[Exit both.
Enter Henry attired in rude clothes, bareheaded and barefooted, with a wisp of straw about his waist, and with him the Queen in black.
Queen. This way my Lord, perchance his stony heart
So beat upon by storming of our tears,
May soften its adamant.
Hen. ’Tis for Germany and thee, I do this penance,
And for our sweet boy’s kingship, I, myself
Am all so calloused o’er by utter spite
Of too much curses showered by popes and fate,
It cares me little. Let the world go wrack,