Will follow mine, if once they see them spread;
And spread they shall be, to thy foul disgrace
And utter ruin of the house of York.
255 Thus do I leave thee. Come, son, let’s away;
[♦] Our army is ready; come, we’ll after them.
K. Hen. Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me speak.
Q. Mar. Thou hast spoke too much already: get thee gone.
[♦] K. Hen. Gentle son Edward, thou wilt stay with me?
260 Q. Mar. Ay, to be murder’d by his enemies.
[♦] Prince. When I return with victory from the field