HEN. Then have I done my worst, thrice-honour'd earl,
I do embrace thee in affection's arms.
QUEEN. What mean'st thou, Henry? O, what means my son?
HEN. I mean no longer to be lullabi'd
In your seditious arms.
HEN. WIFE. Mordieu[554] Henry.
HEN. Mordieu nor devil, little tit of France,
I know your heart leaps at our heart's mischance.
JOHN. 'Swounds, Henry, thou art mad!
HEN. I have been mad:
What, stamp'st thou, John? know'st thou not who I am?
Come, stamp the devil out, suck'd from thy dam?
QUEEN. I'll curse thee, Henry.
HEN. You're best be quiet;
Lest, where we find you, to the Tower we bear you;
For, being abroad, England hath cause to fear you.[555]
KING. I am struck dumb with wonder.