[♦] Plan. Good Master Vernon, I am bound to you,
That you on my behalf would pluck a flower.
130 Ver. In your behalf still will I wear the same.
Law. And so will I.
[♦] Plan. Thanks, gentle sir.
Come, let us four to dinner: I dare say
This quarrel will drink blood another day. [Exeunt.
abe SCENE V. The Tower of London.
Enter MORTIMER, brought in a chair, and Gaolers.
[♦] Mor. Kind keepers of my weak decaying age,