Duke.
So that from point to point now have you heard
The fundamental reasons of this war,
Whose great decision hath much blood let forth,
And more thirsts after.

1 Lord.
Holy seems the quarrel
Upon your grace's part; but black and fearful
On the opposer.

Duke.
Therefore we marvel much, our cousin France
Would, in so just a business, shut his bosom
Against our borrowing prayers.

2 Lord.
Good my Lord,
The reasons of our state I cannot yield,
But like a common and an outward man,
That the great figure of a council frames
By self-unable motion, therefore dare not
Say what I think of it, since I have found
My self in my incertain grounds to fail
As often as I guest.

Duke.
Be it his pleasure.

2 Lord.
But I am sure the younger of our nation,
That surfeit on their ease, will day by day
Come here for physick.

Duke.
Welcome shall they be:
And all the honours that can fly from us,
Shall on them settle. You know your places well.
When better fall, for your avails they fell,
To-morrow to the field. [Exeunt.

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