Mont. I shall, King Harry. And so fare thee well:
Thou neuer shalt heare Herauld any more.
Enter.
King. I feare thou wilt once more come againe for a
Ransome.
Enter Yorke.
Yorke. My Lord, most humbly on my knee I begge
The leading of the Vaward
King. Take it, braue Yorke.
Now Souldiers march away,
And how thou pleasest God, dispose the day.
Exeunt.
Alarum. Excursions. Enter Pistoll, French Souldier, Boy.
Pist. Yeeld Curre
French. Ie pense que vous estes le Gentilhome de bon qualitee
Pist. Qualtitie calmie custure me. Art thou a Gentleman?
What is thy Name? discusse
French. O Seigneur Dieu