And when the morning sun shall raise his car
80 Above the border of this horizon,
We’ll forward towards Warwick and his mates;
For well I wot that Henry is no soldier.
[♦] Ah, froward Clarence! how evil it beseems thee,
To flatter Henry and forsake thy brother!
85 Yet, as we may, we’ll meet both thee and Warwick.
Come on, brave soldiers: doubt not of the day,
And, that once gotten, doubt not of large pay. [Exeunt.