To make a bloody supper in the Tower.

KING EDWARD.
He's sudden if a thing comes in his head.
Now march we hence; discharge the common sort
With pay and thanks, and let's away to London,
And see our gentle queen how well she fares.
By this, I hope, she hath a son for me.

[Exeunt.]



SCENE VI. London. The Tower.

[KING HENRY is discovered sitting with a book in his hand, the
Lieutenant attending. Enter GLOSTER.]

GLOSTER.
Good day, my lord. What! at your book so hard?

KING HENRY.
Ay, my good lord;--my lord, I should say rather.
'T is sin to flatter; 'good' was little better.
Good Gloster and good devil were alike,
And both preposterous; therefore, not good lord.

GLOSTER.
Sirrah, leave us to ourselves; we must confer.