Stan. Madam, your penance done, throw off this fheet, And go we to attire you for our journey. my fheet: Go, lead the way, 1 long to fee my prifon. [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I. At BURY, Enter King Henry, Queen, Cardinal, Suffolk, York, Buckingham, Salisbury and Warwick, to the Parlia ment. I Mule, K. HENRY. my lord of Glofter is not come : 'Tis not his wont to be the hindmoft man, Whate'er occafion keeps him from us now. Q. Mar. Can you not fee? or will you not obferve The ftrangenefs of his alter'd countenance? With what a majefty he bears himself, How infolent of late he is become, How peremptory and unlike himself! We know the time, fince he was mild and affable; And if we did but glance a far-off look, Immediately he was upon his knce; That all the court admir'd him for fubmiffion. And And should you fall, he is the next will mount. (Respecting what a ranc'rous mind he bears, Or elfe conclude my words effe&ual. Suf. Well hath your Highnefs feen into this Duke. Upon my life, began her devilish practices: Car. Did he not, contrary to form of law, York. York. And did he not, in his protectorship, Levy great fums of money through the realm For foldiers' pay in France, and never fent it? By means whereof, the towns each day revolted. Buck. Tut, thefe are petty faults to faults unknown; Which time will bring to light in fmooth Duke Humphry. K. Henry. My Lords, at once; the care you have of us. To mow down thorns that would annoy our foot, From meaning treafon to our royal perfon, Q. Mar. Ah! what's more dang'rous than this fond affiance? Seems he a dove? his feathers are but borrow'd; Is he a lamb? his skin is, furely, lent him; Som. All health unto my gracious Sovereign! Som. That all your int'reft in thofe territories Is utterly bereft you; all is loft. K. Henry. Cold news, Lord Somerset; but God's will be done! York. Cold news for me: for I had hope of France, As firmly as I hope for fertile England. Thus are my bloffoms blafted in the bud, And caterpillars eat my leaves away. But But I will remedy this gear ere long, Glo. A SCENE II. Enter Gloucester. [Afide. LL happiness unto my Lord the King! Pardon, my Liege, that I have ftaid fo long. Suf. Nay, Glofter, know, that thou art come too foon, Unless thou wert more loyal than thou art; I do arreft thec of high treafon here. Glo. Well, Suffolk, yet thou shalt not see me blush, Nor change my countenance for this Arreft: A heart unfpotted is not eafily daunted. The pureft fpring is not fo free from mud, As I am clear from treafon to my Sovereign. Who can accufe me? wherein am I guilty? York. 'Tis thought, my Lord, that you took bribes of France; pay; And, being protector, ftaid the foldiers' I never robb'd the foldiers of their pay, Nor ever had one penny bribe from France. Be brought against me at my trial day! And never afk'd for reftitution. Car. It ferves you well, my Lord, to say so much. Glo. I fay no more than truth, fo help me God! York. In your protectorship you did devife Strange Strange tortures for offenders, never heard of; Glo. Why, 'tis well known that, whiles I was protector, Pity was all the fault that was in me: For I fhould melt at an offender's tears; And lowly words were ransom for their fault: Or foul felonious thief that fleec'd poor passengers, Murder, indeed, that bloody fin, I tortur'd [fwer'd: Suf. My Lord, these faults are cafy, quickly anBut mightier crimes are laid unto your charge, Whereof you cannot eafily purge yourself. I do arrest you in his Highness' name, And here commit you to my Lord Cardinal To keep, until your further time of trial. K. Henry. My Lord of Glofter, 'tis my fpecial hope, That you will clear yourfelf from all fufpicion; My confcience tells me, you are innocent. Glo. Ah, gracious Lord, these days are dangerous: Virtue is choak'd with foul ambition, And charity chas'd hence by Rancor's hand; And equity exil'd your Highness' Land. I know, their complot is to have my life: I would expend it with all willingness. Beauford's red fparkling eyes blab his heart's malice, Whose |