Suff.
Your Pardon, Sir:—I did not mean Offence.

Gloucest.
Vain-glorious Suffolk; Yes!—Throughout the long
Continuance of my high Power, I never us'd
Such Arrogance of Speech to my Inferiours:
And, Equals (Since my Brother Bedford's Death)
Amongst my Fellow-Subjects, have I None!
Nor, can I have; untill a Prince of Wales
Be born.—Nay; frown not, Duke of Suffolk!—
Duke, By your Treachery to the King, and to His Realm.

Suff.
Our Frowns, perhaps, bear equal Dread with Yours.
  The same consenting Powers, that gave to you
Authority to be our Lord Protectour,
Have thought, My Services deserv'd their Thanks.
The Peace and Marriage have not been displeasing
To the King and Parliament; however Gloucester
May be offended.

Gloucest.
I do remember, well,
Thy boastful Speeches;—How, thou did'st beguile
The Lords and Commons of their publick Thanks.—
But, Parliaments have, often, been surpris'd;
And, often, have retriev'd their past Mistakes.

Suffolk.
Your arbitrary Sway demands their Notice.

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