235 Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. [A noise within.
[♦] Queen. What noise is this?
Re-enter SUFFOLK and WARWICK, with their weapons drawn.
[♦] King. Why, how now, lords! your wrathful weapons drawn
Here in our presence! dare you be so bold?
Why, what tumultuous clamour have we here?
240 Suf. The traitorous Warwick with the men of Bury
[♦] Set all upon me, mighty sovereign.
Sal. [to the Commons, entering] Sirs, stand apart; the king shall know your mind.
Dread Lord, the commons send you word by me,