Call soldiers near to hear their sovereign’s hest.
THE THIRD SCENE.
Gawin King of Albany, Aschillus King of Denmark, King of Norway. A number of Soldiers.
Arthur. O friends, and fellows of my weariest toils,
Which have borne out with me so many brunts,
And desperate storms of wars and brainsick Mars!
Lo now the hundreth month, wherein we win!
Hath all the blood we spent in foreign coasts,
The wounds and deaths, and winters bode abroad,
Deserved thus to be disgraced at home?