FLUELLEN.
’Sblood! an arrant traitor as any is in the universal world, or in France, or in England!
GOWER.
How now, sir! you villain!
WILLIAMS.
Do you think I’ll be forsworn?
FLUELLEN.
Stand away, Captain Gower. I will give treason his payment into plows, I warrant you.
WILLIAMS.
I am no traitor.
FLUELLEN.
That’s a lie in thy throat. I charge you in his Majesty’s name, apprehend him; he’s a friend of the Duke Alençon’s.
Enter Warwick and Gloucester.
WARWICK.
How now, how now! what’s the matter?
FLUELLEN.
My lord of Warwick, here is—praised be God for it!—a most contagious treason come to light, look you, as you shall desire in a summer’s day. Here is his Majesty.
Enter King Henry and Exeter.