[Stabs him.]
GEORGE.
And there’s for twitting me with perjury.
[Stabs him.]
QUEEN MARGARET.
O, kill me too!
RICHARD.
Marry, and shall.
[Offers to kill her.]
KING EDWARD.
Hold, Richard, hold; for we have done too much.
RICHARD.
Why should she live to fill the world with words?
KING EDWARD.
What, doth she swoon? Use means for her recovery.
RICHARD.
Clarence, excuse me to the King my brother.
I’ll hence to London on a serious matter.
Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news.