[♦] Glou. Then be your eyes the witness of this ill:
[70] See how I am bewitch’d; behold, mine arm
[♦] Is like a blasted sapling, wither’d up:
[♦] And this is Edward’s wife, that monstrous witch,
[♦] Consorted with that harlot strumpet Shore,
[♦] That by their witchcraft thus have marked me.
[75] Hast. If they have done this thing, my gracious lord,—
Glou. If! thou protector of this damned strumpet,
[♦] Tellest thou me of ‘ifs’? Thou art a traitor:
[♦] Off with his head! Now, by Saint Paul I swear,