_Glou._ Is it but thought so? what are they that think it?   [bca107] I never robb’d the soldiers of their pay, Nor ever had one penny bribe from France.   [bca109] So help me God, as I have watch’d the night,   ·bca110· Ay, night by night, in studying good for England! That doit that e’er I wrested from the king, Or any groat I hoarded to my use, Be brought against me at my trial-day! No; many a pound of mine own proper store,   [bca115] Because I would not tax the needy commons, Have I dispursed to the garrisons,   [bca117] And never ask’d for restitution. _Car._ It serves you well, my lord, to say so much. _Glou._ I say no more than truth, so help me God!   ·bca120· _York._ In your protectorship you did devise Strange tortures for offenders never heard of, That England was defamed by tyranny. _Glou._ Why, ’tis well known that, whiles I was protector,   [bca124] Pity was all the fault that was in me;   ·bca125· For I should melt at an offender’s tears, And lowly words were ransom for their fault. Unless it were a bloody murderer, Or foul felonious thief that fleeced poor passengers, I never gave them condign punishment:   ·bca130· Murder indeed, that bloody sin, I tortured Above the felon or what trespass else. _Suf._ My lord, these faults are easy, quickly answered:   [bca133] But mightier crimes are laid unto your charge,   [bca134] Whereof you cannot easily purge yourself.   ·bca135· I do arrest you in his highness’ name; And here commit you to my lord cardinal   [bca137] To keep, until your further time of trial. _King._ My lord of Gloucester, ’tis my special hope That you will clear yourself from all suspect:   [bca140] My conscience tells me you are innocent.