SCENE XI.
York. Warwick. Salisbury.
Salisb.
A direfull Imprecation!
Warw.
Did you observe
His Reason stagger?
Salisb.
I did.
York.
That Men should dare
To do, what done, must make the Doer wretched!
Salisb.
We, yet, shall wring his Conscience; till he prays
For that sweet Mercy, he has, now, renounced!
But;—I inform'd you of the Queen, and Suffolk.—
To Eleanor, the King has sent his kind Condoleance:
Her Sentence is revok'd; and immediate Prosecution
Order'd, against her infamous Accusers.
Warw.
But,—what Redress, for suffering England?
Salisb.
York is design'd to be, what Gloucester was.
But; We must to our Seats, before They adjourn;
And move, that Beaufort's Crime may be adjudg'd, to Morrow.
