Hen. I fight for him.
Gla. Ah, me!
Hen. Is it not brave to fight?
Gla. But kings are wicked
To buy their kingdoms with their subjects' lives.
Two days ago they brought a noble knight
Into the castle, bloody and quite dead,
And when I cried, my Hubert whispered "Hush,
'Tis for the king." Hubert is now at sea—
Mayhap this moment dies—and for the king.