O monstrous traitor! I arrest thee, York,
Of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown;
Obey, audacious traitor; kneel for grace.

My lord,
I'll yield myself to prison willingly,
Or unto death, to do my country good.

Rear up his body; wring him by the nose.

And, in the number, thee that wishest shame!

If York, with all his far-fet policy,
Had been the regent there instead of me,
He never would have stay'd in France so long.

That all your interest in those territories
Is utterly bereft you; all is lost.

All health unto my gracious sovereign!

I humbly thank your royal majesty.

Thy sumptuous buildings and thy wife's attire
Have cost a mass of public treasury.

If Somerset be unworthy of the place,
Let York be regent; I will yield to him.

Cousin of Buckingham, though Humphrey's pride
And greatness of his place be grief to us,
Yet let us watch the haughty cardinal:
His insolence is more intolerable
Than all the princes in the land beside:
If Gloucester be displaced, he'll be protector.