But when I swear, it is irrevocable.
295 If, after three days’ space, thou here be’st found
On any ground that I am ruler of,
The world shall not be ransom for thy life.
Come, Warwick, come, good Warwick, go with me;
[♦] I have great matters to impart to thee. [Exeunt all but Queen and Suffolk.
[300] Queen. Mischance and sorrow go along with you!
Heart’s discontent and sour affliction
Be playfellows to keep you company!
[♦] There’s two of you; the devil make a third!