* With sorrow snares relenting passengers; * Or as the snake, rolled in a flowering bank," * With shining checker'd slough,” doth sting a child, *That, for the beauty, thinks it excellent. * Believeme, lords, I'. none more wise *: ; * (And yet, herein, I judge mine own wit - #. 3. should o: rid the world, “To rid us from the fear we have of him. * Car. That he should die, is worthy policy; *But yet we want a colour for his death: * "Tis meet, he be condemn'd by course of law. * .# But, in my mind, that were no policy: *The king will labour still to save his life, *The commons haplys rise to save his life; *And yet we have but trivial argument, * More than mistrust, that shows him worthy death. * York. So that, by this, you would not have him die. * Suff. Ah, York, no man alive so fain as I. * York. "Tis York that hath more reason for his dea

th.— *But, my lord cardinal, and you, my lord of Suffolk, * §. as you think, and speakit from your souls, * Were’t not all one, an empty eagle were set *To guard the chicken from a hungry kite, * As place duke Humphrey for the king's protector? Q. Mar. So the poor chicken should be sure of death. “Suff. Madam, 'tis true: And were’t not madness then, “To make the fox surveyor of the fold? ‘Who being accus’d a crafty murderer, “His guilt should be but idly posted over, “Because his purpose is not executed. “No; let him die, in that he is a fox, “By nature prov'd an enemy to the flock, “Before his chaps be stain'd with crimson blood; ‘As Humphrey, prov’d by reasons, to my liege. “And do not stand on quillets, how to slay him: “Be it by gins, by snares, by subtilty, ‘Sleeping or waking, 'tis no matter how, “So he be dead; for that is good deceit, *Which mates" him first, that first intends deceit. * Q, JMar. Thrice-noble Suffolk, 'tis resolutely

spoke. ... * Suff. R. resolute, except somuch were done; * For things are often spoke, and seldom meant: *But, that my heart accordeth with my tongue, * Seeing the deed is meritorious, *And to preserve my sovereign from his foe, *Say but the word, and I will be his priest. * Car. But I would have him dead, my lord of Suffolk, * Ere you can take due orders for a priest: *Say, you consent, and censure well the deed, *And I'll provide his executioner, *I tender so the safety of my liege. * Suff. Here is my hand, the deedisworthy doing. * Q, JMar. And so say I. * York. And I: and now we three have spokeit, *It skills not greatly" who impugns our doom.

Enter a Messenger.

‘..Mess. Great lords, from Ireland am I come aman, “To signify—that rebels there are up, “And put the Englishmen unto the sword: - §.Psuccours, lords, and stop the rage betime, * Before the wound do grow incurable; * For, being green, there is great hope of help.

(1) i. e. In the flowers growing on a bank. (2) Skin. (3) Perhaps. (4) Confounds.

* Car. A breach, that craves a quick expedients

stop * What co ive you in this weighty cause? * York. That Somerset be sent as regent thither: ‘‘Tis meet, that lucky ruler be employ'd; “Witness the fortune he hath had in France. ‘Som. If York, with all his far-feto policy, “Had been the regent there instead of me, “He never would have staid in France so long. “York. No, not to lose it all, as thou hast done: “I rather would have lost my life betimes, *Than bring a burden of dishonour home, * By staying there so long, till all were lost. * Show me one scar character'd on thy skin: * Men's flesh preserv'd so whole, do seldom win. * Q. Mar. Nay then, this spark will prove a

