But if an humble prayer may prevail,
I then crave pardon of your majesty.
K. Hen. For what, lieutenant? for well using me?
10 Nay, be thou sure I’ll well requite thy kindness,
[♦] For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure;
Ay, such a pleasure as incaged birds
Conceive when after many moody thoughts
At last by notes of household harmony
15 They quite forget their loss of liberty.
But, Warwick, after God, thou set’st me free,