Peace, children, peace. The King doth love you well

Duchess
Peace, children, peace. The King doth love
you well. Incapable and shallow innocents,
You cannot guess who caused your father’s death.
Boy
Grandam, we can, for my good uncle Gloucester
Told me the King, provoked to it by the Queen,
Devised impeachments to imprison him;
And when my uncle told me so, he wept,
And pitied me, and kindly kissed my cheek,
Bade me rely on him as on my father,
And he would love me dearly as a child.

Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle shape,
And with a virtuous visor hide deep vice.

Duchess
Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle shape,
And with a virtuous visor hide deep vice.
He is my son, ay, and therein my shame,
Yet from my dugs he drew not this deceit.
Boy
Think you my uncle did dissemble, grandam?
Duchess
Ay, boy.
Boy
I cannot think it.