Lord cardinal, he is your prisoner.
[♦] Car. Sirs, take away the duke, and guard him sure.
Glou. Ah! thus King Henry throws away his crutch
190 Before his legs be firm to bear his body.
Thus is the shepherd beaten from thy side
And wolves are gnarling who shall gnaw thee first.
[♦] Ah, that my fear were false! ah, that it were!
[♦] For, good King Henry, thy decay I fear. [Exit, guarded.
[195] King. My lords, what to your wisdoms seemeth best,
Do or undo, as if ourself were here.