30 K. Hen. Sweet Oxford, and my loving Montague,
And all at once, once more a happy farewell.
[♦] War. Farewell, sweet lords: let’s meet at Coventry. [Exeunt all but King Henry and Exeter.
K. Hen. Here at the palace will I rest awhile.
Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship?
35 Methinks the power that Edward hath in field
[♦] Should not be able to encounter mine.
Exe. The doubt is that he will seduce the rest.
[♦] K. Hen. That’s not my fear; my meed hath got me fame:
I have not stopp’d mine ears to their demands,