[145]How may I reverently worship thee enough?
Alen. Leave off delays, and let us raise the siege.
Reig. Woman, do what thou canst to save our honours;
[♦]Drive them from Orleans and be immortalized.
[♦] Char. Presently we’ll try: come, let’s away about it:
[150] No prophet will I trust, if she prove false. [Exeunt.
aac SCENE III. London. Before the Tower.
Enter the DUKE of GLOUCESTER, with his Serving-men in blue coats.
[♦] Glou. I am come to survey the Tower this day:
Since Henry’s death, I fear, there is conveyance.