LADY F. Has no man heart to speak?
GLO. Let all that love me keep silence, or, by heaven,
I'll hate them dying.
QUEEN. Harry, off with his hand, then with his head.
FAU. By the red rood, I cannot choose but weep,
Come love or hate, my tears I cannot keep.
QUEEN. When comes this ling'ring executioner?
JOHN. An executioner, an executioner!
HEN. Call none, till we have drunk: father, fill wine;
To-day your office is to bear our cup.
RICH. I'll fill it, Henry. [RICH. kneels down.
HEN. Dick, you are too mean
To bow unto your sovereign.
GLO. Kneel to his child?
O hell! O torture! Gloster, learn:
Who would love life to see this huge dishonour?