Queene. Why do you rate my Lord of Suffolke thus,
30 As if that he had causde Duke Humphreys death?
The Duke and I too, you know were enemies,
[♦] And you had best say that I did murther him.
King. Ah woe is me, for wretched Glosters death.
Queene. Be woe for me more wretched then he was,
[35] What doest thou turne away and hide thy face?
[♦] I am no loathsome leoper looke on me,
[♦] Was I for this nigh wrackt vpon the sea,
[♦] And thrise by aukward winds driuen back from Englands bounds,