_Suf._ Resign it then and leave thine insolence.   ·bac120· Since thou wert king--as who is king but thou?-- The commonwealth hath daily run to wreck;   [bac122] The Dauphin hath prevail’d beyond the seas; And all the peers and nobles of the realm Have been as bondmen to thy sovereignty.   ·bac125· _Car._ The commons hast thou rack’d; the clergy’s bags Are lank and lean with thy extortions. _Som._ Thy sumptuous buildings and thy wife’s attire Have cost a mass of public treasury.   [bac129] _Buck._ Thy cruelty in execution   ·bac130· Upon offenders hath exceeded law And left thee to the mercy of the law. _Queen._ Thy sale of offices and towns in France, If they were known, as the suspect is great, Would make thee quickly hop without thy head.   [bac135] [_Exit Gloucester. The Queen drops her fan._ Give me my fan: what, minion! can ye not? [_She gives the Duchess a box on the ear._ I cry you mercy, madam; was it you? _Duch._ Was’t I! yea, I it was, proud Frenchwoman: Could I come near your beauty with my nails, I’ld set my ten commandments in your face.   [bac140] _King._ Sweet aunt, be quiet; ’twas against her will. _Duch._ Against her will! good king, look to’t in time; She’ll hamper thee, and dandle thee like a baby: Though in this place most master wear no breeches,   [bac144] She shall not strike Dame Eleanor unrevenged. [_Exit._ ·bac145· _Buck._ Lord cardinal, I will follow Eleanor,   [bac146] And listen after Humphrey, how he proceeds: She’s tickled now; her fume needs no spurs,   [bac148] She’ll gallop far enough to her destruction.   [bac149] [_Exit._ _Re-enter_ GLOUCESTER. _Glou._ Now, lords, my choler being over-blown   [bac150] With walking once about the quadrangle, I come to talk of commonwealth affairs. As for your spiteful false objections, Prove them, and I lie open to the law: But God in mercy so deal with my soul,   [bac155] As I in duty love my king and country! But, to the matter that we have in hand: I say, my sovereign, York is meetest man To be your regent in the realm of France. _Suf._ Before we make election, give me leave   ·bac160· To show some reason, of no little force, That York is most unmeet of any man. _York._ I’ll tell thee, Suffolk, why I am unmeet: First, for I cannot flatter thee in pride; Next, if I be appointed for the place,   ·bac165· My Lord of Somerset will keep me here,   [bac166] Without discharge, money, or furniture, Till France be won into the Dauphin’s hands: Last time, I danced attendance on his will Till Paris was besieged, famish’d, and lost.   ·bac170· _War._ That can I witness; and a fouler fact Did never traitor in the land commit. _Suf._ Peace, headstrong Warwick! _War._ Image of pride, why should I hold my peace?   [bac174] _Enter_ HORNER, _the Armourer, and his man_ PETER, _guarded_.