[Exit.]
BUCKINGHAM.
What, is he fled? Go some, and follow him;
And he that brings his head unto the King
Shall have a thousand crowns for his reward.
[Exeunt some of them.]
Follow me, soldiers; we’ll devise a mean
To reconcile you all unto the King.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE IX. Kenilworth Castle
Sound trumpets. Enter King, Queen and Somerset on the terrace, aloft.
KING HENRY.
Was ever king that joyed an earthly throne
And could command no more content than I?
No sooner was I crept out of my cradle
But I was made a king at nine months old.
Was never subject longed to be a king
As I do long and wish to be a subject.
Enter Buckingham and old Clifford.
BUCKINGHAM.
Health and glad tidings to your majesty!