KING. You had none then.
Enter GLOSTER and SKINK.
LEI. Yes, he was crown'd before.
HEN. Why does not Gloster wear a coronet?
GLO. Because his sovereign doth not wear a crown.
HEN. By heaven, put on thy coronet, or that heaven,
Which now with a clear [arch] lends us this light,
Shall not be curtain'd with the veil of night,
Ere on thy head I clap a burning crown
Of red-hot iron, that shall sear thy brains.
RICH. Good Gloster, crown thee with thy coronet.
LAN. Do, gentle earl.
SKINK. Swounds, do; would I had one. [Aside.
QUEEN. Do not, I prythee, keep thy proud heart still.