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More than it is ere foul sin, gathering head,
Shall break into corruption. Thou shalt think,
Though he divide the realm and give thee half, [60]
It is too little, helping him to all.
He shall think that thou, which knowest the way
To plant unrightful kings, wilt know again,
Being ne’er so little urg’d another way,
To pluck him headlong from the usurped throne. [65]
The love of wicked men converts to fear,
That fear to hate, and hate turns one or both
To worthy danger and deservèd death.

NORT HUMBERLAND

My guilt be on my head, and there an end.
Take leave and part, for you must part forthwith. [70]

RICHARD

Doubly divorc’d? Bad men, you violate
A two-fold marriage - ’twixt my crown and me,
And then betwixt me and my married wife. -
Let me unkiss the oath ’twixt thee and me;
And yet not so, for with a kiss ’twas made. [75]
- Part us, Northumberland: I towards the north,
Where shivering cold and sickness pines the clime;
My wife to France, from whence set forth in pomp
She came adornèd hither like sweet May,
Sent back like Hallowmas or shortest of day. [80]

QUEEN

And must we be divided? Must we part?

RICHARD

Ay, hand from hand, my love, and heart from heart.

QUEEN

Banish us both, and send the King with me.

NORT HUMBERLAND

That were some love, but little policy.