Act III

We have lost

Best half of our affair.

Well, let’s away, and say how much is done.

You know your own degrees; sit down: at first

And last the hearty welcome.

Thanks to your majesty.

Ourself will mingle with society,

And play the humble host.

Our hostess keeps her state, but in best time

We will require her welcome.

Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends;

For my heart speaks they are welcome.

See, they encounter thee with their hearts’ thanks.

Both sides are even: here I’ll sit i’ the midst:

Be large in mirth; anon we’ll drink a measure

The table round. There’s blood on thy face.