Alb. My hot-mouthed sir,
I'll leave his majesty to teach you better manners.
Hen. And here I do, with a ne'er-ending lesson.
Roland de Born, so lately lord of Wynne,
Thou'rt banished from our realms, not to return,
Though thou shouldst live to see more years than yet
Man ever numbered his.
Wynne. Is this your will?
Hen. In truth, 'tis nothing else!
Wynne. Then, sire, farewell.