Win. [To Pembroke] Mark you earl Kent?
He changes face.
Pem. And his pale friend, lord Wynne,
Turns corpse on 's feet.
Win. Ha! Is it possible
They were not privy to this kingly move?
[Re-enter Henry, leading Glaia]
Hen. Here, dear my lords! Look on my choice and say
That here might come Rome's vestals to repair
Their tapers dim. Is she not royal, friends?