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ACT III.

SCENE I.

At B U R Y.

Enter King Henry, Queen, Cardinal, Suffolk, York,

Buckingham, Salisbury and Warwick, re ibe Par. liament,

K. HENRY.

Muse, my Lord of Glo'ster is not come;

'Tis not his wont to be the hindmost man, Whate'er occasion keeps him from us now.

Q. Mar. Can you not see, or will you not obferve The strangeness of his alter'd countenance, With what a majesty he bears himself, How insolent of late he is become, How peremptory and unlike himself? We know the time, since he was mild and affable ; And, if we did but glance a far-off look, Immediately he was upon his knee; That all the court admir'd him for submission. But meet him now, and be it in the morn, When ev'ry one will give the time of day, He knits his brow and shews an angry eye, And passeth by with stiff unbowed knee, Disdaining duty that to us belongs. Small curs are not regarded, when they grin, But great men tremble when the lion roars, And Humphry is no little man in England. First note, that he is near you in descent, And, should you fail, he is the next will mount. Me seemech then, it is no policy,

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Respecting

Respecting what a ranc'rous mind he bears,
And his advantage following your decease,
That he should come about your royal person,
Or be admitted to your Highness' council.
By fatt'ry hath he won the common hearts :
And when he'll please to make commotion,
?Tis to be fear'd, they all will follow him.
Now .'tis the spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted;
Suffer them now, and they'll o'er-grow the garden;
And choak the herbs for want of husbandry.
The reverent care, I bear unto my Lord,
Made me collect these dangers in the Duke.
If it be fond, call it a woman's fear,
Which fear if better reasons can supplant
I will subscribe, and say, I wrongd the Duke.
My Lords of Suffolk, Buckingham, and York;
Reprove my allegation, if you can,
Or elfe conclude my words effectual.

Suf. Well hath your Highness seen into this Duke.
And, had I first been put to speak my mind,
I think I should have told your Grace's tale. ?
The Dutchess, by his subornation,
Upon my life, began her devilish practices,
Or if he were not privy to those faults,
Yet, by repeating of his high descent,
As next the King he was successive heir,
And such high vaunts of his nobility,
Did instigate the bedlam brain-fick Dutchess
By wicked means to frame our sov'reign's fall.
Smooth runs the water, where the brook is deep;
And in his simple shew he harbours treason.
The fox barks not when he would steal the lamb.
No, no, my sov'reign; Gloster is a man
Unfounded

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of us,

Car, Did he not, concrary to form of law, Devise itrangé deaths for small offences done?

York. And did he not in his protectorship Levy great sums of money through the realm For soldiers' pay in France, and never sent it? By means whereof the towns each day revolted.

Buck. Tut, these are petty faults to faulis unknown; Which time wiil bring to light in smooth Duke Hum

pbry.
K. Henry. My Lords, at once. The care you have
To mow down thorns that would annoy our foot,
Is worthy praise ; buc shall I speak my conscience ?
Our kinsman Glofter is as innocent
From meaning treason to our royal person
As is the fucking lamb or harmless dove.
The Duke is virtuous, mild, and too well given
To dream on evil, or to work my downfal.
Q. Mar. Ah! what's more dang’rous than this fond

affiance?
Seems he a dove his feathers are but borrow'd ;
For he's disposed as the hateful Raven.
Is he a lamb? his skin is, surely, lent him;
For he's inclin'd as is the ravenous wolf.
Who cannot steal a shape that means deceit?
Take heed, my Lord, the welfare of us all
Hangs on the cutting short that fraudful man,

Enter Somerset.
Som. All health unto my gracious Sovereign!
K. Henry. Welcome, Lord Somerset; what news

from France ?
Som. That all your int'rest in thofe territories
Is utterly, bereft you; all is loft.
K. Henry. Cold news, Lord Somerset. Bat God's

will be done! York. Cold news for me ; for I had hope of Trance, As firmly as I hope for fertile England,

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Thus are my blossoms blasted in the bud,
And caterpillars eat my leaves away.
But I will remedy : this gear ere long,
Or sell my title for a glorious grave.

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Enter Gloucester.
Glo. All happiness unto my Lord the King!
Pardon, my Liege, that I have staid so long.

Suf. Nay, Glo'ster, know that thou art come too soon,
Unless thou wert more loyal than thou art.
I do arrest thee of high treason here.

Glo. Well, Suffolk, yet thou shalt not see me blush, Nor change my countenance for this Arrest, A heart unfpotted is not easily daunted. The purest spring is not so free from mud As I am clear from creason to my Sovereign. Who can accuse me? Wherein am I guilty ? York. 'Tis thought, my Lord, that you cook bribes

of France, And, being protector, staid the soldiers' pay; By means whereof his Highness hath lost France.

Glo. Is it but thought so ? what are they that think it? I never robb'd the soldiers of their pay, 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 reftitution.

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Car.

Car. It serves you well, my Lord, to say so much. Glo. I say no more than truth, so 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, while I was pro

tector,
Pity was all the fault that was in me,
For I should melt at an offender's tears,
And lowly words were 'ransom for their fault;
Unless it were a bloody murderer,
Or foul felonious thief that fleec'd poor passengers,
I never gave them condign punishment.
Murder; indeed, that bloody fin I tortur'd
Above the felon, or what crespass else.
Suf. My Lord, these faults are easy, quickly an:

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But mightier crimes are láid unto your charge,
Whereof you cannot easily purge yourself.
I do arrest you in his Highness' name,
And here commit you’to my Lord Cardinal
To keep, until your further tinie of trial.

K. Henry. My Lord of Gloser, 'tis my special hope
That you will clear yourself from all suspicion ;
My conscience tells me you are innocent.

Gli. Ah, gracious Lord, these days are dangerous; Virtue is choak'd with foul ambition, And charity chas'd hence by Rancour's hand, Foul subornation is predominant, And equity exild your Highness' Land. I know, their complot is to have my life, And, if my death might make this isand happy, And prove the period of their tyranny, I would expend it with all willingness. But mine is made the prologue to their play ;

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