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* With sorrow snares relenting passengers;

* Car. A breach, that craves a quick expedient * Or as the snake, rolled in a flowering bank,?

stop! * With shining checker'd slough,2 doth sting a child, || What counsel give you in this weighty cause? * That, for the beauty, thinks it excellent.

York. That Somerset be sent as regent thither: * Believe me, lords, were none more wise than I 'Tis meet, that lucky ruler be employ'd; * (And yet, herein, I judge mine own wit good)

• Witness the fortune he hath had in France. • This Gloster should be quickly rid the world, * Som. If York, with all his far-fet? policy, • To rid us from the fear we have of him.

* Had been the regent there instead of me, * Car. That he should die, is worthy policy; |* He never would have staid in France so long. * But yet we want a colour for his death :

York. No, not to lose it all, as thou hast done : * 'Tis meet, he be condemn'd by course of law. * I rather would have lost my life betimes,

* Suff. But, in my mind, that were no policy: * Than bring a burden of dishonour home, * The king will labour still to save his life, * By staying there so long, till all were lost. * The commons haply: rise to save his life; * Show me one scar character'd on thy skin : * And yet we have but trivial argument, * Men's flesh preserv'd so whole, do seldom win. * More than mistrust, that shows him worthy death. * Q. Mar. Nay then, this spark will prove a * York. So that, by this, you would not have

raging fire, him die.

* If wind and fuel be brought to feed it with :* Suff. Ah, York, no man alive so fain as I. * No more, good York ;-sweet Somerset, be still;* York. 'Tis York that hath more reason for his | * Thy fortune, York, hadst thou been regent there, death.

* Might happily have prov'd far worse than his. * But, my lord cardinal, and you, my lord of Suf- York. What, worse than naught? nay, then a folk,

shame take all ! * Say as you think, and speak it from your souls,- "Som. And, in the number, thee, that wishest * Were't not all one, an empty eagle were set

shame! * To guard the chicken from a hungry kite, "Car. My lord of York, try what your fortune is * As place duke Humphrey for the king's protector? ||. The uncivil kernes of Ireland are in arms, Q. Mar. So the poor chicken should be sure of And temper clay with blood of Englishmen: death.

• To Ireland will you lead a band of men, Suff. Madam, 'tis true: And were't not mad- . Collected choicely, from each county some, ness then,

| And try your hap against the Irishmen? • To make the fox surveyor of the fold?

* York. I will, my lord, so please his majesty. • Who being accus'd a crafty murderer,

* Suff. Why, our authority is his consent; • His guilt should be but idly posted over,

And, what we do establish, he confirms : • Because his purpose is not executed.

Then, noble York, take thou this task in hand. • No; let him die, in that he is a fox,

York. I am content: Provide me soldiers, lords, • By nature prov'd an enemy to the flock, • Whiles I take order for mine own affairs. * Before his chaps be stain'd with crimson blood; Suff. A charge, lord York, that I will see per• As Humphrey, prov'd by reasons, to my liege.

form'd. • And do not stand on quillets, how to slay him: * But now return we to the false duke Humphrey. • Be it by gins, by snares, by subtilty,

Car. No more of him; for I will deal with him, • Sleeping or waking, 'tis no matter how, |* That, henceforth, he shall trouble us no more. • So he be dead; for that is good deceit, * And so break off; the day is almost spent: • Which matest him first, that first intends deceit. Lord Suffolk, you and I must talk of that event. *Q. Mar. Thrice-noble Suffolk, 'tis resolutely • York. My lord of Suffolk, within fourteen days, spoke.

* At Bristol I expect my soldiers ; * Suff: Not resolute, except so much were done ; l' For there I'll ship them all for Ireland. * For things are often spoke, and seldom meant : Suff. I'll see it truly done, my lord of York. * But, that my heart accordeth with my tongue,

(Exeunt all but York. * Seeing the deed is meritorious,

York. Now, York, or never, steel thy fearful * And to preserve my sovereign from his foe,

thoughts, * Say but the word, and I will be his priest. * And change misdoubt to resolution : * Car. But I would have him dead, my lord of * Be that thou hop'st to be; or what thou art Suffolk,

* Resign to death, it is not worth the enjoying : * Ere you can take due orders for a priest : * Let pale-fac'd fear keep with the mean-born man, * Say, you consent, and censure well the deed, * And find no harbour in a royal heart. * And I'll provide his executioner,

* Faster than spring-time showers, comes thought * I tender so the safety of my liege.

on thought; * Suff. Here is my hand, the deed is worthy doing. ||* And not a thought, but thinks on dignity. * Q. Mar. And so say I.

