Mor. With silence, nephew, be thou politic:
[♦] Strong-fixed is the house of Lancaster
And like a mountain, not to be removed.
But now thy uncle is removing hence;
[105] As princes do their courts, when they are cloy’d
With long continuance in a settled place.
Plan. O, uncle, would some part of my young years
Might but redeem the passage of your age!
[♦] Mor. Thou dost then wrong me, as that slaughterer doth
110 Which giveth many wounds when one will kill.