Here stand we both, and aim we at the best:
And, for the time shall not seem tedious,
10 I’ll tell thee what befel me on a day
In this self-place where now we mean to stand.
[♦] Sec. Keep. Here comes a man; let’s stay till he be past.
Enter KING HENRY, disguised, with a prayer-book.
K. Hen. From Scotland am I stol’n, even of pure love,
[♦] To greet mine own land with my wishful sight.
15 No, Harry, Harry, ’tis no land of thine;
Thy place is fill’d, thy sceptre wrung from thee,