* My brain, more busy than the labouring spider, * York. And I: and now we three have spoke it, * Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies. * It skills not greatlys who impugns our doom. * Well, nobles, well, 'tis politicly done,

* To send me packing with a host of men : Enter a Messenger.

* I fear me, you but warm the starved snake, • Mess. Great lords, from Ireland am I come * Who, cherish'd in your breasts, will sting your amain,

hearts. • To signify-that rebels there are up,

l'Twas men I lack'd, and you will give them me: • And put the Englishmen unto the sword: • I take it kindly; yet, be well assur'd * Send succours, lords, and stop the rage betime, You put sharp weapons in a madman's hands. * Before the wound do grow incurable;

Whiles I in Ireland nourish a mighty band, * For, being green, there is great hope of help. * I will stir up in England some black storm,

(1) i. e. In the powers growing on a bank. (5) It is of no importance. (6) Expeditious (2) Skin. (3) Perhaps. (4) Confounds. (7) Far-fetched.

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Shall blow ten thousand souls to heaven, or hell: * Q. Mar. God forbid any malice should prevail * And this fell tempest shall not cease to rage * That faultless may condemn a nobleman? * Until the golden circuit on my head,

* Pray God, he may acquit him of suspicion ! * Like to the glorious sun's transparent beams, * K. Hen. I thank thee, Margaret; these words * Do calm the fury of this mad-bred flaw.!

content me much.* And, for a minister of my intent,

Re-enter Suffolk. • I have seduc'd a headstrong Kentishman, • John Cade of Ashford,

How now? why look'st thou pale? why tremblest • To make commotion, as full well he can,

thou? • Under the title of John Mortimer.

Where is our uncle? what is the matter, Suffolk ? In Ireland have I seen this stubborn Cade

Suff. Dead in his bed, my lord; Gloster is dead. Oppose himself against a troop of kernes ;? * Q. Mar. Marry, God forefend ! * And fought so long, till that his thighs with darts * Čar. God's secret judgment :- I did dream * Were almost like a sharp-quill'd porcupine:

to-night, * And, in the end being rescu'd, I have seen him * The duke was dumb, and could not speak a word. Caper upright like a wild Mórisco,3

[The King swoons. Shaking the bloody darts, as he his bells. "Q. Mar. How fares my lord?-Help, lords! the Full often, like a shag-hair'd crafty kerne,

king is dead. * Hath he conversed with the enemy;

* Som. Rear up his body; wring him by the nose. And undiscover'd come to me again,

* Q. Mar. Run, go, help, help!-0, Henry, ope And given me notice of their villanies.

thine eyes! This devil here shall be my substitute ;

* Suff. He doth revive again ;-Madam, be * For that John Mortimer, which now is dead,

patient. In face, in gait, in speech, he doth resemble: * K. Hen. O heavenly God!

By this I shall perceive the commons' mind, * Q. Mar. How fares my gracious lord ? • How they affect the house and claim of York. Suff. Comfort, my sovereign! gracious Henry, "Say, he be taken, rack'd, and tortur'd:

comfort! I know, no pain, they can inflict upon him, K. Hen. What, doth my lord of Suffolk comfort Will make him say-I mov'd him to those arms.

me? Say, that he thrive (as 'tis great like he will,) Came he right now to sing a raven's note,

Why, then from Ireland come I with my strength, || * Whose dismal tune bereit my vital powers; * And reap the harvest which that rascal sow'd: And thinks he, that the chirping of a wren, . For, Humphrey being dead, as he shall be, • By crying comfort from a hollow breast, • And Henry put apart, the next for me. (Exit. ll. Can chase away the first-conceived sound? SCENE II.—Bury. A room in the palace. En- ||* Lay not thy hands on me; forbear, I say

* Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words. ter certain Murderers, hastily. * Their touch affrights me, as a serpent's sting. 1 Mur. Run to my lord of Suffolk; let him know, Thou baleful messenger, out of my sight! * We have despatch'd the duke, as he commanded! | Upon thy eye-balls murderous tyranny, * 2 Mur. O, that it were to do !-What have. Sits in grim majesty, to fright the world. we done!

* Look not upon me, for thine eyes are wounding :• Didst ever hear a man so penitent?

• 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 ; 1 Mur. Here comes my lord.

