Humph. In Bastardie.
Cardin. I scorne thy words.
Humph. Make vp no factious numbers, but euen in thine own
person meete me at the East end of the groue.
[♦] Card. Heres my hand, I will.
King. Why how now Lords?
Card. Faith Cousin Gloster, had not your man cast off so soone, 45 we had had more sport to day, Come with thy swoord and buckler.
[♦] Humphrey. Faith Priest, Ile shaue your Crowne.
Cardinall. Protector, protect thy selfe well.
[♦] King. The wind growes high, so doth your chollour Lords.