K. Hen.
No, my good knight;
Go with my brothers to my lords of England:
Erpingham crosses to R.
I and my bosom must debate a while,
And then I would no other company.
Erp. Heaven bless thee, noble Harry!
Exit Erpingham, R.H.
K. Hen. Gad-a-mercy, old heart! thou speakest cheerfully.
Enter Pistol, L.H.