Mont. And I to the sea from whence I came. Exit.
Enter the Queene and the Prince.
Exet. My Lord here comes the Queen, Ile steale away.
200 King. And so will I.
[♦] Queene. Naie staie, or else I follow thee.
King. Be patient gentle Queene, and then Ile staie.
[♦] Quee. What patience can there? ah timerous man,
Thou hast vndoone thy selfe, thy sonne, and me,
[205] And giuen our rights vnto the house of Yorke.
Art thou a king and wilt be forst to yeeld?