Ch. Just. O God, I fear all will be overturn'd![4314]
Lan. Good morrow, cousin Warwick, good morrow.[4315]20
Glou. } Good morrow, cousin.[4316]
Clar. }
Lan. We meet like men that had forgot to speak.
War. We do remember; but our argument
Is all too heavy to admit much talk.
Lan. Well, peace be with him that hath made us heavy!25
Ch. Just. Peace be with us, lest we be heavier!
Glou. O, good my lord, you have lost a friend indeed;[4317]
And I dare swear you borrow not that face
Of sceming sorrow, it is sure your own.
Lan. Though no man be assured what grace to find,30
You stand in coldest expectation:
I am the sorrier; would 'twere otherwise.
Clar. Well, you must now speak Sir John Falstaff fair;
Which swims against your stream of quality.