Is but the mantle to the deepest guile,
And men but stab the deeper when they smile.
[Curtain.
ACT III.
SCENE I.—(A deserted camp.) Enter Henry alone.
Hen. What is a king’s weak royalty to this Power
That lifts the crowns from kings and plucks them down
From earth-built majesties? I yesterday
Who wore a crown and called me Emperor