My hope of it. Call it a miracle,
Not victory.
Gualo. Call it whate'er you will,
The Lord of Hosts was with this noble knight.
Hen. Not knight, but the right noble earl of Kent,
And for his life our grand justiciary.
[To Gersa] Thou art the mavis to a happy dawn.
Come, sing again. [Talks aside with him]
Win. [To Albemarle and Pembroke] Your lordships, do you ride?
Alb. What tone is this?