Only for wantonness. By my Christendom,
So were I out of prison, and kept sheep,
I should be merry as the day is long.
And so I would be here, but that I doubt
My uncle practises more harm to me.
He is afraid of me, and I of him.
Is it my fault that I was Geoffrey’s son?
Indeed it is not, and I would to heav’n
I were your son, so you would love me, Hubert.
Hubert. If I talk to him, with his innocent prate