Bates. I think it be, but we have no great cause to desire the
approach of day.
Will. We see yonder the beginning of the day, but I think we shall never see the end of it. Who goes there?
King Henry. A friend.
Will. Under what captain serve you?
King. Under Sir Thomas Erpingham.
Will. A good old commander, and a most kind gentleman: I pray you, what thinks he of our estate?
King. Even as men wrecked upon a sand, that look to be washed off the next tide.
Bates. He hath not told his thought to the king?
King. No; nor it is not meet that he should; for though I speak it to you, I think the king is but a man as I am.
And it is here that he proceeds to make that important disclosure above quoted, that all his senses have but human conditions, and that all his affections, though higher mounted, stoop with the like wing; and therefore no man should in reason possess him with any appearance of fear, lest he, by showing it, 'should dishearten his army.'