Mug. Not I, my lord; what if I had?
Henry. Marry, if thou hadst, thou mightst have had the stab, For he hath solemnly sworn thy death.
Mug. I may be stabb'd, and live till he be dead: But wherefore bears he me such deadly hate?
Henry. Because his wife bears thee such kindly love.
Mug. If that be all, the next time that I meet her, I'll make her shake off love with her heels.40 But which way is he gone? I'll go take [409] a walk On purpose from the court to meet with him. [Exit.
Henry. I like not this. Come, Epernoun, Let us go seek the duke, and make them friends. [Exeunt.
SCENE XVIII.
Alarums within, and a cry— "The Duke Joyeux is slain." Enter [410] the King of Navarre, Bartus, and train.
Nav. The duke is slain, and all his power dispers'd, And we are graced with wreaths of victory. Thus God, we see, doth ever guide the right, To make his glory great upon the earth.
Bar. The terror of this happy victory, I hope, will make the king surcease his hate, And either never manage army more, Or else employ them in some better cause.