ACT III. SCENE I. At BUR Y. Enter King Henry, Queen, Cardinal, Suffolk, York, Buckingham, Salisbury and Warwick, to the Parliament. K. HENRY. 1 my is not comes Mufe, my Lord of Glo'fter 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 ftrangeness of his alter'd countenance, With what a majefty he bears himself, How infolent of late he is become, How peremptory and unlike himfelf? We know the time, fince he was mild and affable; That all the court admir'd him for fubmiffion. Small curs are not regarded, when they grin, Me feemeth] That is, it feemeth to me, a word more grammatical than methinks, which has, I know not how, intruded into its place. Respecting Refpecting what a ranc'rous mind he bears, Or elfe conclude my words effectual. Suf. Well hath your Highnefs feen into this Duke. And, had I first been put to fpeak my mind, I think I should have told your Grace's tale. * Upon my life, began her devilish practices, yet, and full of deep deceit. your Grace's tale.] Suffolk ufes Highness and Grace promifcuoufly to the queen. Ma jefty was not the fettled title till the time of king James the first. Car. Car. Did he not, contrary to form of law, Devife strange deaths for fmall offences done? 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 smooth 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 treason to our royal perfon The Duke is virtuous, mild, and too well given 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 fkin is, furely, lent him; Enter Somerset. Som. All health unto my gracious Sovereign! Som. That all your int'reft in those territories Is utterly bereft you; all is loft. K. Henry. Cold news, Lord Somerfet. 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 Thus are my bloffoms blafted in the bud, SCENE II. Enter Gloucester. [Afide: Glo. All happiness unto my Lord the King! Pardon, my Liege, that I have ftaid fo long. Suf. Nay, Glo'fter, know that thou art come too foon, Unless thou wert more loyal than thou art. I do arreft thee of high treafon here. Glo. Well, Suffolk, yet thou fhalt not fee me blush, Nor change my countenance for this Arrest, A heart unfpotted is not easily daunted. York. 'Tis thought, my Lord, that you took bribes of France, And, being protector, ftaid the foldiers' pay; Nor ever had one penny bribe from France, Be brought againft me at my trial day! 3 this gear] Gear was a general word for thing or matters. Car 49 Car. It ferves you well, my Lord, to say so much. Strange tortures for offenders, never heard of, Glo. Why, 'tis well known, that, while I was pros Pity was all the fault that was in me, For I fhould melt at an offender's tears, And lowly words were ranfom for their fault, Or foul felonious thief that fleec'd poor paffengers, Murder, indeed, that bloody fin I tortur'd Suf. My Lord, thefe faults are easy, quickly an But mightier crimes are laid unto your charge, K. Henry. My Lord of Glofter, 'tis my special hope Glo. Ah, gracious Lord, thefe days are dangerous, Virtue is choak'd with foul ambition, And charity chas'd hence by Rancour's hand, And equity exil'd your Highnefs' Land. And, if my death might make this island happy, I would expend it with all willingness. But mine is made the prologue to their play; 4thefe faults are eafy,] Eafy is flight, inconfiderable, as in other paffages of this authour. VOL. V. |