raging fire, * If wind and #. be brought to feed it with:— * No more, good York;-sweet Somerset, bestill:— * Thy fortune, York, hadst thou been regent there, * Might happily have prov'd far worse than his. York. W. worse than naught? may, then a shame take all! “Som. And, in the number, thee, that wishest shame! * Car. Mylord of York, try what your fortune is “The uncivil kernes of Ireland are in arms, ‘And temper clay with blood of Englishmen: “To Ireland will you lead a band of men, ‘Collected choicely, from each county some, “And try your hap against the Irishmen? * York. I will, my lord, so please his majesty. * Suff. Why, our authority is his consent; * And, what we do establish, he confirms: * Then, noble York, take thou this task in hand. * York. I am content: Provide me soldiers, lords, “Whiles I take order for mine own affairs. “Suff. A charge, lord York, that I will see perform'd. “But now return we to the false duke Humphrey. * Car. No more of him; for I will deal . him, ‘That, henceforth, he shall trouble us no more. “And so break off; the day is almost spent: ‘Lord Suffolk, you and I must talk of that event. ‘York. My lord of Suffolk, within fourteen days, “At Bristol I expect my soldiers; “For there I'll ship them all for Ireland. Suff. I’ll see it truly done, my lord of York. [Exeunt all but York. “York. Now, York, or never, steel thy fearful thoughts, “And change misdoubt to resolution: * Be that thou hop'st to be; or what thou art *Resign to death, it is not worth the enjoying: * Let pale-fac'd fear keep with the mean-born man, *And find no harbour in a royal heart. *Faster than spring-time showers, comes thought on thought; *And not a thought, but thinks on dignity. : My brain, more busy than the labouring spider, * Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies. *Well, nobles, well, 'tis politicly done, *To send me packing with a host of men: * I fear me, you but warm the starved snake, * Who, o in your breasts, will sting your.


"Twas men I lack'd, and you will give them me:
“I take it kindly; yet, be well assur’d
‘You put sharp wea in a madman's hands.
“Whiles I in 7. nourish a mighty band,
*I will stir up in England some black storm,

(5) It is of no importance. 6) Expeditious (7) Far-fetched. po (6) Exped

* Shall blow ten thousand souls to heaven, or hell: *And this fell tempest shall not cease to rage *Until the golden circuit on my head, *Like to the glorious sun's transparent * Do calm the fury of this mad-bred flaw. “And, for a minister of my intent, “I have seduc’d a headstrong Kentishman, ‘John Cade of Ashford, “To make commotion, as full well he can, *Under the title of John Mortimer. * In Ireland have I seen this stubborn Cade * Qppose himself against a troop of kernes? *And fought so long, till that his thighs with darts * Were almost like a sharp-quill'd porcupine: *And, in the end being rescu'd, I have seen him * Caper upright like a wild Mórisco,” * Shaking the bloody darts, as he his bells. * Full often, like a shag hair'd crafty kerne, * Hath he conversed with the enemy; *And undiscover'd come to me again, *And given me notice of their villanies. * This devil here shall be my substitute; * For that John Mortimer, which now is dead, * In face, in gait, in speech, he doth resemble:

4. #. this I shall perceive the commons' mind, ‘How they affect the house and claim of York. “Say, he be taken, rack'd, and tortur'd : ‘I know, no pain, they can inflict upon him, “Will make him say—I mov’d him to those arms. - § that he thrive o 'tis great like he will,)

- r, then from Ireland come I withm o “And reap the harvest which that rascal sow'd : * For, Humphrey being dead, as he shall be, “And Henry put apart, the next for me. [Erit.

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(4) Just now. (5) i. e. Let not wo be to thee for Gloster, but

(2) Irish foot-soldiers, light-armed. (2) A Moor in a morris dance.

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* Erect his statue then, and worship it, *And make my image but an alehouse sign. Was I, for this, nigh wreck'd upon the sea; “And twice by awkward wind from England's bank * Drove back again unto my native clime? What boded this, but well-forewarning wind Did seem to say, Seek not a scorpion's nest, *Norset no footing on this unkind shore? *What did I then, but curs'd the gentle gusts, *And he that loos'd them from their brazen caves; *And bid them blow towards England's blessed shore, * Or turn our stern upon a dreadful rock? * Yet AEolus would not be a murderer, *But left that hateful office unto thee: *The pretty vaulting sea refus’d to drown me; * known; that thou would'st have me drown'd on snore, * With tears as salt as sea, through thyunkindness: * The splitting rocks cower'd in the sinking sands, *And would not dash me with their ragged sides; * Because thy flinty heart, more hard than they, * Might in thy palace perish Margaret. *As far as I could ken thy chalky cliffs, * When from the shore the tempest beat us back, * I stood upon the hatches in the storm: *And when the dusky sky began to rob * My earnest-gaping sight of iy land's view, * I took a costly jewel from my neck,* A heart it was, bound in with diamonds,*And threw it towards thy land;—the sea receiv'd it; *And so, I wish'd, thy body might my heart: *And even with this, I lost fair i. view, *And bid mine eyes be packing with my heart; *And call'd them blind and dusky spectacles, * For losing ken of Albion's wished coast. *How often have I tempted Suffolk's tongue * (The agent of thy foul inconstancy.) *To sit and watch me, as Ascanius did, * When he to madding Dido would unfold * His father's acts, commenc'd in burning Troy? * Am I * witch'd like her? or thou not false like - im? * Ah me, I can no more! Die, Margaret! * For Henry weeps, that thou dost live so long.

