15 For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects,
[♦] And all the trouble thou hast turn’d me to?
[♦] Prince. Speak like a subject, proud ambitious York!
Suppose that I am now my father’s mouth;
Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou,
20 Whilst I propose the selfsame words to thee,
Which, traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to.
Q. Mar. Ah, that thy father had been so resolved!
Glou. That you might still have worn the petticoat,
And ne’er have stol’n the breech from Lancaster.