Act3 Scene2

SCENE TEN King: Good morrow old Sir Thomas Erpingham: A good soft Pillow for that good white Head, Were better then a churlish turfe of France.

Erpingham: Not so my Liege, this Lodging likes me better, Since I may say, now lye I like a King. King: 'Tis good for men to loue their present paines, Vpon example, so the Spirit is eased: Lend me thy Cloake Sir Thomas: Brothers both,

Commend me to the Princes in our Campe; Doe my good morrow to them, and anon Desire them all to my Pauillion. Bedford: We shall, my Liege.

Erpingham: Shall I attend your Grace? King: No, my good Knight: Goe with my Brothers to my Lords of England: I and my Bosome must debate a while, And then I would no other company. Erpingham: The Lord in Heauen blesse thee, Noble / Harry.

King: God a mercy old Heart, thou speak'st chearefully.
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