[5] K. Rich. Norfolk, we must have knocks; ha! must we not?
[♦] Nor. We must both give and take, my gracious lord.
[♦] K. Rich. Up with my tent there! here will I lie to night:
[♦] But where to-morrow? Well, all’s one for that.
[♦] Who hath descried the number of the foe?
[10] Nor. Six or seven thousand is their utmost power.
[♦] K. Rich. Why, our battalion trebles that account:
[♦] Besides, the king’s name is a tower of strength,
[♦] Which they upon the adverse party want.
[♦] Up with my tent there! Valiant gentlemen,