As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate,
Will I for ever and my faction wear,
[110] Until it wither with me to my grave
Or flourish to the height of my degree.
Suf. Go forward and be choked with thy ambition!
And so farewell until I meet thee next. [Exit.
Som. Have with thee, Pole. Farewell, ambitious Richard. [Exit.
115 Plan. How I am braved and must perforce endure it!
War. This blot that they object against your house
[♦] Shall be wiped out in the next parliament