MONTJOY.
I shall deliver so. Thanks to your Highness.
[Exit.]
GLOUCESTER.
I hope they will not come upon us now.
KING HENRY.
We are in God's hands, brother, not in theirs.
March to the bridge; it now draws toward night.
Beyond the river we'll encamp ourselves,
And on to-morrow bid them march away.
[Exeunt.]
