Duch. Was’t I! yea, I it was, proud Frenchwoman:
Could I come near your beauty with my nails,
[140] I’ld set my ten commandments in your face.
King. Sweet aunt, be quiet; ’twas against her will.
Duch. Against her will! good king, look to’t in time;
She’ll hamper thee, and dandle thee like a baby:
[♦] Though in this place most master wear no breeches,
145 She shall not strike Dame Eleanor unrevenged. [Exit.
[♦] Buck. Lord cardinal, I will follow Eleanor,
And listen after Humphrey, how he proceeds: