La Var. Here, sirrah, take this token to the King:—
Go with your utmost speed: entreat him, quickly,
To bring his forces in reserve. This effort
Restores, or kills, our hope.—Yet I'll fight all out;
I'll shake these pillars of the White-rose House
Till the whole building totters, tho' its fall
Should crush me in the ruins. [Exit.
Fool. Well said, Sampson—that's a bold fellow, and I'm on his side. Red roses for ever!
Enter a Soldier, of the White Rose Party.