Som. Thy sumptuous buildings and thy wife’s attire
[♦] Have cost a mass of public treasury.
130 Buck. Thy cruelty in execution
Upon offenders hath exceeded law
And left thee to the mercy of the law.
Queen. Thy sale of offices and towns in France,
If they were known, as the suspect is great,
[135] Would make thee quickly hop without thy head. [Exit Gloucester. The Queen drops her fan.
Give me my fan: what, minion! can ye not? [She gives the Duchess a box on the ear.
I cry you mercy, madam; was it you?