25 Prince. Let Æsop fable in a winter’s night;
[♦] His currish riddles sort not with this place.
[♦] Glou. By heaven, brat, I’ll plague ye for that word.
Q. Mar. Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men.
Glou. For God’s sake, take away this captive scold.
30 Prince. Nay, take away this scolding crook-back rather.
K. Edw. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your tongue.
Clar. Untutor’d lad, thou art too malapert.
[♦] Prince. I know my duty; you are all undutiful:
Lascivious Edward, and thou perjured George,