K. Hen. Come, go we in procession to the village:
And be it death proclaimed through our host
To boast of this, or take that praise from Heaven
Which is his only.
Flu. (R.C.) Is it not lawful, and please your majesty, to tell how many is killed?
K. Hen. up the stage C. Yes, captain; but with this acknowledgment,
That Heaven fought for us.
Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did us great goot.
K. Hen. Do we all holy rites:([R])
The curtains of the Royal Pavilion are drawn aside, and discover an Altar and Priests.