* In life, but double death, now Gloster's dead. Suff

Now, sirs, have you Q. Mar. Why do you rate my lord of Suffolk thus? • Despatch'd this thing?

* Although the duke was enemy to him, 1 Mur. Ay, my good he's dead. * Yet he, most Christian-like, laments his death : "Suff. Why, that's well said. Go, get you to l* And for myself,-foe as he was to me, my house;

* Might liquid tears, or heart-offending groans, • I will reward you for this venturous deed. * Or blood-consuming sighs, recall his life, • The king and all the peers are here at hand * I would be blind with weeping, sick with groans, • Have you laid fair the bed ? are all things well, Look pale as primrose, with blood-drinking sighs, • According as I gave directions ?

* And all to have the noble duke alive. 1 Mur. 'Tis, my good lord.

What know I how the world may deem of me? Suff. Away, be gone! [Exeunt Murderers. For it is known, we were but hollow friends ; Enter King Henry, Queen Margaret, Cardinal * So shall my name with slander's tongue bo

It may be judg'd, I made the duke away: Beaufort, Somerset, Lords, and others.

wounded, *K. Hen. Go, call our uncle to our presence ||* And princes' courts be fill'd with my reproach. straight :

* This get I by his death : Ah me, unhappy! Say, we intend to try his grace to-day,

To be a queen, and crown'd with infamy! If he be guilty, as 'tis published.

K. Hen. Ah, wo is me for Gloster, wretched man Suff. i'll call him presently, my noble lord. Q. Mar. Bewo forme, more wretched than he is.

(Exit. What, dost thou turn away, and hide thy face? K. Hen. Lords, take your places ;-And, 1 | I am no loathsome leper, look on me. pray you all,

* What, art thou, like the adder, waxen deaf? • Proceed no straiter 'gainst our uncle Gloster, * Be poisonous too, and kill thy forlorn queen. • Than frorn true evidence, of good esteem, * Is all thy comfort shut in Gloster's tomb? He be approv'd in practice culpable.

Why, then dame Margaret was ne'er thy joy:

Enter Suffolk.

(1) A violent gust of wind.
(2) Irish foot-soldiers, light-armed.
(3) A Moor in a morris dance.

(4) Just now.

(5) i. e. Let not wo be to thee for Gloster, but fr me.

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* Erect his statue then, and worship it,

Some violent hands were laid on Humphrey's life! * And make my image but an alehouse sign. * If my suspect be false, forgive me, God; Was I, for this, nigh wreck'd upon the sea; * For judgment only doth belong to thee! • And twice by awkward wind from England's bank * Fain would I go to chafe his paly lips • Drove back again unto my native clime? * With twenty thousand kisses, and to drain What boded this, but well-forewarning wind * Upon his face an ocean of salt tears; Did seem to say,-Seek not a scorpion's nest, * To tell my love unto his dumb deaf trunk, * Nor set no footing on this unkind "shore? * And with my fingers feel his hand unfeeling : * What did I then, but curs'd the gentle gusts, * But all in vain are these mean obsequies; * And he that loos'd them from their brazen caves ; * And, to survey his dead and earthly image, * And bid them blow towards England's blessed * What were it but to make my sorrow greater?

shore, * Or turn our stern upon a dreadful rock?

The folding-doors of an inner chamber are thrown * Yet Æolus would not be a murderer,

open, and Gloster is discovered dead in his bed: * But left that hateful office unto thee:

Warwick and others standing by it. * The pretty vaulting sea refus'd to drown me; * War. Come hither, gracious sovereign, view * Knowing, that thou would'st have me drown'd on

this body shore,

* K. Hen. That is to see how deep my grave * With tears as salt as sea, through thy unkindness:

made : * 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. 1 * Because thy flinty heart, more hard than they, War. As surely as my soul intends to live Might in thy palace perish Margaret.

• With that dread King that took our state upon him * As far as I could ken thy chalky cliffs,

• To free us from his Father's wrathful curse, * When from the shore the tempest beat us back, • I do believe that violent bands were laid * I stood upon the hatches in the storm:

Upon the life of this thrice-famed duke. And when the dusky sky began to rob

Suft: A dreadful oath, sworn with a solemn * My earnest-gaping sight of thy land's view,

tongue! * I took a costly jewel from my neck,-,

What instance gives lord Warwick for his vow? A heart it was, bound in with diamonds, War. See, how the blood is settled in his face! And threw it towards thy land;-the sea re- Oft have I seen a timely-parted ghost,?. ceiv'd it ;

Of ashy semblance, meagre, pale, and bloodless, And so, I wish'd, thy body might my heart : Being all descended to the labouring heart; * And even with this, I lost fair England's view, Who, in the conflict that it holds with death, * And bid mine eyes be packing with my heart; * Attracts the same for aidance 'gainst the enemy; * And call'd them blind and dusky spectacles, • Which with the heart there cools and ne'er re* For losing ken of Albion's wished coast.

turneth * How often have I tempted Suffolk's tongue • To blush and beautify the cheek again. * (The agent of thy foul inconstancy.)

