Act IV, Scene ix

[Flourish. Enter KING HENRY, WARWICK, CLARENCE, MONTAGUE, EXETER, and OXFORD.]

WARWICK.:

What counsel, lords? Edward from Belgia,

With hasty Germans and blunt Hollanders,

Hath pass'd in safety through the narrow seas,

And with his troops doth march amain to London;

And many giddy people flock to him.

KING HENRY.:

Let's levy men and beat him back again.

CLARENCE.:

A little fire is quickly trodden out,

Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.

WARWICK.:

In Warwickshire I have true-hearted friends,

Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war.

Those will I muster up;—and thou, son Clarence,

Shalt stir up in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent

The knights and gentlemen to come with thee.—

Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham,

Northampton, and in Leicestershire shalt find

Men well inclin'd to hear what thou command'st.—

And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well belov'd,

In Oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friends.—

My sovereign, with the loving citizens,

Like to his island girt in with the ocean,

Or modest Dian circled with her nymphs,

Shall rest in London till we come to him.—

Fair lords, take leave and stand not to reply.—

Farewell, my sovereign.

KING HENRY.:

Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy's true hope.

CLARENCE.:

In sign of truth I kiss your highness' hand.

KING HENRY.:

Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortunate!

MONTAGUE.:

Comfort, my lord;—and so I take my leave.

OXFORD.:

And thus[kissing Henry's hand]I seal my truth, and bid

adieu.

KING HENRY.:

Sweet Oxford, and my loving Montague,

And all at once, once more a happy farewell.

WARWICK.:

Farewell, sweet lords; let's meet at Coventry.

[Exeunt Warwick, Clarendon, Oxford, and Montague.]