The Doffalne Rages Out Their Heels

The cardinal Pendelf is within at rest, who half an hour since came from the dolphin and brings with him such offers of our peace as we with honor and respect may take. Show now your mended face and instantly return with me again to push destruction and perpetual shame out of the weak door of our fate in land. Straight let us seek or straight we shall be sought. The doffalne rages out of their heels. And you my noble prince, with other princes that may be blessed to be spared shall wait upon your father's funeral. At Worcester must his body be interred, for so he willed it. They shall at them, and happily may your sweet self