Dagworth.
I have a small petition to your Majesty.
King.
What can Sir Thomas Dagworth ask
That Edward can refuse?
Dagworth.
I hope your Majesty cannot refuse so great
A trifle; I've gilt your cause with my best blood,
And would again, were I not forbid
By him whom I am bound to obey: my hands
Are tied up, my courage shrunk and wither'd,
My sinews slacken'd, and my voice scarce heard;
Therefore I beg I may return to England.
King.
I know not what you could have ask'd, Sir Thomas,
That I would not have sooner parted with
Than such a soldier as you have been, and such a friend:
Nay, I will know the most remote particulars
Of this your strange petition; that, if I can,
I still may keep you here.
Dagworth.
Here on the fields of Cressy we are settled
Till Philip springs the timorous covey again.
