SUFFOLK.
Why, that’s well said. Go, get you to my house;
I will reward you for this venturous deed.
The King and all the peers are here at hand.
Have you laid fair the bed? Is all things well,
According as I gave directions?
1 MURDERER.
’Tis, my good lord.
SUFFOLK.
Away, be gone!
[Exeunt Murderers.]
Sound trumpets. Enter the King, the Queen, Cardinal Beaufort, Somerset with attendants.
KING HENRY.
Go, call our uncle to our presence straight;
Say we intend to try his grace today
If he be guilty, as ’tis published.
SUFFOLK.
I’ll call him presently, my noble lord.
[Exit.]
KING HENRY.
Lords, take your places; and, I pray you all,
Proceed no straiter ’gainst our uncle Gloucester
Than from true evidence of good esteem
He be approved in practice culpable.
QUEEN MARGARET.
God forbid any malice should prevail
That faultless may condemn a nobleman!
Pray God he may acquit him of suspicion!