Stan. Why, madam, that is to the Isle of Man; There to be us'd according to your state. Duch. That's bad enough, for I am but reproach: And shall I then be us'd reproachfully? Stan. Like to a duchess and duke Humphrey's lady, According to that state you shall be us'd. Duch. Sheriff, farewell, and better than I fare; Although thou hast been conduct of my shame! Sher. It is my office; and, madam, pardon me. Duch. Ay, ay, farewell; thy office is discharg'd.Come, Stanley, shall we go? Stan. Madam, your penance done, throw off this sheet, And go we to attire you for our journey. Duch. My shame will not be shifted with my sheet: No, it will hang upon my richest robes, And show itself, attire me how I can. Go, lead the way; I long to see my prison. [Exeunt. SCENE I. The ABBEY at BURY. Enter to the Parliament, KING HENRY, QUEEN MARGARET, CARDINAL BEAUFORT, SUFFOLK, York, BUCKINGHAM, and others. K. Hen. I muse, my lord of Gloster 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 observe The strangeness of his alter'd countenance? With what a majesty he bears himself; How insolent of late he is become, How proud, peremptory, and unlike himself? Immediately he was upon his knee, That all the court admir'd him for submission: He knits his brow, and shows an angry eye, Small curs are not regarded when they grin: Respecting what a rancorous mind he bears, Or else conclude my words effectual. Suff. Well hath your highness seen into this duke; And, had I first been put to speak my mind, I think, 1 should have told your grace's tale. The duchess, by his subordination, Upon my life, began her devilish practices: The fox barks not, when he would steal the lamb. Car. Did he not, contrary to form of law, K. Hen. My lords, at once: The care you have of us, From meaning treason to our royal person, The duke is virtuous, mild; and too well given, Q. Mar. Ah, what's more dangerous than this fond affiance? Seems he a dove? his feathers are but borrow'd, Is he a lamb? his skin is surely lent him, Enter SOMERSET. Som. All health unto my gracious sovereign ! Som. That all your interest in those territories K. Hen. Cold news, lord Somerset: But God's will be done! York. Cold news for me; for I had hopes of France, As firmly as I hope for fertile England. Thus are my blossoms blasted in the bud, Enter GLOSTER. Glo. All happiness unto my lord the king! Pardon, my liege, that I have staid so long. [Aside. Suff. Nay, Gloster, 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 unspotted 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 And, being protector, stay'd the soldiers' pay: Glo. Is it but thought so? What are they that think it? I never robb'd the soldiers of their pay, Nor never had one penny bribe from France. So help me God, as I have watch'd the night,— Be brought against me at my trial day! And never ask'd for restitution. Car. It serves you well, my lord, to say so much. Glo. Why, 'tis well known, that whiles I was protector, Pity was all the fault that was in me; |