Edw. The younger Mortimer is grown so brave,230 That to my face he threatens civil wars.
Gav. Why do you not commit him to the Tower?
Edw. I dare not, for the people love him well.
Gav. Why then we'll have him privily made away.
Edw. Would Lancaster and he had both caroused A bowl of poison to each other's health! But let them go, and tell me what are these.
Lady. Two of my father's servants whilst he liv'd,— May't please your grace to entertain them now.
Edw. Tell me, where wast thou born? what is thine arms?240
Bald. My name is Baldock, and my gentry I fetch from Oxford, not from heraldry.
Edw. The fitter art thou, Baldock, for my turn. Wait on me, and I'll see thou shall not want.
Bald. I humbly thank your majesty.