105 King. My Lords what to your wisdoms shal seem best,
Do and vndo as if our selfe were here.
Queen. What wil your highnesse leaue the Parlament?
[♦] King. I Margaret. My heart is kild with griefe,
Where I may sit and sigh in endlesse mone,
[110] For who’s a Traitor, Gloster he is none. Exet King, Salsbury, and Warwicke.
Queene. Then sit we downe againe my Lord Cardinall,
Suffolke, Buckingham, Yorke, and Somerset.
Let vs consult of proud Duke Humphries fall.
In mine opinion it were good he dide,