dusk and all night long sleeps in peace. Come morning, he wakes and helps the sun into his chariot and so wears out the ever-rolling years until his death. Apart from ceremony, this poor creature who spends his days in toil and his nights in sleep is better off than the king. The peasant enjoys his country's peace without ever worrying his dull head about the vigil the king must keep to maintain that peace.
Enter ERPINGHAM
ERPINGHAM enters.
ERPINGHAM
My lord, your nobles, jealous of your absence,
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Seek through your camp to find you.
ERPINGHAM
My lord, your noble subjects are looking for you all over the camp. They're anxious to see you.
KING HENRY
Good old knight,
Collect them all together at my tent.
I'll be before thee.
KING HENRY
Good old knight, gather them all together at my tent. I'll meet you there.