MONTJOY.
I shall, King Harry. And so fare thee well;
Thou never shalt hear herald any more.
[Exit.]
KING HENRY.
I fear thou'lt once more come again for ransom.
[Enter York.]
YORK.
My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg
The leading of the vaward.
KING HENRY.
Take it, brave York. Now, soldiers, march away;
And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day!
[Exeunt.]
