[♦] Have I dispursed to the garrisons,
And never ask’d for restitution.
Car. It serves you well, my lord, to say so much.
120 Glou. I say no more than truth, so help me God!
York. In your protectorship you did devise
Strange tortures for offenders never heard of,
That England was defamed by tyranny.
[♦] Glou. Why, ’tis well known that, whiles I was protector,
125 Pity was all the fault that was in me;
For I should melt at an offender’s tears,