Nor, as we are, we say, we will not shun it:
So tell your master.
Mont.
I shall deliver so.
Montjoy rises from his knee.
Thanks to your highness.
Exit Montjoy with Attendants, R.H.
Glo. I hope they will not come upon us now.
K. Hen. We are in Heaven’s hand, brother, not in theirs.
March to the bridge; it now draws toward night: