[♦] Glou. Would you enforce me to a world of care?
[♦] Well, call them again. I am not made of stone,
[♦] But penetrable to your kind entreats,
[♦] Albeit against my conscience and my soul.
Re-enter BUCKINGHAM and the rest.
[♦] Cousin of Buckingham, and you sage, grave men,
[♦] Since you will buckle fortune on my back,
[♦] To bear her burthen, whether I will or no,
230 I must have patience to endure the load:
[♦] But if black scandal or foul-faced reproach