Ward. Who be ye?
Hen. Henry of Germany, whose November storms
Have stript his Summer’s royalty.
Ward. What would you within, Henry of Germany?
Hen. Knowest thou not, O Man, I am a King,
Though crownless, in these bleak, inclement times,
And this my sorrowful Queen. Wouldst thou not
Do her meet reverence?
Ward. We know no King but the Holy Pope of Rome.
Hen. I seek his presence. These three pitiless days,