[♦] And here commit you to my lord cardinal
To keep, until your further time of trial.
King. My lord of Gloucester, ’tis my special hope
[140] That you will clear yourself from all suspect:
My conscience tells me you are innocent.
Glou. Ah, gracious lord, these days are dangerous:
Virtue is choked with foul ambition
And charity chased hence by rancour’s hand;
145 Foul subornation is predominant
And equity exiled your highness’ land.