.Noise within. Enter Warwick and Salisbury. The Commons press to the door. * War. It is reported, mighty sovereign, “That good duke Humphrey i. is murder'd

4. #. Suffolk and the cardinal Beaufort's means. “The commons, like an angry hive of bees, “That want their leader, scatter up and down, “And care not who they sting in his revenge. “Myself have calm'd their spleenful mutiny, “Until they hear the order of his death. K. Hen. That he is dead, good Warwick, 'tis too true; But how he died, God knows, not Henry: ‘Enter his chamber, view his breathless corpse, “And comment then upon his sudden death. War. That I shall do, my liege:—Stay, Salisbury, With the rude multitude, till I return. [Warwick goes into an inner room, and Salisbury retires. * K. Hen. O thou that judgest all things, stay my thoughts: * My thoughts, that labour to persuade my soul,

(1) i.e. I see my life destroyed or endangered by his death.

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The folding-doors of an inner chamber are thrown open, and Gloster is discovered dead in his bed: Warwick and others standing by it. * War. Come hither, gracious sovereign, view this body. * K. Hen. That is to see how deep my grave is made: * For, with his soul, fled all my worldly solace; * For seeing him, I see my life in death." • War. As surely as my soul intends to live “With that dread King that took our state upon him “To free us from his Father's wrathful curse, “I do believe that violent hands were laid “Upon the life of this thrice-famed duke. Suff. A dreadful oath, sworn with a solemn tongue! “What instance gives lord Warwick for his vow? * War. See, how the blood is settled in his face! Oft have I seen a timely-parted ghost,” “Of ashy semblance, meagre, pale, and bloodless, “Being all descended to the labouring heart; ‘Who, in the conflict that it holds with death, * Attracts the same for aidance 'gainst the enemy; “Which with the heart there cools and ne'er returneth “To blush and beautify the cheek again. “But, see, his face is black, and full of blood; “His eye-balls further out than when he liv'd, ‘Staring full ghastly, like a strangled man: “His hair uprear'd, his nostrils stretch'd with struggling; “His hands abroad display'd, as one that grasp'd “And tugg’d for life, and was by strength subdu'd. ‘Look on the sheets, his hair, you see, is sticking; “His well-proportioned beard made rough and rugged, “Like to the summer's corn by tempest lodg’d. “It cannot be, but he was murder'd here; “The least of all these signs were probable. “Suff. Why, Warwick, who should do the duke to death? “Myself, and Beaufort, had him in protection; “And we, I hope, sir, are nomurderers. • War. But both of you were vow'd duke Humhrey's foes; “And you, forsooth, had the good duke to keep: ‘'Tis like, you would not feast him like a friend; “And 'tis well seen, he found an enemy. “Q..Mar. Then you, belike, suspect these noble

men. “As guilty of duke Humphrey's timeless death. War. Who finds the heifer dead, and bleeding fresh, And sees fast by a butcher with an axe, But will suspect, 'twas he that made the slaughter? Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest, But may imagine how the bird was dead, Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak?

(2) A body becomes inanimate in the common course of nature, to which violence has not brought a timeless end.

Even so suspicious is this . -
* Q. Mar. Are you a butc #solo where's
your knife?
Is Beaufort term'd a kite? where are his talons?
Suff. I wear no knife, to slaughter sleeping men;
But here's a vengeful sword, rusted with ease,
That shall be scoured in his rancorous heart,
That slanders me with murder's crimson badge:–
Say, if thou dar'st, proud lord of Warwickshire,
That I am faulty in duke Humphrey's death.
reunt Cardinal, Som. and others.
War. What dares not Warwick, if false Suffolk
dare him?
Q. Mar. He dares not calm his contumelious
Nor cease o, be an arrogant controller,
Though Suffolk dare him twenty thousand times.
War. Madam, bestill; with reverence may Isay;
For every word, you . in his behalf,
Is slander to your royal dignity.
“Suff. Blunt-witted lord, ignoble in demeanour!
If ever lady wrong'd her lord so much,
Thy mother took into her blameful bed
Some stern untutor'd churl, and noble stock
Wasgraft with crab-tree slip; whose fruit thou art,
And never of the Nevils' noble race.
War. But that the guilt of murder bucklers thee,
And I should rob the deathsman of his fee,
Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames,
And that my sovereign's presence makes me mild,
*::::". false . coward, . thy *
ake thee beg pardon for thy passed speech,
And say—it .. mother that thou o,
That thou thyself wast born in bastardy:
And, after o this fearful homage done,
Give thee thy hire, and send thy soul to hell,
Pernicious ... of sleeping men!
Suff. Thou shalt be waking, while I shed thy

