--My brother! oh my brother!
_Enter_ FRIAR.
_Guard_.--Who would pass here?
_Friar_.--A friend! a friend!--a messenger of mercy!
_Guard_.--Nay, wert thou mercy's self, you cannot pass.
_Friar_.--Refuse ye, then, your prisoners their confessor?
_Guard_.--Approach not, or ye die!
_Friar_.--Would ye stretch forth your hand 'gainst Heaven's
anointed?
_Guard_.--Ay! 'gainst the Pope himself, if he should thwart
me.
_Friar_.--Mercy ye have not, neither shall ye find it.
_[Springs forward and stabs him_--_approaches_ RICHARD
_and_ HENRY, _and unbinds their fetters_.
_Friar_.--In chains as criminals! Ye are free, but speak
not.
_Richard_.--Here, holy father, let me kneel to thank thee.
_Henry_.--And let me hear but my deliverer's name,
That my first prayer may waft it to the skies.
_Friar_.--Kneel not, nor thank me here. There's need of neither;
But be ye silent, for the ground has ears;
Nor let it hear your footsteps.
_[He approaches the fire; kindles a torch and fires the
camp_.
_Henry_.--Behold, my brother, he has fired the camp!
Already see the flames ascend around him.
_Friar_.--Now! now, my country! here thou art avenged!
Fly with me to the beach! pursuit is vain!
Thou, Heaven, hast heard me! thou art merciful! _[Exit_.
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