GLO. I must be content
When you, that should mend all, are patient.
Enter SKINK.
HEN. Welcome, good Skink, thou justly dost complain,
Thou stand'st in dread of death for Rosamond,
Whom thou didst poison at our dread command
And the appointment of our gracious mother.
See here my father's hand unto thy pardon.
SKINK. I receive it graciously, wishing his soul sweet peace in heaven for so meritorious a work, for I fear me I have not his heart, though his hand.
KING. Be sure thou hast not, murderous bloodsucker,
To jealous envy executioner.
HEN. Besides, thou suest to have some maintenance;
We have bethought us how we will reward thee,
Thou shalt have Rowden lordship.
GLO. Shall he so?
Will you reward your murtherers with my lands?
HEN. Your lands? it is our gift; and he shall have it.
GLO. I'll give him seizure first with this and this. [Strike him.
JOHN. Lay hold on Gloster.