[♦] It were lost sorrow to wail one that’s lost.
[♦] Boy. Then, grandam, you conclude that he is dead.
[♦] The king my uncle is to blame for this:
God will revenge it; whom I will importune
[15] With daily prayers all to that effect.
[♦] Girl. And so will I.
Duch. Peace, children, peace! the king doth love you well:
Incapable and shallow innocents,
You cannot guess who caused your father’s death.
[20] Boy. Grandam, we can; for my good uncle Gloucester