Salisb.
A direfull Imprecation!

Warw.
Did you observe
His Reason stagger?

Salisb.
I did.

York.
That Men should dare
To do, what done, must make the Doer wretched!

Salisb.
We, yet, shall wring his Conscience; till he prays
For that sweet Mercy, he has, now, renounced!
  But;—I inform'd you of the Queen, and Suffolk.—
To Eleanor, the King has sent his kind Condoleance:
Her Sentence is revok'd; and immediate Prosecution
Order'd, against her infamous Accusers.

Warw.
But,—what Redress, for suffering England?

Salisb.
York is design'd to be, what Gloucester was.
  But; We must to our Seats, before They adjourn;
And move, that Beaufort's Crime may be adjudg'd, to Morrow.

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