That your own lips shall be the first to make
Renewal of this charge.
Hen. Rise, Winchester.
You are forgiven, but not yet may take
Your old place in our heart.
[Albemarle and Pembroke kneel]
Alb. Were thoughts of men
Writ on the heart's red walls, this sword, my liege,
Should open mine that you might read me clear
Of all intent save truest care for thee.