_York._ And did he not, in his protectorship,   ·bca060· 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. _Buck._ Tut, these are petty faults to faults unknown, Which time will bring to light in smooth Duke Humphrey.   ·bca065· _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,   [bca068] Our kinsman Gloucester is as innocent From meaning treason to our royal person   ·bca070· 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, what’s more dangerous than this fond affiance! Seems he a dove? his feathers are but borrow’d,   ·bca075· For he’s disposed as the hateful raven: Is he a lamb? his skin is surely lent him, For he’s inclined as is the ravenous wolf.   [bca078] Who cannot steal a shape that means deceit? Take heed, my lord; the welfare of us all   ·bca080· Hangs on the cutting short that fraudful man. _Enter_ SOMERSET. _Som._ All health unto my gracious sovereign! _King._ Welcome, Lord Somerset. What news from France? _Som._ That all your interest in those territories   [bca084] Is utterly bereft you; all is lost.   ·bca085· _King._ Cold news, Lord Somerset: but God’s will be done! _York._ [_Aside_] Cold news for me; for I had hope of France   [bca087] As firmly as I hope for fertile England.   [bca088] Thus are my blossoms blasted in the bud And caterpillars eat my leaves away;   ·bca090· But I will remedy this gear ere long, Or sell my title for a glorious grave. _Enter_ GLOUCESTER. _Glou._ All happiness unto my lord the king!   [bca093] Pardon, my liege, that I have stay’d so long. _Suf._ Nay, Gloucester, know that thou art come too soon,   ·bca095· Unless thou wert more loyal than thou art: I do arrest thee of high treason here. _Glou._ Well, Suffolk, thou shalt not see me blush   [bca098] Nor change my countenance for this arrest: A heart unspotted is not easily daunted.   ·bca100· 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 France,   [bca104] And, being protector, stayed the soldiers’ pay;   ·bca105· By means whereof his highness hath lost France.