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King Henry the Sixth, I. ii

Queen. Come, son, away; we may not linger thus.

[Exeunt Queen and the Prince.]

Henry. Poor queen! how love to me and to her son

Hath made her break out into terms of rage.

Reveng'd may she be on that hateful duke,

Whose haughty spirit, winged with desire,

Will cost my crown, and like an empty eagle

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.

Exe. And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all.

Exit [with Henry].

Rich. Brother, though I be youngest, give me leave.

Edw. No, I can better play the orator.

Mont. But I have reasons strong and forcible.

York. Why, how now, sons and brother! at a strife?

What is your quarrel? how began it first?

Edw. No quarrel, but a slight contention.

York. About what?

Rich. About that which concerns your Grace and us:

 268 cost: assail

empty: famished

269 Tire: gorge

271 entreat fair: propitiate them

 1 give me leave: Let me speak 