Act 3 - Scene 1
The Abbey at Bury St. Edmund's.
Sound a sennet. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, CARDINAL, SUFFOLK, YORK, BUCKINGHAM,
SALISBURY and WARWICK to the Parliament
KING HENRY VI
I muse my Lord of Gloucester is not come:
'Tis not his wont to be the hindmost man,
keeps him from us now.
Can you not see? or will ye 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, how peremptory, and unlike himself?
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 admired him for submission:
But meet him now, and, be it in the morn,
every one will give the time of day,
He knits his brow and shows an angry eye,
And passeth by with stiff
Disdaining duty that to us belongs.
Small curs are not regarded when they grin;
men tremble when the lion roars;
And Humphrey is no little man in England.
First note that he is near you
And should you fall, he as the next will mount.
Me seemeth then it is no policy,
what a rancorous 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 flattery hath he won the commons' hearts,
when he 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'ergrow the garden
And choke the herbs for want
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 wrong'd
My Lord of Suffolk, Buckingham, and York,
Reprove my allegation, if you can;
Or else conclude
my words effectual.
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 duchess, by his subornation,
Upon my life, began her devilish practises:
if he were not privy to those faults,
Yet, by reputing of his high descent,
As next the king he was successive
And such high vaunts of his nobility,
Did instigate the bedlam brain-sick duchess
By wicked means to
frame our sovereign's fall.
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep;
And in his simple show he
The fox barks not when he would steal the lamb.
No, no, my sovereign; Gloucester is a
Unsounded yet and full of deep deceit.
Did he not, contrary to form of law,
Devise strange deaths for small offences done?
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.
Tut, these are petty faults to faults unknown.
Which time will bring to light in smooth
KING HENRY VI
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
From meaning treason to our royal
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