SCENE IX.
York. Warwick. Salisbury.
York.
Say, Salisbury;—is it Beaufort?
Salisb.
Yes!—I shall
Produce the Two Assassins, he employ'd.
York.
Can such Impiety dwell so near the Altar!
But, Salisbury; How—
Salisb.
Deep-wounded with Remorse;
Dreading a Discovery; and, hoping Pardon;
One has, to Me, confess'd:—But, more, at better Leisure.
I must inform you, now; The King's Affliction,
Who weeps, who droops, who sickens, on his Throne;
The Indignation (mixt with general Mourning)
In all the Peers, and Commoners, of Note;
The Fury of the People, rending the Air for Vengeance;
Have strook such Terrour through the Foes of Gloucester,
That, daring not to oppose our warm Resentments,
We have, already, speeded far in Justice!
Warw.
We must have Rigour, Sir!—
Salisb.
And shall!—But, hear me.
Suffolk is sentenced into Banishment:
The Queen, to be remov'd, far distant, from the Palace:—
York.
But; that vile Winchester!—
Warw.
Mark, where he comes.
