[Exit Kent with Glaia. Margaret would follow, but is detained by lady Albemarle, who is half swooning. Winchester kneels and kisses the king's robe]
Win. My king,
Thou'rt still beloved.
Hen. Ah, what canst say to one
So pinioned by distress that he must lose
His dearest friend or dearest love?
Win. My lord, if friendship may have leave to speak
As fits its holy bond and name——
Hen. O, speak!
Say anything!