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But we our kingdom's safety must so tender,

Whose ruin you have sought, that to her laws

We do deliver you. Get you therefore hence,

Poor miserable wretches, to your death;

The taste whereof, God of his mercy give

You patience to endure, and true repentance

Of all your dear offences! Bear them hence.

Exeunt [Cambridge, Scroop, and Grey, guarded].

Now, lords, for France! the enterprise whereof

Shall be to you, as us, like glorious.

We doubt not of a fair and lucky war,

Since God so graciously hath brought to light

This dangerous treason lurking in our way

To hinder our beginnings. We doubt not now

But every rub is smoothed on our way.

Then forth, dear countrymen: let us deliver

Our puissance into the hand of God,

Putting it straight in expedition.

Cheerly to sea! the signs of war advance:

No king of England, if not king of France.

Flourish. [Exeunt.]

Host. Prithee, honey-sweet husband, let me

bring thee to Staines.

Pist. No; for my manly heart doth yearn.

 175 tender: cherish

181 dear: grievous

183 like: in equal degree

188 rub: obstacle

191 straight: at once

expedition: motion

192 signs: standards

advance: raise

 2 bring: accompany

Staines: first stage on the road from London to Southampton

3 yearn: grieve 