Duch. Not half so bad as thine to England’s king,
[♦] Injurious duke, that threatest where’s no cause.
[♦] Buck. True, madam, none at all: what call you this?
Away with them! let them be clapp’d up close,
[50] And kept asunder. You, madam, shall with us.
[♦] Stafford, take her to thee. [Exeunt above Duchess and Hume, guarded.
[♦] We’ll see your trinkets here all forthcoming.
[♦] All, away! [Exeunt guard with Jourdain, Southwell, &c.
[♦] York. Lord Buckingham, methinks, you watch’d her well:
[55] A pretty plot, well chosen to build upon!