His apprehension. Lords along, and vse this
[♦] Ladie honorablie. Exeunt Omnes.
Manet Gloster and speakes.
Glost. I, Edward will vse women honourablie,
Would he were wasted marrow, bones and all,
105 That from his loines no issue might succeed
To hinder me from the golden time I looke for,
For I am not yet lookt on in the world.
First is there Edward, Clarence, and Henry
[♦] And his sonne, and all they lookt for issue