Shall rest in London till we come to him.
Faire Lords take leaue and stand not to replie,
Farewell my soueraigne.
45 King. Farewel my Hector, my Troyes true hope.
War. Farewell sweet Lords, lets meet at Couentrie.
All. Agreed. Exeunt Omnes.
SC. XVIII. ear
[♦] Edw. Sease on the shamefast Henry,
And once againe conuaie him to the Tower,
Awaie with him, I will not heare him speake.