They call false caterpillars and intend their death.
King. O graceless men! they know not what they do.
[♦] Buck. My gracious lord, retire to Killingworth,
40 Until a power be raised to put them down.
Queen. Ah, were the Duke of Suffolk now alive,
[♦] These Kentish rebels would be soon appeased!
[♦] King. Lord Say, the traitors hate thee;
Therefore away with us to Killingworth.
45 Say. So might your grace’s person be in danger.
The sight of me is odious in their eyes;