40 More than God or religious churchmen may.
Glou. Name not religion, for thou lovest the flesh,
And ne’er throughout the year to church thou go’st
Except it be to pray against thy foes.
Bed. Cease, cease these jars and rest your minds in peace:
45 Let’s to the altar: heralds, wait on us:
Instead of gold, we’ll offer up our arms;
Since arms avail not now that Henry’s dead.
Posterity, await for wretched years,
[♦] When at their mothers’ moist eyes babes shall suck,