_Alb._ The king is entering. Look up, my dame. I rage to think you could be false, and not Because you are. Come, where's your blood, my lady? Those frosted cheeks are not the royal color. Smile and I'll pardon you. I know you true. [_Aside_] But when we're home again we'll talk somewhat Of those same favors granted to your father. [_Enter Pembroke, Winchester, and others. Pembroke and Winchester talk apart_] _Pem._ But where is Gualo? He is friend to Kent. _Win._ Shipped back to Rome. _Pem._ Well done! _Win._ That is made sure. And now I'll push the claim of Adelais With all the power pillared by the church. _Pem._ Henry will never yield. He wraps the earl So close in love 'twill shake the throne to part them. There's no path to the king not barriered By Kent's unceasing watch. _Win._ I'll drop a canker Will eat a way for us. Ah, here they come. _Pem._ Arm-locked as king and king; and eye to eye, Like lovers changing souls. [_Enter Henry_, _Kent_, _Lord Wynne_. _Lords and ladies, among whom is Margaret, enter behind them_] _Hen._ [_To Kent_] I fear to tell you, Hubert, even you. _Kent._ I do not fear to hear it, whate'er you do So well becomes a throne. _Hen._ You promise then Your fullest pardon? _Kent._ Your open deeds, my lord, Bear such a noble front I should not fear To clap a lusty "ay" to all you've done In secret. _Hen._ Thank you, Kent. And Roland, too,-- Our good lord Wynne--must echo you with pardon, For I have touched him when he felt me not, And shortly he must look upon his wound. _Wynne._ I do not fear to see it. You've taught me, sir, The wounds you give me carry their own heal. _Hen._ But this is deep. _Wynne._ The richer then the balm. _Hen._ Then out, poor Henry, with thy heart's misdeed. [_Turns to the court_] Listen, my lords,--my gracious court,--to you I make appeal. Is any here who holds Me in such wintry and removed regard He would not grant my heart its choice in love? [_Surprise and silence_] _Win._ Your wisdom, sire, that sets the cap of age Upon the curls of youth, gives us excuse To bid you choose at will your royal mate. If I speak not for all, we'll hear dissent. [_Silence_] This silence warrants you to woo and speed. _Hen._ That I have done, and now can show to you This jewel of my choice that late I found Deep hidden from the world. So fixed my love, I can not wait to wander through the ways A king comes to betrothal, and shall win Your quick assent, even now, by bringing her To your commending eyes. [_Exit Henry_]