KING EDWARD.
Away, I say! I charge ye, bear her hence.
QUEEN MARGARET.
So come to you and yours as to this prince!
[She is taken out.]
KING EDWARD.
Where’s Richard gone?
GEORGE.
To London all in post, and, as I guess,
To make a bloody supper in the Tower.
KING EDWARD.
He’s sudden if a thing comes in his head.
Now march we hence. Discharge the common sort
With pay and thanks, and let’s away to London
And see our gentle Queen how well she fares.
By this, I hope, she hath a son for me.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE VI. London. The Tower
Enter King Henry and Richard, with the Lieutenant on the walls.
RICHARD.
Good day, my lord. What, at your book so hard?