Gar. I shall remember this bold language.
Crom. Do.
Remember your bold life too.
Chan. This is too much;[821] 85
Forbear, for shame, my lords.
Gar. I have done.[822]
Crom. And I.
Chan. Then thus for you, my lord: it stands agreed,[823]
I take it, by all voices, that forthwith
You be convey'd to the Tower a prisoner;
There to remain till the king's further pleasure 90
Be known unto us: are you all agreed, lords?[824]
All. We are.
Cran. Is there no other way of mercy.
But I must needs to the Tower, my lords?
Gar. What other
Would you expect? you are strangely troublesome.[825]
Let some o' the guard be ready there.