KING EDWARD.
Brothers, you muse what chat we two have had.

[Gloster and Clarence come forward.]

GLOSTER.
The widow likes it not, for she looks very sad.

KING EDWARD.
You'd think it strange if I should marry her.

CLARENCE.
To whom, my lord?

KING EDWARD.
Why, Clarence, to myself.

GLOSTER.
That would be ten days' wonder, at the least.

CLARENCE.
That's a day longer than a wonder lasts.

GLOSTER.
By so much is the wonder in extremes.

KING EDWARD.
Well, jest on, brothers; I can tell you both,
Her suit is granted for her husband's lands.