40 And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this:
What is the body when the head is off?
Glou. Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast,
[♦] But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten,
[♦] The king was slily finger’d from the deck!
45 You left poor Henry at the Bishop’s palace,
And, ten to one, you’ll meet him in the Tower.
K. Edw. ’Tis even so; yet you are Warwick still.
[♦] Glou. Come, Warwick, take the time; kneel down, kneel down:
Nay, when? strike now, or else the iron cools.