War. Ay, therein Clarence shall not want his part.
[♦] K. Hen. But, with the first of all your chief affairs,
Let me entreat, for I command no more,
60 That Margaret your queen and my son Edward
Be sent for, to return from France with speed;
For, till I see them here, by doubtful fear
My joy of liberty is half eclipsed.
Clar. It shall be done, my sovereign, with all speed.
65 K. Hen. My Lord of Somerset, what youth is that,
Of whom you seem to have so tender care?