125 York. Little.
Prince. My Lord of York will still be cross in talk:
Uncle, your grace knows how to bear with him.
York. You mean, to bear me, not to bear with me:
Uncle, my brother mocks both you and me;
130 Because that I am little, like an ape,
He thinks that you should bear me on your shoulders.
[♦] Buck. With what a sharp-provided wit he reasons!
[♦] To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle,
He prettily and aptly taunts himself: