ABSTRACT
Why so, now call them in, and speake them faire. A smile of France will feed an English foole. Beare them in hand as friends, for so they be: But in the hart like traitors as they are.
Enter the English Lords. Now famous followers, chieftaines of the world, Rave we solicited with heartie prayer The heaven in favour of our high attempt. Leave we this place, and march we with our power To rowse the Tyrant from his chief est hold: And when our labours have a prosprous end, Each man shall reape the fruite of his desert. 630 And so resolvde, brave followers let us hence. (Exeunt [Scene iv]
Enter K. John, Bastard, Pandulph, and a many Priests with them.
