Rich. And he—is Louis.
To cast his yoke and take a sovereign
Of our election.
Rich. Royal Albemarle!
Alb. Here stand we then. De Burgh we count as dead.
Le Moine has orders to strike off his head
Soon as he's taken. Now we get the king
To Dover fort, on pretence to defend it.
There the besieging French will take him prisoner,