The Governor and others come from the town, and kneeling, present to King Henry the keys of the city.
K. Hen. Come, uncle Exeter, R.
Go you and enter Harfleur; there remain,
And fortify it strongly ’gainst the French:
Use mercy to them all. For us, dear uncle,—
The winter coming on, and sickness growing
Upon our soldiers,—we’ll retire to Calais.
To-night in Harfleur[*] will we be your guest;
To-morrow for the march are we addrest.[10]
March. English army enter the town through the breach.