Richard the Fourth was thus deluded by him.
No, let him swear and promise what he will,
They are but steps to his own ambitious End;
And only makes the Fool, thy credulous Husband,
A silly deluded Property.
Enter Fleetwood.
Fleet. My honour’d Mother, I am glad to find you here; I hope we shall reconcile things between ye. [Verily we should live] in Brotherly Love together; come, ingeniously, you shall be Friends, my Lady Mother.
Crom. Curse on th’ occasion of thy being a Kin to me.
Fleet. Why, an please ye, forsooth, Madam?
Crom. My Daughter had a Husband,