_Suffol._ Well hath your grace foreseen into that Duke, And if I had bene licenst first to speake, I thinke I should haue told your graces tale. Smooth runs the brooke whereas the streame is deepest ·dai025· No, no, my soueraigne, Gloster is a man Vnsounded yet, and full of deepe deceit. Enter the Duke of _Somerset_. _King._ Welcome Lord Somerset, what newes from France? _Somer._ Cold newes my Lord, and this it is, That all your holds and Townes within those Territores [dai030] Is ouercome my Lord, all is lost. _King._ Cold newes indeed Lord Somerset, But Gods will be done. _Yorke._ Cold newes for me, for I had hope of France, Euen as I haue of fertill England. ·dai035· Enter Duke _Humphrey_. _Hum._ Pardon my liege, that I haue staid so long. _Suffol._ Nay, Gloster know, that thou art come too soone, Vnlesse thou proue more loyall then thou art, We do arrest thee on high treason here. _Humph._ Why Suffolkes Duke thou shalt not see me blush ·dai040· Nor change my countenance for thine arrest, Whereof am I guiltie, who are my accusers? [dai042] _York._ Tis thought my lord, your grace tooke bribes from France, And stopt the soldiers of their paie, By which his Maiestie hath lost all France. [dai045] _Humph._ Is it but thought so, and who are they that thinke so? [dai046] So God helpe me, as I haue watcht the night [dai047] Euer intending good for England still, That penie that euer I tooke from France, Be brought against me at the iudgement day. ·dai050· I neuer robd the soldiers of their paie, Many a pound of mine owne propper cost Haue I sent ouer for the soldiers wants, Because I would not racke the needie Commons. _Car._ In your Protectorship you did deuise ·dai055· Strange torments for offendors, by which meanes [dai056] England hath bene defamde by tyrannie. _Hum._ Why tis wel knowne that whilst I was protector Pitie was all the fault that was in me, A murtherer or foule felonous theefe, [dai060] That robs and murthers silly passengers, [dai061] I tortord aboue the rate of common law. [dai062] _Suffolk._ Tush my Lord, these be things of no account, But greater matters are laid vnto your charge, I do arrest thee on high treason here, ·dai065· And commit thee to my good Lord Cardinall, Vntill such time as thou canst cleare thy selfe. _King._ Good vnkle obey to his arrest, _I_ haue no doubt but thou shalt cleare thy selfe, My conscience tels me thou art innocent. ·dai070·