And, like true subjects, sons of your progenitors,
[♦] Go cheerfully together and digest
Your angry choler on your enemies.
Ourself, my lord protector and the rest
170 After some respite will return to Calais;
From thence to England; where I hope ere long
To be presented, by your victories,
[♦] With Charles, Alençon and that traitorous rout. [Flourish. Exeunt all but York, Warwick, Exeter and Vernon.
War. My Lord of York, I promise you, the king
[175] Prettily, methought, did play the orator.