Now say, lord General, how fares our camp?
General.
All well, my sovereign liege, except some few
That are deceas'd by fortune of the war.
King.
But what portends[19] thy cheerful countenance,
And posting to our presence thus in haste?
Speak, man, hath fortune given us victory?
General.
Victory, my liege, and that with little loss.
King.