But, see, his face is black, and full of blood; * To sit and watch me, as Ascanius did,

* His eye-balls further out than when he liv'd, * When he to madding Dido would unfold Staring full ghastly, like a strangled man: * His father's acts, commenc'd in burning Troy? · His hair upreard, his nostrils stretch'd with * Am I not witch'd like her? or thou not false like

struggling; him?

• His hands abroad display'd, as one that grasp'd Ah me, I can no more! Die, Margaret! And tugg'd for life, and was by strength subdu'd. * For Henry weeps, that thou dost live so long. • Look on the sheets, his hair, you see, is sticking; Noise within. Enter Warwick and Salisbury.

* His well-proportioned beard made rough and

rugged, The Commons press to the door. * Like to the summer's corn by tempest lodg'd. War. It is reported, mighty sovereign, • It cannot be, but he was murder'd here; • That good duke Humphrey traitorously is mur- • The least of all these signs were probable. der'd

Suff. Why, Warwick, who should do the duke • By Suffolk and the cardinal Beaufort's means.

to death? • The commons, like an angry hive of bees, “Myself, and Beaufort, had him in protection ; • That want their leader, scatter up and down, And we, I hope, sir, are no murderers. · And care not who they sting in his revenge. War. But both of you were vow'd duke Hum• Myself have calm'd their spleenful mutiny,

phrey's foes; . Until they hear the order of his death. * 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;

* And 'tis well seen, he found an enemy. But how he died, God knows, not Henry :

"Q. Mar. Then you, belike, suspect these noble. • Enter his chamber, view his breathless corpse, • And comment then upon his sudden death. * As guilty of duke Humphrey's timeless death. War. That I shall do, my liege :-Stay, Sal- War. Who finds the heifer dead, and bleeding isbury,

fresh, With the rude multitude, till I return.

And sees fast by a butcher with an axe, (Warwick goes into an inner room, and But will suspect

, 'twas he that made the slaughter? Salisbury retires.

Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest, * K. Hen. O thou that judgest all things, stay But may imagine how the bird was dead, my thoughts:

Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak? * My thoughts, that labour to persuade my soul,

(2) A body becomes inanimate in the common (1) i.e. I see my life destroyed or endangered by || course of nature, to which violence has not brought his death.

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Even so suspicious is this tragedy.

1. 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?

• Free from a stubborn opposite intent, Is Beaufort term'd a kite? where are his talons ? • As being thought to contradict your liking,

Suff. I wear no knife, to slaughter sleeping men; • Makes them thus forward in his banishment. But here's a vengeful sword, rusted with ease, * They say, in care of your most royal person, That shall be scoured in his rancorous heart, That, if your highness should intend to sleep, That slanders me with murder's crimson badge :- * And charge-that no man should disturb your rest, Say, if thou dar'st, proud lord of Warwickshire, * In pain of your dislike, or pain of death; That I am faulty in duke Humphrey's death. * Yet notwithstanding such a strait edíct,

(Exeunt Cardinal, Som, and others. * Were there a serpent seen, with forked tongue, War. What dares not Warwick, if false Suffolk * That slily glided towards your majesty, dare him?

* It were but necessary, you were wak’d; Q. Mar. He dares not calm his contumelious * Lest, being suffer'd in that harmful slumber, spirit,

* The mortal worm! might make the sleep eternal: Nor cease to be an arrogant controller,

* And therefore do they cry, though you forbid, Though Suffolk dare him twenty thousand times. That they will guard you, whe'r you will, or no,

War. Madam, be still; with reverence may I say; * From such fell serpents as false Suffolk is; For every word, you speak in his behalf,

* With whose envenom'd and fatal sting, Is slander to your royal dignity.

* Your loving uncle, twenty times his worth, SuffBlunt-witted lord, ignoble in demeanour! | * They say, is shamefully bereft of life. If ever lady wrong'd her lord so much,

Commons. (Within.) An answer from the king, Thy mother took into her blameful bed

my lord of Salisbury. Some stern untutor'd churl, and noble stock Suff. 'Tis like the commons, rude unpolish'd Was graft with crab-tree slip; whose fruit thou art, hinds, And never of the Nevils' noble race.

