Woman, do what thou canst to save our honors;
Drive them from Orleans and be immortalized.

CHARLES.
Presently we 'll try: come, let's away about it:
No prophet will I trust, if she prove false.

[Exeunt.]



SCENE III.

London. Before the Tower.

[Enter the Duke of Gloucester, with his Serving-men
in blue coats.]

GLOUCESTER.
I am come to survey the Tower this day:
Since Henry's death, I fear, there is conveyance.
Where be these warders that they wait not here?
Open the gates; 'tis Gloucester that calls.

FIRST WARDER.
[Within] Who's there that knocks so imperiously?

FIRST SERVING-MAN.
It is the noble Duke of Gloucester.