Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss, As seal to this indenture of my love, That to my home I will no more return, Till Angiers and the right thou hast in France, Together with that pale, that white-faced shore, Whose foot spurns back the ocean’s roaring tides And coops from other lands her islanders, Even till that England, hedged in with the main, That water-walled bulwark, still secure And confident from foreign purposes, Even till that utmost corner of the west Salute thee for her king: till then, fair boy, Will I not think of home, but follow arms.
On your cheek I lay this passionate kiss, As a seal of my love for you, And I swear I won’t return home Until Angiers and your rightful place in France, Along with that pale, white-faced shore, Which keeps the ocean’s waves at bay And protects her islanders from foreign lands, Even until England, surrounded by the sea, That water-bound wall, secure and safe From foreign threats, Even until that farthest edge of the west Salutes you as her king: until then, fair boy, I will not think of home, but only of war.
Austria · Act 2, Scene 1
Austria swears on Arthur's face that he will not rest until the boy is king and England bows to him, sealing his oath with a kiss. The speech lands because it sounds noble and passionate—exactly the kind of words that make men follow. But the play will show that such vows last only until the next advantage appears, and Austria's loyalty is worth nothing when Philip decides to switch sides.