ACT THREE
SCENE I. The Abbey at Bury St. Edmunds.
Sound a sennet. Enter the KING, the QUEEN, CARDINAL, SUFFOLK, YORK BUCKINGHAM, SALISBURY, and WARWICK to the Parliament.
KING I muse my Lord of Gloucester is not come.
âTis not his wont to be the hindmost man,
Whateâer occasion keeps him from us now.
QUEEN Can you not see, or will ye not observe
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The strangeness of his alterâd countenance?
With what a majesty he bears himself;
How insolent of late he is become,
How proud, how peremptory, and unlike himself?
We know the time since he was mild and affable,
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And if we did but glance a far-off look
Immediately he was upon his knee,
That all the court admirâd him for submission.
But meet him now and be it in the mom,
When every one will give the time of day,
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He knits his brow and shows 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,
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And Humphrey is no little man in England.
First note that he is near you in descent,
And should you fall he is the next will mount;
Me seemeth, then, it is no policy â
Respecting what a rancorous mind he bears,
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And his advantage following your decease â
That he should come about your royal person
Or be admitted to your Highnessâ Council.
By flattery hath he won the commonsâ hearts;
And when he please to make commotion,
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âTis to be fearâd they all will follow him.
Now âtis the spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted;
Suffer them now, and theyâll oâergrow the garden
And choke the herbs for want of husbandry.
The reverent care I bear unto my lord
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Made me collect these dangers in the Duke.
If it be fond, call it a womanâs fear;
Which fear if better reasons can supplant,
I will subscribe, and say I wrongâd the Duke.
My Lord of Suffolk, Buckingham, and York,
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Reprove my allegation if you can,
Or else conclude my words effectual.
SUFFOLK 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 Graceâs tale.
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The Duchess, by his subornation.
Upon my life, began her devilish practices;
Or if he were not privy to those faults,
Yet by reputing of his high descent â
As next the King he was successive heir â
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And such high vaunts of his nobility,
Did instigate the bedlam brainsick Duchess
By wicked means to frame our sovereignâs fall.
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep,
And in his simple show he harbours treason.
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The fox barks not when he would steal the lamb.
No, no, my sovereign, Gloucester is a man
Unsounded yet, and full of deep deceit.
CARDINAL Did he not, contrary to form of law,
Devise strange deaths for small offences done?
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YORK And did he not, in his protectorship,
Levy great sums of money through the realm
For soldiersâ pay in France, and never sent it?
By means whereof the towns each day revolted.
BUCKINGHAM Tut, these are pretty faults to faults unknown
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Which time will bring to light in smooth Duke Humphrey.
KING My lords, at once: the care you have of us,
To mow down thorns that would annoy our foot,
Is worthy praise; but shall I speak my conscience?
Our kinsman Gloucester is as innocent
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From meaning treason to our royal person
As is the sucking lamb or harmless dove:
The Duke is virtuous, mild, and too well given
To dream on evil or to work my downfall.
QUEEN Ah, whatâs more dangerous than this fond affiance?
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Seems he a dove? His feathers are but borrowâd.
For heâs disposed as the hateful raven.
Is he a lamb? His skin is surely lent him,
For heâs inclinâd as is the ravenous wolf.
Who cannot steal a shape that means deceit?
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Take heed, my lord; the welfare of us all
Hangs on the cutting short that fraudful man.
Enter SOMERSET.
SOMERSET All health unto my gracious sovereign!
KING Welcome, Lord Somerset. What news from France?
SOMERSET That all your interest in those territories
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Is utterly bereft you; all is lost.
KING Cold news, Lord Somerset; but Godâs will be done!
YORK [Aside] Cold news for me; for I had hope of France
As firmly as I hope for fertile England.
Thus are my blossoms blasted in the bud,
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And caterpillars eat my leaves away;
But I will remedy this gear ere long,
Or sell my title for a glorious grave.
Enter GLOUCESTER.
GLOUCESTER All happiness unto my lord the King!
Pardon, my liege, that I have stayâd so long.
SUFFOLK Nay, Gloucester, know that thou art
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come too soon,
Unless thou wert more loyal than thou art.
I do arrest thee of high treason here.
GLOUCESTER Well, Suffolk, thou shalt not see me blush
Nor change my countenance for this arrest:
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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 âTis thought...