SCENE I.
York. Salisbury.
York.
By Heaven, it makes me mad!—The Queen and Suffolk
Govern the King; and, Beaufort governs Them.
Salisb.
Let them go on.—This Act of Violence
Renders them more obnoxious: And (you find)
My Son has brought the Duke into our Measures.
A Night's Confinement is of no Prejudice
To Him;—And, this abitrary Proceeding
Will inflame the Commons.
York.
May their Resentment
Burst, like avenging Thunder, on the Guilty;
And wake this bigotted, uxorious King,
Lull'd in a Dream of Love, and Superstition!
Salisb.
Once more (before we see the Lord Protectour)
Beware, how you inform him of the Dutchess:
For, should He know of my Request to Stanley;
It might divert his Thoughts, from—
York.
I am caution'd.
The Publick, now, must have his whole Attention.
Salisb.
If our Designs succeed; Her Banishment
May be repeal'd; and, her Accusers punish'd:—
If otherwise; a Day, or Two, is not
A mighty Trespass: And, the Blame shall rest
On Me, alone.
York.
Most Generous, and Wise!
Salisb.
But see;—the Council-Chamber opens:—And,
Beaufort moves this Way.—Do you discourse him;
While I confer with Gloucester, 'till You come.
York.
You know, I hate him.
Salisb.
Treat him with Contempt:
And try, if, in his Rage, he can dissemble.
