[♦] Gent. Towards Chertsey, noble lord?
[♦] Glou. No, to White-Friars; there attend my coming. [Exeunt all but Gloucester.
[♦] Was ever woman in this humour woo’d?
[♦] Was ever woman in this humour won?
230 I’ll have her; but I will not keep her long.
[♦] What! I, that kill’d her husband and his father,
[♦] To take her in her heart’s extremest hate,
With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes,
[♦] The bleeding witness of her hatred by;
[235] Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me,