[♦] K. Rich. Tut, tut, thou art all ice, thy kindness freezeth:
Say, have I thy consent that they shall die?
[♦] Buck. Give me some breath, some little pause, my lord,
[25] Before I positively speak herein:
[♦] I will resolve your grace immediately. [Exit.
[♦] Cate. [Aside to a stander by.] The king is angry: see, he bites the lip.
[♦] K. Rich. I will converse with iron-witted fools
And unrespective boys: none are for me
30 That look into me with considerate eyes:
[♦] High-reaching Buckingham grows circumspect.