ood, . If from this presence thou dar'st go with me. War. Away even now, or I will drag thee hence: *Unworthy though thou art, I'll cope with thee, *And do some service to duke Humphrey's ghost. [Ereunt Suffolk and Warwick. * K. Hen. What stronger breast-plate than a heart untainted? * Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just; *And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, *Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. o [A noise within. Q. Mar. What noise is this? Re-enter Suffolk and Warwick, with their weapons


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“They say, in him they fear your highness' death: “And mere instinct of love, and loyalty, ‘Free from a stubborn opposite intent, “As ...i. to contradict your liking, ‘Makes them thus forward in his banishment. * They say, in care of your most royal person, * That, if your highness should intend to sleep, *And charge—thatnomanshould disturbyour rest, * In pain of your dislike, or pain of death; * Yet notwithstanding such a strait edict, * Were there a serpent seen, with forked tongue, * That slily glided towards your majesty, * It were but necessary, you were wak'd; * Lest, being suffer'd in that harmful slumber, * The mortal worm' might make the sleepeternal: *And therefore do they cry, though you forbid, * That they will guard you, whe'r you will, or no, * From such fell serpents as false Suffolk is; * With whose envenom'd and fatal sting, * Your loving uncle, twenty times his worth, * They say, is shamefully berest of life. Commons. [Within..] An answer from the king, my lord of Salisbury. Suff. 'Tis like the commons, rude unpolish'd hinds, Could send such message to their sovereign; But you, my lord, were glad to be employ'd, To show how quainto an orator you are: But all the honour Salisbury hath won, Is—that he was the lord ambassador, Sent from a sort of tinkers, to the king. Commons. [Within.) An answer from the king, or we'll all break in. “K. Hen. Go, Salisbury, and tell them all from me, “I thank them for their tender loving care: “And had I not been 'cited so by them, ‘Yet did I purpose as they do entreat; ‘For sure, mythoughts do hourly prophesy “Mischance unto my state by Suffolk's means. “And therefore, by His majesty I swear, * Whose far too deputy I am,_ * He shall not breathe . in this air" “But three days longer, on the pain of death. [..." Salisbury, “Q, JMar. O. Henry, let me plead for gentle Suffolk : “K. Hen. Ungentle queen, to call him gentle Suffolk.

“No more, I say; if thou dost plead for him, “Thou wilt but add increase unto my wrath. “Had I but said, I would have kept my word; “But, when I swear, it is irrevocable:– * If, after three days' space, thou here be'st found * On any ground that I am ruler of, * The world shall not be ransom for thy life.— “Come, Warwick, come, good Warwick, gowithme; ‘I have great matters to impart to thee. Ereunt K. Henry, Warwick, Lords, &c. “Q. Mar. Mischance, and sorrow, go along with rou! * Heart's discontent, and sour affliction, “Be playfellows to keep you company' “There's two of you; the devil make a third “And threefold vengeance tend upon your steps. * Suff. Cease, gentle queen, these execrations, *And let thy Suffolk take his heavy leave. “Q. JMar. Fie, coward woman, and soft-hearted wretch! ‘Hast thou not spirit to curse thine enemies? Suff. A plague upon them! wherefore should I curse them?

(4) i. e. He shall not contaminate this air with his infected breath.

