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Whereby my son is disinherited.
The northern lords, that have forsworn thy colours,
Will follow mine if once they see them spread;
And spread they shall be, to thy foul disgrace [255]
And utter ruin of the house of York!
Thus do I leave thee. - Come, son, let’s away,
Our army is ready: come, we’ll after them.

KING HENRY

Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me speak.

MARGARET

Thou hast spoke too much already: get thee gone. [260]

KING HENRY

Gentle son Edward, thou wilt with stay me?

MARGARET

Ay, to be murdered by his enemies.

PRINCE EDWARD

When I return with victory from the field
I’ll see your grace: till then, I’ll follow her.

MARGARET

Come, son, away; we may not linger thus. [265]
[Exit with Prince Edward.]

KING HENRY

Poor queen! How love to me and to her son
Hath made her break out into terms of rage.
Revenged may she be on that hateful duke
Whose haughty spirit, wingèd with desire,
Will ’cost my crown and, like an empty eagle, [270]
Tire on the flesh of me and of my son.
The loss of those three lords torments my heart:
I’ll write unto them and entreat them fair.
Come, cousin, you shall be the messenger.

EXET ER