Pem. Nay, but 'tis strange.
Ger. [To Henry] One hundred knights, eight hundred officers,
Now wait their doom from you. Le Moine was found
Hid in his ship, and offered mighty sums
For his vile life, but Fitzroy closed the parley
By striking off his head.
Alb. What? Le Moine dead?
Hen. Why so amazed, my lord of Albemarle?
Did you not prophesy a victory?
Alb. True, true, my liege, but this surpasses all