BUCKINGHAM.
That is too much presumption on thy part;
But if thy arms be to no other end,
The King hath yielded unto thy demand:
The Duke of Somerset is in the Tower.
YORK.
Upon thine honour, is he prisoner?
BUCKINGHAM.
Upon mine honour, he is prisoner.
YORK.
Then, Buckingham, I do dismiss my powers.
Soldiers, I thank you all; disperse yourselves;
Meet me tomorrow in Saint George’s field,
You shall have pay and everything you wish.
[Exeunt Soldiers.]
And let my sovereign, virtuous Henry,
Command my eldest son, nay, all my sons,
As pledges of my fealty and love,
I’ll send them all as willing as I live.
Lands, goods, horse, armour, anything I have
Is his to use, so Somerset may die.
BUCKINGHAM.
York, I commend this kind submission.
We twain will go into his highness’ tent.
Enter King and Attendants.
KING HENRY.
Buckingham, doth York intend no harm to us
That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm?
YORK.
In all submission and humility
York doth present himself unto your highness.