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I know their complot is to have
prove the period of their tyranny,
Car. My liege, his railing is intolerable:
'Twill make them cool in zeal unto your grace.
Suf. Hath he not twit our sovereign lady here With ignominious words, though clerkly couch’d, As if she had suborned some to swear False allegations to o’erthrow his state?
QUEEN. But I can give the loser leave to chide.
Glov. Far truer spoke than meant: I lose, indeed; Beshrew 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.
Glou. Ah! thus King Henry throws away hiscrutch Before his legs be firm to bear his body. Thus is the shepherd beaten from thy side And wolves are gnarling who shall gnaw thee first. Ah, that my fear were false ! ah, that it were ! For, good King Henry, thy decay I fear.
[Erit, guarded. KING. My lords, what to your wisdoms seemeth
best, Do or undo, as if ourself were here. QUEEN. What, will your highness leave the
map of honour, truth and loyalty : And yet, good Humphrey, is the hour to come That e'er I prov'd thee false or fear'd thy faith. What louring star now envies thy estate, That these great lords and Margaret our queen Do seek subversion of thy harmless life? Thou never didst them wrong nor no man wrong ; And as the butcher takes away the calf And binds the wretch and beats it when it strays, Bearing it to the bloody slaughter-house, Even so remorseless have they borne him hence; And as the dam runs lowing up and down, Looking the
her harmless young one went, And can do nought but wail her darling's loss, Even so myself bewails good Gloucester's case With sad unhelpful tears, and with dimm'd eyes Look after him and cannot do him good, So mighty are his vowed enemies. His fortunes I will weep and 'twixt each groan Say Who's a traitor ? Gloucester he is none.
[Exeunt all but QUEEN, CARDINAL BEAUFORT,
SUFFOLK, and YORK; SOMERSET remains apart. QUEEN. Free lords, cold snow melts with the
sun's hot beams. Henry my lord is cold in great affairs, Too full of foolish pity, and Gloucester's show Beguiles him as the mournful crocodile With sorrow snares relenting passengers, Qr as the snake roll'd in a flowering bank, With shining checker’d slough, doth sting a child That for the beauty thinks it excellent.
Believe me, lords, were none more wise than IAnd yet herein I judge mine own wit goodThis Gloucester should be quickly rid the world, To rid us from the fear we have of him.
Car. That he should die is worthy policy; But yet we want a colour for his death : 'Tis meet he be condemn'd by course of law.
Sur. But, in my mind, that were no policy: The king will labour still to save his life, The commons haply rise, to save his life ; And yet we have but trivial argument, More than mistrust, that shows him worthy death. YORK. So that, by this, you would not have him
die. Suf. Ah, York, no man alive so fain as I ! YORK.. 'Tis York that hath more reason for his
death. But, my lord cardinal, and you, my Lord of Suffolk, Say as you think, and speak it from your souls, Were't not all one, an empty eagle were set To guard the chicken from a hungry kite, As place Duke Humphrey for the king's protector? QUEEN. So the poor chicken should be sure of
death. Suf. Madam, 'tis true; and were't not madness,
No; let him die, in that he is a fox,
hand, the deed is worthy doing. QUEEN. And so say I.
YORK. And I: and now we three have spoke it, It skills not greatly who impugns our doom.
Enter a Post. Post. Great lords, from Ireland am I come amain, To signify that rebels there are up