Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love
And ample interchange of sweet discourse
[100] Which so long sunder’d friends should dwell upon:
[♦] God give us leisure for these rites of love!
Once more, adieu: be valiant, and speed well!
Richm. Good lords, conduct him to his regiment:
[♦] I’ll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap,
[105] Lest leaden slumber peise me down to-morrow,
When I should mount with wings of victory:
[♦] Once more, good night, kind lords and gentlemen. [Exeunt all but Richmond.