Enter Keeper with a dish.
KEEPER. [To the Groom.]
Fellow, give place. Here is no longer stay.
RICHARD.
If thou love me, ’tis time thou wert away.
GROOM.
My tongue dares not, that my heart shall say.
[Exit.]
KEEPER.
My lord, will’t please you to fall to?
RICHARD.
Taste of it first as thou art wont to do.
KEEPER.
My lord, I dare not. Sir Pierce of Exton,
Who lately came from the King, commands the contrary.
RICHARD.
The devil take Henry of Lancaster and thee!
Patience is stale, and I am weary of it.
[Strikes the Keeper.]