LADY GREY.
Right gracious lord, I cannot brook delay.
May it please your Highness to resolve me now,
And what your pleasure is shall satisfy me.
RICHARD.
[Aside to George.] Ay, widow? Then I’ll warrant you all your lands,
An if what pleases him shall pleasure you.
Fight closer, or, good faith, you’ll catch a blow.
GEORGE.
[Aside to Richard.] I fear her not, unless she chance to fall.
RICHARD.
[Aside to George.] God forbid that, for he’ll take vantages.
KING EDWARD.
How many children hast thou, widow? Tell me.
GEORGE.
[Aside to Richard.] I think he means to beg a child of her.
RICHARD.
[Aside to George.] Nay, whip me then; he’ll rather give her two.
LADY GREY.
Three, my most gracious lord.
RICHARD.
[Aside to George.] You shall have four if you’ll be ruled by him.
KING EDWARD.
’Twere pity they should lose their father’s lands.