King. My brother Glosters voyce.
Glost. My Lord, the Army stayes vpon your presence.
King. Stay Gloster stay, and I will go with thee,
The day my friends, and all things stayes for me.20
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Enter Clarence, Gloster, Exeter, and Salisburie.
War. My Lords the French are very strong.
Exe. There is fiue to one, and yet they all are fresh.[5533]
War. Of fighting men they haue full fortie thousand.
Sal. The oddes is all too great. Farwell kind Lords:
Braue Clarence, and my Lord of Gloster,5
My Lord of Warwicke, and to all farewell.