Pet. By these ten bones, my lords, he did speak them to me in the garret one night, as we were scouring my 190 Lord of York’s armour.
York. Base dunghill villain and mechanical,
I’ll have thy head for this thy traitor’s speech.
I do beseech your royal majesty,
Let him have all the rigour of the law.
195 Hor. Alas, my lord, hang me, if ever I spake the words. My accuser is my ’prentice; and when I did correct him for his fault the other day, he did vow upon his knees he would be even with me: I have good witness of this; therefore I beseech your majesty, do not cast away an 200 honest man for a villain’s accusation.
King. Uncle, what shall we say to this in law?
[♦] Glou. This doom, my lord, if I may judge:
Let Somerset be regent o’er the French,
Because in York this breeds suspicion: