’Tis sin to flatter; ‘good’ was little better:
‘Good Gloucester’ and ‘good devil’ were alike,
5 And both preposterous; therefore, not ‘good lord.’
[♦] Glou. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves: we must confer. [Exit Lieutenant.
[♦] K. Hen. So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf;
[♦] So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece,
And next his throat unto the butcher’s knife.
[10] What scene of death hath Roscius now to act?
Glou. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.