KING EDWARD. Here, English Lords, we do proclaim a rest, An intercession of our painful arms: Sheath up your swords, refresh your weary limbs, Peruse your spoils; and, after we have breathed A day or two within this haven town, God willing, then for England we’ll be shipped; Where, in a happy hour, I trust, we shall Arrive, three kings, two princes, and a queen. FINIS.