By a fool's wit. Now Rome is at my back,
And Henry king! But I'll make peace with you,
For I foresee a power in De Burgh
That warns me not to scorn even traitor strength.
Alb. Ay, we've no fear you'll let this sudden turn
Cut off our fortunes.
Hen. Come, my lords. Come, all!
We'll to the gates to greet the earl of Kent!
[Exeunt. Curtain]