York. And so he did; but yet I like it not,
In that he wears the badge of Somerset.
War. Tush, that was but his fancy, blame him not;
I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no harm.
[180] York. An if I wist he did,—but let it rest;
[♦] Other affairs must now be managed. [Exeunt all but Exeter.
Exe. Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress thy voice;
For, had the passions of thy heart burst out,
I fear we should have seen decipher’d there
185 More rancorous spite, more furious raging broils,