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* With sorrow snares relenting passengers;
* Or as the snake, rolled in a flowering bank,1
* With shining checker'd slough,2 doth sting a child,
*That, for the beauty, thinks it excellent.
* Believe me, lords, were none more wise than I
* (And yet, herein, I judge mine own wit good,)
This Gloster should be quickly 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 condemnn'd by course of law.
*Suff. But, in my mind, that were no policy:
* The king will labour still to save his life,
*The commons haply3 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
death.-

* But, my lord cardinal, and you, my lord of Suf-
folk,-

Say as you think, and speak it 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 mad-
ness 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,

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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,

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Sleeping or waking, 'tis no matter how,

So he be dead; for that is good deceit,

"Which mates4 him first, that first intends deceit.
*Q. Mar. Thrice-noble Suffolk, 'tis resolutely

spoke.

*Suff. Not resolute, except so much 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 deed is worthy doing.
*Q. Mar. And so say I.

*York. And I: and now we three have spoke * It skills not greatly who impugns our doom.

Enter a Messenger.

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* Car. A breach, that craves a quick expedient
stop!

What counsel give 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.

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Som. If York, with all his far-fet 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 fuel be brought to feed it with:-
*No more, good York ;-sweet Somerset, be still;-
* Thy fortune, York, hadst thou been regent there,
*Might happily have prov'd far worse than his.
York. What, worse than naught? nay, then a

shame take all!

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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 per-

form'd.

But now return we to the false duke Humphrey.
'Car. No more of him; for I will deal with 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, it,* 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, cherish'd in your breasts, will sting your hearts.

Mess. Great lords, from Ireland am I come amain,

To signify that rebels there are up, And put the Englishmen unto the sword: *Send succours, 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.

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

(5) It is of no importance.
(7) Far-fetched.

(6) Expeditious

* 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 beams,
Do calm the fury of this mad-bred flaw.1
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
* Oppose himself against a troop of kernes;2
*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,3

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: By 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. Say, that he thrive (as 'tis great like he will,) Why, then from Ireland come I with my strength, 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. [Exit. SCENE II-Bury. A room in the palace. Enter certain Murderers, hastily.

1 Mur. Run to my lord of Suffolk; let him know, * We have despatch'd the duke, as he commanded. * 2 Mur. O, that it were to do!-What have we done!

Didst ever hear a man so penitent?

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1 Mur. "Tis, my good lord.

Suff. Away, be gone! [Exeunt Murderers. Enter King Henry, Queen Margaret, Cardinal Beaufort, Somerset, Lords, and others.

K. Hen. Go, call our uncle to our presence
straight:

Say, we intend to try his grace to-day,
If he be guilty, as 'tis published.

Suff. I'll call him presently, my noble lord.

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#Q. Mar. God forbid any malice should prevail That faultless may condemn a nobleman? *Pray God, he may acquit him of suspicion! *K. Hen. I thank thee, Margaret; these words content me much.

Re-enter Suffolk.

How now? why look'st thou pale? why tremblest thou?

Where is our uncle? what is the matter, Suffolk? Suff. Dead in his bed, my lord; Gloster is dead. Q. Mar. Marry, God forefend!

*Car. God's secret judgment:-I did dream to-night,

*The duke was dumb, and could not speak a word. [The King swoons.

'Q. Mar. How fares my lord?-Help, lords! the king is dead.

*Som. Rear up his body; wring him by the nose. * Q. Mar. Run, go, help, help!-O, Henry, ope thine eyes!

*Suff. He doth revive again;-Madam, be patient.

*K. Hen. O heavenly God! * Q. Mar.

How fares my gracious lord? Suff. Comfort, my sovereign! gracious Henry,

comfort!

