90 And I, to make thee mad, do mock thee thus.
[♦] Stamp, rave, and fret, that I may sing and dance.
Thou wouldst be fee’d, I see, to make me sport:
York cannot speak, unless he wear a crown.
A crown for York! and, lords, bow low to him:
[95] Hold you his hands, whilst I do set it on. [Putting a paper crown on his head.
Ay, marry, sir, now looks he like a king!
Ay, this is he that took King Henry’s chair;
[♦] And this is he was his adopted heir.
But how is it that great Plantagenet