Will bring thy head with sorrow to the ground!
[20] I beseech your majesty, give me leave to go;
[♦] Sorrow would solace and mine age would ease.
[♦] King. Stay, Humphrey Duke of Gloucester: ere thou go,
Give up thy staff: Henry will to himself
Protector be; and God shall be my hope,
25 My stay, my guide and lanthorn to my feet:
And go in peace, Humphrey, no less beloved
Than when thou wert protector to thy king.
Queen. I see no reason why a king of years