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Gradually the wrath faded out of the old King's face, and he said--
"
Kiss me, my prince. There . . . what fearest thou? Am I not thy loving
father?"
"
Thou art good to me that am unworthy, O mighty and gracious lord: that
in truth I know. But--but--it grieveth me to think of him that is to
die, and--"
"Ah, 'tis like thee, 'tis like thee! I know thy heart is still the same,
even though thy mind hath suffered hurt, for thou wert ever of a gentle
spirit. But this duke standeth between thee and thine honours: I will
have another in his stead that shall bring no taint to his great office.
Comfort thee, my prince: trouble not thy poor head with this matter."
"But is it not I that speed him hence, my liege? How long might he not
live, but for me?"
"
Take no thought of him, my prince: he is not worthy. Kiss me once
again, and go to thy trifles and amusements; for my malady distresseth
me. I am aweary, and would rest. Go with thine uncle Hertford and thy
people, and come again when my body is refreshed."
Tom, heavy-hearted, was conducted from the presence, for this last
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