Sound trumpet; Edward shall be here proclaim'd:
Come, fellow-soldier, make thou proclamation.

Away with scrupulous wit! now arms must rule.

The good old man would fain that all were well,
So 'twere not 'long of him; but being enter'd,
I doubt not, I, but we shall soon persuade
Both him and all his brothers unto reason.

Why, master mayor, why stand you in a doubt?
Open the gates; we are King Henry's friends.

My liege, I'll knock once more to summon them.

To Lynn, my lord,
And ship from thence to Flanders.

And Hastings as he favours Edward's cause!

'Tis better using France than trusting France:
Let us be back'd with God and with the seas
Which He hath given for fence impregnable,
And with their helps only defend ourselves;
In them and in ourselves our safety lies.

Why, knows not Montague that of itself
England is safe, if true within itself?