body.
Here is the heart would give its younger blood
To make thine leap with health. Without you, sir,
I am no more than is the gaudy bloom
Of some stout tree the axe has brought to ground.
0, wilt forgive the many pains I've cost thee
Pem. First touch my hand and swear by highest God
That you will serve the king.
Rich. 0, slight condition!
I take this noble hand that ne'er was raised