Ye are devils all! Call me the earl of Kent.
Win. He is not here, my lord.
Hen. Give me the warrant.
Quick, sir! I'll have it back! I'll take more time!
Win. 'Tis gone, my liege.
Hen. Gone? Is the devil your post?
Pem. We pray your pardon, sire.
Hen. Could you not give
One little hour to old friends taking leave,
Though one is a poor king? Away from me!