85 To make a bloody supper in the Tower.
K. Edw. He’s sudden, if a thing comes in his head.
Now march we hence: discharge the common sort
With pay and thanks, and let’s away to London,
And see our gentle queen how well she fares:
90 By this, I hope, she hath a son for me. [Exeunt.
cef SCENE VI. London. The Tower.
Enter KING HENRY and GLOUCESTER, with the Lieutenant, on the walls.
[♦] Glou. Good day, my lord. What, at your book so hard?
K. Hen. Ay, my good lord:—my lord, I should say rather;