GEORGE.
[Aside to Richard.] When he was made a shriver, ’twas for shift.
KING EDWARD.
Brothers, you muse what chat we two have had.
Richard and George come forward.
RICHARD.
The widow likes it not, for she looks very sad.
KING EDWARD.
You’d think it strange if I should marry her.
GEORGE.
To whom, my lord?
KING EDWARD.
Why, Clarence, to myself.
RICHARD.
That would be ten days’ wonder at the least.
GEORGE.
That’s a day longer than a wonder lasts.
RICHARD.
By so much is the wonder in extremes.