[♦] Glo. That you might still haue kept your
Peticote, and nere haue stolne the
Breech from Lancaster.
Prince. Let Aesop fable in a winters night,
65 His currish Riddles sorts not with this place.
Glo. By heauen brat Ile plague you for that word.
Queen. I, thou wast borne to be a plague to men.
Glo. For Gods sake take awaie this captiue scold.
[♦] Prin Nay take away this skolding Crooktbacke rather.
70 Edw. Peace wilfull boy, or I will tame your tongue.