_and_ HENRY, _and unbinds their fetters_.

_Friar_.--In chains as criminals! Ye are free, but speak
not.

_Richard_.--Here, holy father, let me kneel to thank thee.

_Henry_.--And let me hear but my deliverer's name,
That my first prayer may waft it to the skies.

_Friar_.--Kneel not, nor thank me here. There's need of neither;
But be ye silent, for the ground has ears;
Nor let it hear your footsteps.

_[He approaches the fire; kindles a torch and fires the
camp_.

_Henry_.--Behold, my brother, he has fired the camp!
Already see the flames ascend around him.

_Friar_.--Now! now, my country! here thou art avenged!
Fly with me to the beach! pursuit is vain!
Thou, Heaven, hast heard me! thou art merciful! _[Exit_.



SCENE X.--_Apartment in_ SETON'S _House_.


_Sir Alex_.--Oh, what is honour to a father's heart?