Sal. God's arm strike with us! 'tis a fearful odds.
God be wi' you, princes all; I'll to my charge:
If we no more meet till we meet in heaven,
Then, joyfully, my noble Lord of Bedford, 8
My dear Lord Gloucester, and my good Lord Exeter,
And my kind , warriors all, adieu!
Bed. Farewell, good Salisbury; and good luck go with thee!
Exe. Farewell, kind lord. Fight valiantly today: 12
And yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it,
For thou art fram'd of the firm truth of valour.
Bed. He is as full of valour as of kindness;
Princely in both.
Enter the King.
West. O! that we now had here 16
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work to-day.
K. Hen. What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin:
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow 20
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, 24
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
But if it be a sin to covet honour, 28
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my , wish not a man from England:
10 kinsman: i.e., Westmoreland
30 coz: cousin