Hubert!

[The king closes the doors upon them]

Hen. The midnight's past. I must away to Glaia,

And by the sunrise at her window sing.

My lords are set toward London. None shall know,

Save Cupid's self, how far I ride to-night.

[Curtain]

ACT IV
Scene 1. Near the cottage in Greenot woods. Henry, with lute, singing.