[♦] She’s tickled now; her fume needs no spurs,
[♦] She’ll gallop far enough to her destruction. [Exit.
Re-enter GLOUCESTER.
[150] Glou. Now, lords, my choler being over-blown
With walking once about the quadrangle,
I come to talk of commonwealth affairs.
As for your spiteful false objections,
Prove them, and I lie open to the law:
[155] But God in mercy so deal with my soul,
As I in duty love my king and country!