[♦] To emblaze the honour that thy master got.
70 Cade. Iden, farewell, and be proud of thy victory. Tell Kent from me, she hath lost her best man, and exhort all the world to be cowards; for I, that never feared any, am vanquished by famine, not by valour. [Dies.
Iden. How much thou wrong’st me, heaven be my judge.
75 Die, damned wretch, the curse of her that bare thee;
[♦] And as I thrust thy body in with my sword,
So wish I, I might thrust thy soul to hell.
Hence will I drag thee headlong by the heels
Unto a dunghill which shall be thy grave,
[80] And there cut off thy most ungracious head;
Which I will bear in triumph to the king,