And humbly thus, with halters on their necks,
Expect your highness’ doom, of life or death.
King. Then, heaven, set ope thy everlasting gates,
To entertain my vows of thanks and praise!
15 Soldiers, this day have you redeem’d your lives
And show’d how well you love your prince and country:
Continue still in this so good a mind,
[♦] And Henry, though he be infortunate,
Assure yourselves, will never be unkind:
20 And so, with thanks and pardon to you all,