My dear lord Gloster,—and my good lord Exeter,—
Warriors all, adieu!
Crosses back to R.
West. O that we now had here
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work to-day!([F])
Enter King Henry, attended.([G]) U.E.L.H.
K. Hen. (C.)
What’s he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland?—No, my fair cousin: