[♦] As firmly as I hope for fertile England.
Thus are my blossoms blasted in the bud
90 And caterpillars eat my leaves away;
But I will remedy this gear ere long,
Or sell my title for a glorious grave.
Enter GLOUCESTER.
[♦] Glou. All happiness unto my lord the king!
Pardon, my liege, that I have stay’d so long.
95 Suf. Nay, Gloucester, know that thou art come too soon,
Unless thou wert more loyal than thou art: