Went all afoot in summer’s scalding heat,
That thou mightst repossess the crown in peace:
[20] And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain.
[♦] Glou. [Aside] I’ll blast his harvest, if your head were laid;
For yet I am not look’d on in the world.
This shoulder was ordain’d so thick to heave;
And heave it shall some weight, or break my back:
[25] Work thou the way,—and thou shalt execute.
K. Edw. Clarence and Gloucester, love my lovely queen;
[♦] And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both.