ACT I.
I have my Liege.
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I have my Liege.
What do's our Cousen lay to Norfolk's Charge?
And Norfolk throw down his.
Will Norfolk when the King commands be slow?
Cousin, throw down his Gage, do you begin,
When Sister will you find the way to comfort?
Save ye Sister—very hot! oh! hot weather and hot work: come Brother, the Lists are ready; the Fight will be worth the while: besides your concern there is somewhat more than ordi∣nary. I'faith now I cou'd be content to have Harry scape; but for all that I wou'd have the Traytor die.
Where shall my Sorrows make their last complaint, If York deny me too?
What wou'd our Sister?
Revenge, and speedy for my Glosters death.
Why there 'tis—Revenge, ho! a fine morsel for a Lady fasting, Gloster was my Brother, true—but Gloster was a Tray∣tor and that's true too—I hate a Traytor more than I love a Brother.
A Traytor York?
'Tis somewhat a course name for a Kinsman, but yet to my thinking, to raise an Army, execute Subjects, threaten the King himself, and reduce him to answer particulars, has a very strong smatch with it——go too, you are in fault, your com∣plaints are guilty; your very Tears are Treason. No remedy but Patience.
This Air grows infectious: will you go Brother.
My Lord Aumerle is Harry Herford arm'd?
Yes, at all points and longs to enter in,
Complaint comes all too late where we decree.
I Swear.
And I to keep all this!
Despair not Uncle, you have long to live.
But not a Minute King that thou canst give.