YORK.
And therefore is he idle?
RICHARD.
O, my fair cousin, I must not say so.
YORK.
Then he is more beholding to you than I.
RICHARD.
He may command me as my sovereign,
But you have power in me as in a kinsman.
YORK.
I pray you, uncle, give me this dagger.
RICHARD.
My dagger, little cousin? With all my heart.
PRINCE.
A beggar, brother?
YORK.
Of my kind uncle, that I know will give,
And being but a toy, which is no grief to give.
RICHARD.
A greater gift than that I’ll give my cousin.
YORK.
A greater gift? O, that’s the sword to it.