K. Hen. What, doth my lord of Suffolk comfort me?

Came he right now to sing a raven's note,

Whose dismal tune bereft my vital powers; And thinks he, that the chirping of a wren, By crying comfort from a hollow breast, Can chase away the first-conceived sound? Lay not thy hands on me; forbear, I say; * Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words. *Their touch affrights me, as a serpent's sting. Thou baleful messenger, out of my sight! Upon thy eye-balls murderous tyranny Sits in grim majesty, to fright the world. Look not upon me, for thine eyes are wounding:Yet do not go away;-Come, basilisk, And kill the innocent gazer with thy sight: *For in the shade of death I shall find joy; In life, but double death, now Gloster's dead. Q. Mar. Why do you rate my lord of Suffolk thus? Although the duke was enemy to him,

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* Yet he, most Christian-like, laments his death: And for myself,-foe as he was to me, *Might liquid tears, or heart-offending groans, *Or blood-consuming sighs, recall his life,

* I would be blind with weeping, sick with groans, *Look pale as primrose, with blood-drinking sighs, And all to have the noble duke alive. What know I how the world may deem of me? For it is known, we were but hollow friends; So shall my name with slander's tongue be It may be judg'd, I made the duke away: wounded,

And princes' courts be fill'd with my reproach. *This get I by his death: Ah me, unhappy! To be a queen, and crown'd with infamy!

K. Hen. Ah, wo is me for Gloster, wretched man Q. Mar. Be wo for me,5 more wretched than he is. What, dost thou turn away, and hide thy face? K. Hen. Lords, take your places;-And, I||I am no loathsome leper, look on me.

pray you all,

[Exit.

'Proceed no straiter 'gainst our uncle Gloster, •Than from true evidence, of good esteem, He be approv'd in practice culpable.

(1) A violent gust of wind.

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

*What, art thou, like the adder, waxen deaf?
Be poisonous too, and kill thy forlorn queen.
Is all thy comfort shut in Gloster's tomb?
Why, then dame Margaret was ne'er thy joy:

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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,
*Nor set 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 Eolus would not be a murderer,
*But left that hateful office unto thee:

The pretty vaulting sea refus'd to drown me; * Knowing, that thou would'st have me drown'd on shore,

*Some violent hands were laid on Humphrey's life! *If my suspect be false, forgive me, God; *For judgment only doth belong to thee! Fain would I go to chafe his paly lips With twenty thousand kisses, and to drain *Upon his face an ocean of salt tears;

To tell my love unto his dumb deaf trunk, *And with my fingers feel his hand unfeeling: But all in vain are these mean obsequies; And, to survey his dead and earthly image, What were it but to make my sorrow greater? 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:

* With tears as salt as sea, through thy unkindness: *The splitting rocks cower'd in the sinking sands,For, with his soul, fled all my worldly solace; * And would not dash me with their ragged sides; * For seeing him, I see my life in death.

*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 thy 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 re

ceiv'd it;

* And so, I wish'd, thy body might my heart: *And even with this, I lost fair England's 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 not witch'd like her? or thou not false like him?

#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 traitorously is murder'd

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By 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.

'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.

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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,2

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 re-

turneth

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.

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Suff. Why, Warwick, who should do the duke to death?

Myself, and Beaufort, had him in protection;
And we, I hope, sir, are no murderers.

War. But both of you were vow'd duke Humphrey's foes;

And you, forsooth, had the good duke to keep:

K. Hen. That he is dead, good Warwick, 'tis 'Tis like, you would not feast him like a friend;

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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 la timeless end.

Even so suspicious is this tragedy.

They say, in him they fear your highness' death; 'Q. Mar. Are you a butcher, Suffolk? where's And mere instinct of love, and loyalty,

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.

[Exeunt Cardinal, Som. and others. War. What dares not Warwick, if false Suffolk dare him?

Q. Mar. He dares not calm his contumelious
spirit,

Nor cease to be an arrogant controller,
Though Suffolk dare him twenty thousand times.
War. Madam, be still; with reverence may I say;
For every word, you speak 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
Was graft 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,
I would, false murderous coward, on thy knee
Make thee beg pardon for thy passed speech,
And say it was thy mother that thou meant'st,
That thou thyself wast born in bastardy:
And, after all this fearful homage done,
Give thee thy hire, and send thy soul to hell,
Pernicious blood-sucker of sleeping men!

