CARDINAL.
The commons hast thou racked; the clergy’s bags
Are lank and lean with thy extortions.
SOMERSET.
Thy sumptuous buildings and thy wife’s attire
Have cost a mass of public treasury.
BUCKINGHAM.
Thy cruelty in execution
Upon offenders hath exceeded law,
And left thee to the mercy of the law.
QUEEN MARGARET.
Thy sale of offices and towns in France,
If they were known, as the suspect is great,
Would make thee quickly hop without thy head.
[Exit Gloucester. The Queen drops her fan.]
Give me my fan. What minion! Can ye not?
[She gives the Duchess a box on the ear.]
I cry your mercy, madam; was it you?
ELEANOR.
Was’t I! Yea, I it was, proud Frenchwoman.
Could I come near your beauty with my nails,
I’d set my ten commandments in your face.
KING HENRY.
Sweet aunt, be quiet; ’twas against her will.