Would curses kill, as doth the mandrake's groan,
I would invent as bitter-searching terms,
* As curst, as harsh, and horrible to hear,
Deliver'd strongly through my fixed teeth,
“With full as many signs of deadly hate,
As lean-fac’d Envy i. loathsome cave :
My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words:
Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint;
My hair be fix'd on end, as one distract;
Ay, every joint should seem to curse and ban:
And even now my burden'd heart would break,
Should I not curse them. Poison be their drink!
Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest that they taste!
Their sweetest shade, a grove of cypress trees!
Their chiefest prospect, murdering basilisks!
Their softest touch, as smart as lizards' stings!
Their music, frightful as the serpent's hiss;
And boding screech-owls make the concert full!
All the foul terrors in dark-seated hell—
Q. Mar. Enough, sweet Suffolk; thou torment'st
*And these dread curses—like the sun'gainstglass,
* Or like an overcharged gun, recoil,
* And turn the force of them upon thyself.
Suff. You bade me ban, and will you bid me
leave *
Now, by the ground that I am banish'd from,
Well could I curse away a winter's night,
Though standing naked on a mountain top,
Where biting cold would never let grass grow,
And think it but a minute spent in sport.
* Q. Mar. O, let me entreat thee, cease! Give
me thy hand,
*That I may 3. it with my mournful tears;
*Nor let the rain of heaven wet this place,
*To wash away my woful monuments.
“O, could this kiss be printed in thy hand;
so. his hand.
*That thou might'st think upon these by the seal,
“Through whom a thousand sighs are breath'd for

• So, o thee gone, that I may know my grief; ‘'Tis but surmis'd whilst thou art standing by, * As one that surfeits thinking on a want. “I will repeal thee, or, be well assur'd, “Adventure to be banished myself: *And banished I am, if but from thee. * Go, speak not to me; even now be gone.— *O, gonotyet!—Eventhus two friends condemn'd * Embrace, and kiss, and take ten thousand leaves, * Loather a hundred times to part than die. * Yet now farewell; and farewell life with thee! Suff. Thus is poor Suffolk ten times banished, Once by the king, and three times thrice by thee. * "Tis not the land I care for, wert thou hence; * A wilderness is populous enough, * So Suffolk had o company: * For where thou art, there is the world itself, *With every several pleasure in the world; *And where thou art not, desolation. *I can no more:-Live thou to joy thy life; * Myself no joy in nought, but that thou liv'st.

Enter Waux.

“Q. Mar. Whither goes Vaux so fast? what news, I prythee?

* Vaux. To signify unto his majesty, That cardinal Beaufort is at point of death : “For suddenly a grievous sickness took him, “Thatmakes him gasp, and stare, and catch the air, “Blaspheming God, and cursing men on earth. “Sometime, he talks as if duke Humphrey's ghost

(1) Curse, (2) For wherea.

‘Were by his side; sometime, he calls the king,
And whispers to his pillow, as to him,
* The secrets of his overcharged soul:
“And I am sent to tell his majesty,
‘That even now he cries aloud for him.
“Q, JMar. Go, tell this heavy message to the king.
[Exit Vaux.
“Ah me! what is this world? what news are these? |
“But wherefore grieve I at an hour's poor loss,
“Omitting Suffolk's exile, my soul's treasure?
“Why only, Suffolk, mourn I not for thee,
“And with the southern clouds contend in tears;
“Theirs for the earth's increase, mine for my sor-
“Now, get thee hence: The king, thou know'st, is


“If thou be found by me, thou art but dead.

“Suff. If I depart from thee, I cannot live: | “And in thy sight to die, what were it else, But like a pleasant slumber in thy lap * Here could I breathe my soul into the air, ‘As mild and gentle as the cradle-babe, Dying with mother's dug between its lips: Where,” from thy sight, I should be raging mad, “And cry out for thee to close up mine eyes, “To have thee with thy lips to stop my mouth; “So should'st thou either turn my flying soul, “Or I should breathe it so into thy body, And then it liv'd in sweet Elysium. To die by thee, were but to die in jest; From thee to die, were torture more than death; O, let me stay, befall what may befall.

“Q, JMar. Away! though parting be a fretful


“It is applied to a deathful wound.
“To France, sweet Suffolk: Let me hear from thee;
‘For wheresoe'er thou art in this world's globe,
I'll have an Iriso that shall find thee out.

Suff. I go.

Q, JMar. And take my heart with thee.

Suff. A jewel lock'd into the woful'st cask
That ever did contain a thing of worth.
Even as a splitted bark, so sunder we;
This way fall I to death.


ar. This way for me.

[Ereunt, severally.

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