RICHARD.
Ay, gentle cousin, were it light enough.
YORK.
O, then I see you will part but with light gifts;
In weightier things you’ll say a beggar nay.
RICHARD.
It is too heavy for your Grace to wear.
YORK.
I weigh it lightly, were it heavier.
RICHARD.
What, would you have my weapon, little lord?
YORK.
I would, that I might thank you as you call me.
RICHARD.
How?
YORK.
Little.
PRINCE.
My lord of York will still be cross in talk.
Uncle, your Grace knows how to bear with him.
YORK.
You mean, to bear me, not to bear with me.
Uncle, my brother mocks both you and me.
Because that I am little, like an ape,
He thinks that you should bear me on your shoulders.