Eld. Ay, thou'lt get thy right place, I hope, though it be lord footman to a donkey! Come along with you both!
[Exeunt. Re-enter the king and Glaia]
Gla. I can't believe it yet, your majesty.
Hen. Nay, Henry, love. The name you gave me first.
By that alone I'll live upon your lips.
Gla. I should be gay,—alack, I am half sad.
A sort of music here is gone. Mayhap
I loved my brother better than the king.
Hen. Thy brother? Call me that no more. My bride!
The sleeping angel I would kiss awake,