Suff. Thou shalt be waking, while I shed thy
blood,

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.
[Exeunt 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.
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Q. Mar. What noise is this?

Re-enter Suffolk and Warwick, with their weapons

drawn.

*

Free from a stubborn opposite intent,

As being thought 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-that no man should disturb your 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 sleep eternal:
*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 bereft of life.
Commons. [Within.] An answer from the king,
my lord of Salisbury.

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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 quaint2 an orator you are:
But all the honour Salisbury hath won,
Is-that he was the lord ambassador,
Sent from a sort3 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, my thoughts do hourly prophesy
Mischance unto my state by Suffolk's means.
And therefore,-by His majesty I swear,
Whose far unworthy deputy I am,-
He shall not breathe infection in this air4
But three days longer, on the pain of death.
[Exit Salisbury.
'Q. Mar. O Henry, let me plead for gentle
Suffolk !

'K. Hen. Ungentle queen, to call him gentle
Suffolk.

No more, 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,

'K. Hen. Why, how now, lords? your wrath-The world shall not be ransom for thy life.—

ful weapons drawn

'Here in our presence? dare you be so bold?—
'Why, what tumultuous clamour have we here?
Suff. The traitorous Warwick, with the men of
Bury,

Set all upon me, mighty sovereign.

Noise of a crowd within. Re-enter Salisbury.
*Sal. Sirs, stand apart; the king shall know

your mind. [Speaking to those within.
Dread lord, the commons send you word by me,
Unless false Suffolk straight be done to death,
Or banish'd fair England's territories,

They will by violence tear him from your palace, * And torture him with grievious ling'ring death. They say, by him the good duke Humphrey died;|

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'Come, Warwick, come, good Warwick, go with me;

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I have great matters to impart to thee.

[Exeunt K. Henry, Warwick, Lords, &c. 'Q. Mar. Mischance, and sorrow, go along with

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(4) i. e. He shall not contaminate this air with This 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 in her 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
thyself;

*And these dread curses-like the sun 'gainst glass,
*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!
me thy hand,

Give

*That I may dew 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;
[Kisses his hand.
*That thou might'st think upon these by the seal,
Through whom a thousand sighs are breath'd for

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thee!

'So, get 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, go not yet!-Even thus 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 thy heavenly 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 Vaux.

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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. Mar. 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-
rows?

Now, get thee hence: The king, thou know'st, is
coming:

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

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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,2 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. Mar. Away! though parting be a fretful
corrosive,

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 Iris3 that shall find thee out.
Suff. I go.

Q. Mar. 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.
Q. Mar.

This way for me.

[Exeunt, severally. SCENE III.-London. Cardinal Beaufort's bed-chamber. Enter King Henry, Salisbury, Warwick, and others. The Cardinal in bed, attendants with him.

*K. Hen. How fares my lord? speak, Beaufort, to thy sovereign.

'Car. If thou be'st death, I'll give thee England's
treasure,

Enough to purchase such another island,
So thou wilt let me live, and feel no pain.

* K. Hen. Ah, what a sign it is of evil life,
*When death's approach is seen so terrible!
*War. Beaufort, it is thy sovereign speaks to
thee.

*Car. Bring me unto my trial when you will. 'Died he not in his bed? where should he die? Can I make men live, whe'r they will or no?

'Q. Mar. Whither goes Vaux so fast? what *O! torture me no more, I will confess.

news, I pr'ythee?

Vaux. To signify unto his majesty,

That cardinal Beaufort is at point of death:
For suddenly a grievous sickness took him,

That makes him gasp, and stare, and catch the air,

Blaspheming God, and cursing men on earth.

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Alive again? then show me where he is; I'll give a thousand pound to look upon him.*He hath no eyes, the dust hath blinded them.——

Comb down his hair; look! look! it stands up right,

Like lime-twigs set to catch my winged soul!Sometime, he talks as if duke Humphrey's ghost Give me some drink; and bid the apothecary

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(1) Curse.

(2) For whereas

(3) The messenger of Juno.

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