If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound,
Before thy most assured overthrow.
K. Hen. (C.) Who hath sent thee now?
Mont.
The Constable of France.
K. Hen. I pray thee, bear my former answer back:
Bid them achieve me,[23] and then sell my bones.
Good Heaven! Why should they mock poor fellows thus?
The man, that once did sell the lion’s skin
While the beast liv’d, was kill’d with hunting him.