KING. I hope he be escaped.
JOHN. O, I could tear my hair, and, falling thus
Upon the solid earth,
Dig into Gloster's grave,
So he were dead, and gone into the depth
Of under-world—
Or get sedition's hundreth thousand hand,
And, like Briareus, battle with the stars,
To pull him down from heaven, if he were there!
FAU. Look to Earl John; the gentleman is mad.
JOHN. O, who would not be mad at this disgrace?
Gloster the fox is fled; there lies his case.
[Points to the gown.
He cozen'd me of mine; the porter helped him.
HEN. The porter shall be hang'd; let's part and seek him:
Gloster shall die; all Europe shall not save him.
JOHN. He is wise, too wise for us; yet I'll go with you
To get more fools into my company.
QUEEN. This is your father's plot; revenge it, son.
HEN. Father, by heaven, if this were your advice,
Your head or heart shall pay the bitter price.
Come, mother, brother, Leicester; let's away.
JOHN. Ay, I'll be one, in hope to meet the bastard,
And then no more: myself will be his headsman.
[Exeunt.