Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee down?
Call Warwick patron and be penitent,
And thou shalt still remain the Duke of York.

GLOSTER.
I thought, at least, he would have said the king;
Or did he make the jest against his will?

WARWICK.
Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift?

GLOSTER.
Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give;
I'll do thee service for so good a gift.

WARWICK.
'T was I that gave the kingdom to thy brother.

KING EDWARD.
Why, then, 't is mine, if but by Warwick's gift.

WARWICK.
Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight,
And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again;
And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject.

KING EDWARD.
But Warwick's king is Edward's prisoner;
And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this:
What is the body when the head is off?