This genuine welcome from my people is the most brilliant trophy I have gained:—but thank not me, my friends—to this young warrior's arm we owe success. (pointing to Valentine) The giant chieftain of yon pagan host measures his length on earth, subdued by valour and by Valentine.
Valentine.
My gracious liege; the child of chance, the creature of your bounty can never atchieve a thousandth part of what he owes to you, his sovereign, and his father.
King.
Yet, in requital of that sense of honour, take from thy king the Earldom of Auvergne.
Henry.
(Apart to the King.) Auvergne! a royal title!—He'll next obtain the crown—Sure, my liege, a man unknown—
King.
It is my best prerogative to rescue unknown merit from obscurity.