Could send such message to their sovereign : War. But that the guilt of murder bucklers thee, But you, my lord, were glad to be employ'd, And I should rob the deathsman of his fee, To show how quainta an orator you are : Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames, But all the honour Salisbury hath won, And that my sovereign's presence makes me mild, 1s—that he was the lord ambassador, I would, false murderous coward, on thy knee Sent from a sort of tinkers, to the king. Make thee beg pardon for thy passed speech, Commons. (Within.) An answer from the king, And say—it was thy mother that thou meant'st,

or we'll all break in. That thou thyself wast born in bastardy :

*K. Hen. Go, Salisbury, and tell them all from me, And, after all this fearful homage done,

I thank them for their tender loving care: Give thee thy hire, and send thy soul to hell, And had I not been 'cited so by them, Pernicious blood-sucker of sleeping men!

Yet did I purpose as they do entreat; Suff. Thou shalt be waking, while I shed thy. For sure, my thoughts do hourly prophesy blood,

* Mischance unto my state by Suffolk's means. If from this presence thou dar'st go with me. * And therefore,-by His majesty I swear,

War. Away even now, or I will drag thee hence: Whose far unworthy deputy I am,* Unworthy though thou art, I'll cope with thee, • He shall not breathe infection in this airt * And do some service to duke Humphrey's ghost

. But three days longer, on the pain of death. [Ereunt Suffolk and Warwick.

(Erit Salisbury, * K. Hen. What stronger breast-plate than a • Q. Mar. O Henry, let me plead for gentle heart untainted?

Suffolk! * Thrice is he armn'd, that hath bis quarrel just; K. Hen. Ungentle queen, to call him gentle * And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel,

Suffolk. * Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. * No more, I say; if thou dost plead for him,

[. A noise within.|| Thou wilt but add increase unto my wrath. Q. Mar. What noise is this?

* Had I but said, I would have kept my word ;

But, when I swear, it is irrevocable:Re-enter Suffolk and Warwick, with their weapons || * If, 'after three days' space, thou here best found drawn.

* 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

"Come, Warwick, come, good Warwick, go with me; Here in our presence? dare you be so bold?- * I have great matters to impart to thee. • Why, what tumultuous clamour have we here? (Exeunt K. Henry, Warwick, Lords, &c. Suff. The traitorous Warwick, with the men of 'Q. Mar. Mischance, and sorrow, go along with Bury,

you! Set all upon me, mighty sovereign.

Heart's discontent, and sour affliction, Noise of a crowd within. Re-enter Salisbury.

Be playfellows to keep you company!

* There's two of you ; the devil make a third ! * Sal. Sirs, stand apart; the king shall know ||. And threefold vengeance tend upon your steps .

your mind. (Speaking to those within. * Suff: Cease, gentle queen, these execrations, Dread lord, the commons send you word by me, * And let thy Suffolk take bis heavy leave. Unless false Suffolk straight be done to death, Q. Mar. Fie, coward woman, and soft-hearted Or banish'd fair England's territories,

wretch! • They will by violence tear him from your palace,|- Hast thou not spirit to curse thine enemies? * And torture him with grievious ling'ring death. Suff. A plague upon them! wherefore should I They say, by him the good duke Humphrey died; curse them? (1) Deadly serpent.

(4) i. e. He shall not contaminate this air with (2) Dexterous. (3) A company.

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Would curses kill, as doth the mandrake's groan, Were by his side; sometime, he calls the king, I would invent as bitter-searching terms, And whispers to his pillow, as to him,

As curst, as harsh, and horrible to hear, * The secrets of his overcharged soul : Deliver'd strongly through my fixed teeth, • And I am sent to tell his majesty, • With full as many signs of deadly hate,

That even now he cries aloud for him. As lean-fac'd Envy in her loathsome cave :

.Q. Mar. Go, tell this heavy message to the king. My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words :

[Exit Vaux. Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint; * Ah me! what is this world? what news are these? My hair be fix'd on end, as one distract; • But wherefore grieve I at an hour's poor loss, Ay, every joint should seem to curse and ban : Omitting Suffolk's exile, my soul's treasure? And even now my burden'd heart would break, Why only, Suffolk, mourn I not for thee, Should I not curse them. Poison be their drink! * And with the southern clouds contend in tears; Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest that they taste! ||* Theirs for the earth's increase, mine for my sorTheir sweetest shade, a grove of cypress trees!

