To keep me stationed in my feudal rights,
And what you venture for me I'll make good
With forty thousand men, or horse or foot.
Hen. Where is lord Wynne? Inquire if he has gone?
Alb. He'll trouble you no more, for if my servants
Be to me loyal they've set him toward the sea.
Hen. You're pert in my own matters. I bethought me
I would recall his sentence. He is noble,
And I have done him wrong. Why press about me?