The King goes up the stage with Exeter, Bedford, and Gloster.
Flu. By this day and this light, the fellow has mettle enough in his pelly.—Hold, there is twelve pence for you; and I pray you to serve Heaven, and keep you out of prawls, and prabbles, and quarrels, and dissensions, and, I warrant you, it is the petter for you.
Will. I will none of your money.
Flu. It is with a goot will; I can tell you, it will serve you to mend your shoes: Come, wherefore should you be so pashful? your shoes is not so goot: ’tis a goot silling, I warrant you, or I will change it.
Exit Williams, R.H.
Enter English Herald, R.H.
K. Hen. coming down C. Now, herald, are the dead number’d?
Herald uncovers, kneels, and delivers papers. The King gives one paper to Exeter.
K. Hen. (C.) What prisoners of good sort are taken, uncle?
Exe. (L.C.) Charles duke of Orleans, nephew to the king;