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But I will remedy this gear ere long,
Suf. Nay, Glo'lter, know, that thou art come too Unless thou wert more loyal than thou art. [foon, I do arrest thee of high treason here.
Glo. Well, Suffolk, yet thou shalt not see me blush, Nor change my countenance for this arrelt. A heart unfpotted is not easily daunted. The purest spring is not so free from mud, As I am clear from treason to my Sovereign. Who can accuse me ? wherein am I guilty ? York. 'Tis thought, my Lord, that you took bribes
of France ; And, being Protector, staid the soldiers' pay ; By means whereof his Highness hath loft France.
Glo. Is it but thought fo? what are they that think I never robb’d the soldiers of their pay,
[it? Nor, ever had one penny bribe from France. So help me God, as I have watch'd the night, Ay, night by night, in studying good for England! That doit that e'er I wrested from the King, Or any groat I hoarded to my use, Be brought against me at my trial-day! No; many a pound of my own proper store, Because I would not tax the needy commons, Have I disbursed to the garrisons, And never ask'd for restitution.
Car, It serves you well, my Lord, to say so much, Glo. I say no more than truth; fo help me God!
York. In your Protectorship you did devise Strange tortures for offenders, never heard of, That England was defam'd by tyranny,
Glo Why, 'tis well known, that, whiles I was ProPity was all the fault that was in me:
[tector, For I should melt at an offender's tears, And lowly, words were ransom for their fault, Unless it were a bloody murtherer, Or foul felonious thief that .fleec'd poor passengers,
I never gave them condign punishment.
K. Henry. My Lord of Glo'ster,'tis my special hope,
Glo. Ah, gracious Lord, these days are dangerous,
A fiaf is quickly found to beat a dog.
Car. My Liege, his railing is intolerable.
Suf. Hath he not twit our Sovereign Lady here
2. Mar. Bat I can give the loser leave to chide.
Glo. Far truer spoke than meant; Ilose, indeed; Befhrew the winners, for they play'd me false; And well such losers may have leave to speak.
Buck. He'll wrest the sense, and hold us here all day. Lord Cardinal, he is your prisoner.
Car. Sirs, take away the Duke, and guard him sure.
Glo. Ah, thus King Henry throws away his crutch, Before his legs be firm to bear his body:Thus is the thepherd beaten from thy fide, And wolves are gnarling who Mall gnaw thee first. Ah, that fear were false! ah that it were ! For, good King Henry, thy decay I fear. [Exit guarded.
SCE NE IN. K. Henry. My Lords, what to your wisdom secmeth Do or undo, as if ourself were here.
[belt, 2. Mar. What will your Highness leave the parlia•'
ment? K. Henry. Ay, Margaret ; my heart is drown'd with Whose flood begins to flow within my eyes; [grief, My body round ingirt with misery: For what's more miserable than discontent: Ah, uncle Humphry ! in thy face I see The map of honour, truth, and loyalty ; And yet, good Humphry, is the hour to come, That e'er I prov'd thee false, or fear'd thy faith. What low'ring har now envies thy estate, That these great Lords, and Margaret our Queen, Do feek subversion of thy harmless life, That never didst them wrong, nor no man wrong?
And as the butcher takes away the calf,
His fortunes I will weep, and 'twixt each groan | Say, Who's a traitor ? Glo'ster he is none [Exit.
2. Mar. Free Lords, cold snow melts with the fun's Henry my Lord is cold in great affairs, [hot beams, Too full of foolish pity : Glo'ster's fhew Beguiles him as the mournful crocodile With sorrow snares relenting passengers : Or as the snake, roll'd in a flow'ry bank, With shining chequer'd flough,' doth fting a child That for the beauty thinks it excellent, Believe me, Lords, were none more wise than 1, (And yet herein I judge my own wit good), This Glo'lter should be quickly rid the world, 'To rid us from the fear we have of him.
Car. That he should die, is worthy policy ;
Suf But, in my mind, this were no policy :
York. So that by this, you would not have him die.
York. 'Tis York that hath more reason for his death,
2. Mar. So the poor chicken lould be lure of death.
Suf. Madam, 'tis true ; and were't not madness then To make the fox surveyor of the fold? Who being accus'd a crafty murtherer, His guilt fhould be but idly posted over, Because his purpose is not executed. No; let him die, in that he is a fox, By nature prov'à an enemy to the flock, before his chaps be stain'd with crimson blood, As Humphry's prov'd by reasons to my Liege; And do not stand on quillets liow to flay him : Be it by ginns, by snares, by subtilty, Sleeping or waking, 'tis no matter how, So he be dead; for that is good deceit Which mates him first, that first intends deceit,
2 Mar. Thrice Noble Suffolk, 'tis resolutely spoke.
Suf. Not resolute, except fo much were done; For things are often spoke, and seldom meant ; But that
heart accordeth with my tongue,
Car. But I would have him dead, my Lord of Saffolk,
Suf. Here is my hand, the deed is worthy doing. 2. Mar. And fo say I.
York. And I : And now we three have spoke it, It skills not greatly who impugns our doom.
SCE N E IV. Enter a Post. Poft. Great Lords, from Ireland am I come amain, To fignify that rebels there are up, And put the Englishmen unto the sword : Send succours, Lords, and stop the rage betime, Before the wound do grow incurable'; For being green there is great hope of help.
Car. A breach that craves a quick expedient stop! What counsel give you in this weighty caufe ?
York. bat-Somerset be sent a Regent thither; 'Tis meet that lucky ruler be employ'd ;