FITZ. Hubert, I will.
KING. What, stand they still on terms?
LEI. On honourable terms, on terms of right.
Our lives without our liberty we scorn.
KING. You shall have life and liberty, I swear.
LEI. Then Leicester bows his knee to his liege lord,
And humbly begs his highness to beware
Of wronging innocence, as he hath done.
RICH. The like Richmond desires, and yields his sword.
KING. I do embrace ye both, and hold myself
Richer by a whole realm in having you.
FITZ. Much is my wrong; yet I submit with these,
Begging free leave to live a private life.
KING. Old brands of malice in thy bosom rest:
Thou shalt have leave to leave me, never doubt.
Fitzwater, see thou ship thee straight for France,
And never set thy foot on English shore,
Till I repeal thee. Go, go hence in peace.
LEI. Why doth your highness wrong Fitzwater thus?