[♦] Even so myself bewails good Gloucester’s case
[♦] With sad unhelpful tears, and with dimm’d eyes
Look after him and cannot do him good,
220 So mighty are his vowed enemies.
His fortunes I will weep and ’twixt each groan
[♦] Say ‘Who’s a traitor? Gloucester he is none.’ [Exeunt all but Queen, Cardinal Beaufort, Suffolk, and York. Somerset remains apart.
[♦] Queen. Free lords, cold snow melts with the sun’s hot beams.
Henry my lord is cold in great affairs,
[225] Too full of foolish pity, and Gloucester’s show
Beguiles him as the mournful crocodile