’Tis meet he be condemn’d by course of law.
Suf. But, in my mind, that were no policy:
The king will labour still to save his life,
240 The commons haply rise, to save his life;
[♦] And yet we have but trivial argument,
More than mistrust, that shows him worthy death.
York. So that, by this, you would not have him die.
Suf. Ah, York, no man alive so fain as I!
[245] York. ’Tis York that hath more reason for his death.
[♦] But, my lord cardinal, and you, my lord of Suffolk,