Q. Mar. Which God revenge!
Glou. To fight on Edward’s party for the crown;
And for his meed, poor lord, he is mew’d up.
140 I would to God my heart were flint, like Edward’s;
Or Edward’s soft and pitiful, like mine:
[♦] I am too childish-foolish for this world.
[♦] Q. Mar. Hie thee to hell for shame, and leave the world,
Thou cacodemon! there thy kingdom is.
145 Riv. My Lord of Gloucester, in those busy days
Which here you urge to prove us enemies,