rows? Their chiefest prospect, murdering basilisks ! • Now, get thee hrnce: The king, thou know'st, is Their softest touch, as smart as lizards' stings !

coming : Their music, frightful as the serpent's hiss ; • If thou be found by me, thou art but dead. And boding screech-owls make the concert full! Suff. If I depart from thee, I cannot live : All the foul terrors in dark-seated hell

* And in thy sight to die, what were it else, Q. Mar. Enough, sweet Suffolk; thou torment'st But like a pleasant slumber in thy lap? thvself;

Here could I breathe my soul into the air, * And these dread curses-like the sun 'gainst glass,·

As mild and gentle as the cradle-babe, * Or like an overcharged gun,-recoil,

Dying with mother's dug between its lips : * And turn the force of them upon thyself. Where,2 from thy sight, I should be raging mad, Suff. You bade me ban,' and will you bid me. And cry out for thee to close up mine eyes, leave?

• To have thee with thy lips to stop my mouth; Now, by the ground that I am banish'd from, So should'st thou either tuin my flying soul, Well could I curse away a winter's night, Or I should breathe it so into thy body, Though standing naked on a mountain top, And then it liv'd in sweet Elysium. Where biting cold would never let grass grow, To die by thee, were but to die in jest ; And think it but a minute spent in sport.

From thee to die, were torture more than death; * Q. Mar. O, let me entreat thee, cease! Give, let me stay, befall what may befall. me thy hand,

Q. Mar. Away! though parting be a fretful * That I may dew it with my mournful tears ;

corrosive, * Nor let the rain of heaven wet this place, It is applied to a deathful wound. * To wash away my woful monuments.

• To France, sweet Suffolk : Let me hear from thee; O, could this kiss be printed in thy hand; • For wheresoe'er thou art in this world's globe,

Kisses his hand. I'll have an Iris; that shall find thee out. * That thou might'st think upon these by the seal, Suff. I go. • Through whom a thousand sighs are breath'd for P. Mar. And take my heart with thee. thee!

Suff. A jewel lock'd into the woful'st cask • So, get thee gone, that I may know my grief; That ever did contain a thing of worth. ""Tis but surmis'd whilst thou art standing by, Even as a splitted bark, so sunder we; * As one that surfeits thinking on a want. This way fall I to death. • I will repeal thee, or, be well assurd,

2. Mar.

This way for me. • Adventure to be banished myself :

(Exeunt, severally. * And banished I am, if but from thee. * Go, speak not to me; even now be gone.

SCENE III.-London. Cardinal Beanfort's *0, go not yet !-Even thus two friends condemn'd bed-chamber. Enter King Henry, Salisbury, * Embrace, and kiss, and take ten thousand leaves, Warwick, and others. The Cardigal in bed,

attendants with him. * Loather a hundred times to part than die. * Yet now farewell; and farewell life with thee! * K. Hen. How fares my lord? speak, Beaufort, Suff. Thus is poor Suffolk ten times banished,

to thy sovereign. Once by the king, and three times thrice by thee. • Car. If thou best death, I'll give thee England's "Tis not the land I care for, wert thou hence;

treasure, * A wilderness is populous enough,

Enough to purchase such another island, So Suffolk had thy heavenly company;

So thou wilt let me live, and feel no pain. * For where thou art, there is the world itself, * K. Hen. Ah, what a sign it is of evil life, * With every several pleasure in the world ; * When death's approach is seen so terrible! * And where thou art not, desolation.

* War. Beaufort, it is thy sovereign speaks to * I can no more :-Live thou to joy thy life;

thee. * Myself no joy in nought, but that thou liv'st. * Car. Bring me unto my trial when you will.

· Died he not in his bed? where should he die? Enter Vaux.

Can I make men live, whe'r they will or no?Q. Mar. Whither goes Vaux so fast? what * 0! torture me no more, I will confess. news, I prythee?

* Alive again? then show me where he is; • Vaur. To signify unto his majesty,

• I'll give a thousand pound to look upon him.That cardinal Beaufort is at point of death : * He hath no eyes, the dust hath blinded them.• For suddenly a grievous sickness took him, • Comb down his hair; look! look! it stands up • That makes him gasp, and stare, and catch the air,

right, • Blaspheming God, and cursing men on earth. · 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 (1) Curse. (2) For whereas

(3) The messenger of Juno.


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