We have beat him to his camp. Run one before,
And let the Queen know of our gests. Tomorrow,
Before the sun shall see ’s, we’ll spill the blood
That has today escap’d. I thank you all,
For doughty-handed are you, and have fought
Not as you serv’d the cause, but as’t had been
Each man’s like mine; you have shown all Hectors.
Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends,
Tell them your feats, whilst they with joyful tears
Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kiss
The honor’d gashes whole.
Give me thy hand;
To this great fairy I’ll commend thy acts,
Make her thanks bless thee.
O thou day o’ th’ world,
Chain mine arm’d neck, leap thou, attire and all,
Through proof of harness to my heart, and there
Ride on the pants triumphing!