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Who, cherish'd in your breasts, will sting your K. Hen. Lords, take your places :- Aud I pray

hearts. 'Twas men I lack'd, and you will give them me: Proceed no straiter 'gainst our uncle Gloster, I take it kindly; yet, be well assur'd,

Than from true evidence, of good esteem, You put sharp weapons in a madman's hands. He be approv'd in practice culpable. Whiles I in Ireland nourish a mighty band,. Q. Mar. God forbid any malice should prevail, I will stir up in England some black storm, That faultless may condemn a nobleman! Shall blow ten thousand souls to heaven or hell: Pray God, he may acquit him of suspicion ! And this fell tempest shall not cease to rage

K. Hen. I thank thee, Margaret; these words Until the golden circuit on my head,

content me muchLike to the glorious sun's transparent beams,

Re-enter Suffolk. Do calm the fury of this mad-bred flaw.

How now; why look’st thou pale? why tremAnd, for a minister of my intent,

blest thou ? I have seduc'd a headstrong Kentishman,

Where is our uncle? what is the matter, Suffolk? John Cade of Ashford,

Suff. Dead in his bed, my lord; Gloster is dead. To make commotion, as full well he can,

Q. Mar. Marry, God forefend ! (to-night, Under the title of John Mortimer.

Car. God's secret judgment :- I did dream In Ireland have I seen this stubborn Cade

The duke was dumb, and could not speak a word. Oppose himself against a troop of Kernes;

[the king swoons. And fought so long, till that his thighs with darts Q. Mar. How fares my lord ?-Help, lords ! Were almost like a sharp-quillid porcupine :

the king is dead. And, in the end being rescu'd, I have seen him Som. Rear up his body; wring him by the nose. Caper upright like a wild Mórisco,

Q. Mar. Run, go, help, help!-0, Henry, Shaking the bloody darts, as he his bells.

ope thine eyes!

[patient. Full often, like a shag-hair'd crafty Kerne, Suf. He doth revive again ;-Madam, be Hath he conversed with the enemy;

K. Hen. O heavenly God! And undiscover'd come to me again,

Q. Mar. How fares my gracious lord ? And given me notice of their villainies.

Suff. Comfort, my sovereign! gracious Henry, This devil here shall be my substitute;


[me? For that John Mortimer, which now is dead, K. Hen. What, doth my lord of Suffolk comfort In face, in gait, in speech, he doth resemble : Came he right now to sing a raven's note, By this I shall perceive the commons' mind,

Whose dismal tune bereft my vital powers ; How they affect the house and claim of York, And thinks he, that the chirping of a wren, Say, he be taken, rack'd, and tortured;

By crying comfort from a hollow breast, I know, no pain, they can inflict upon him, Can chase away the first-conceived sound! Will make him say—I mov'd him to those arms. Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words. Say, that he thrive, (as 'tis great like he will,) Lay not thy hands on me; forbear, I say; Why, then from Ireland come I with my strength, Their touch affrights me, as a serpent's sting. And reap the harvest which that rascal sow'd : Thou baleful Messenger, out of my sight! For, Humphrey being dead, as he shall be, > Upon thy eyeballs murd'rous tyranny And Henry put apart, the next for me. [exit. Sits, in grim majesty, to fright the world. BURY

Look not upon me, for thine eyes are wounding:Enter certain Murderers, hastily.

Yet do not go away.—Come, basilisk, Mur. Run to my lord of Suffolk; let him And kill the innocent gazer with thy sight: know,

For in the shade of death I shall find joy ; We have despatch'd the duke, as he commanded. | In life, but double death, now Gloster's dead.

2 Mur. O, that it were to do!- What have Q. Mar. Why do you rate my lord of Suffolk Didst ever hear a man so peniteut? (we done? Although the duke was enemy to him, (thus? Enter Suffolk.

Yet he, most Christian-like, laments bis death : 1 Mur. Here comes my lord.

And for myself,—foe as he was to me, Suff. Now, sirs, have you

Might liquid tears, or heart-offending groans, Despatch'd this thing?..

Or blood-consuming sighs, recall his life, 1 Mur. Ay, my good lord, he's dead. [house; I would be blind with weeping, sick with groans

Suf. Why, that's well said. Go, get you to my Look pale as primrose, with blood-drinking sighs, I will reward you for this venturous deed.

And all to have the noble duke alive. The king and all the peers are here at hand :- What know I how the world may deem of me? Have you laid fair the bed ? are all things, well, For it is known, we were but hollow friends; According as I gave directions ?

It may be judg'd, I made the duke away: 1 Mur. 'Tis, my good lord.

So shall my name with slander's tongue be Suff. Away, be gone ! [exeunt Murderers.

wounded, Enter_King Henry, Queen Margaret, Curdinal | 'And princes' courts be fill'd with my reproach.

Beaufort, Somerset, Lords, and others. This get I by his death: Ah me, unhappy! K. Hen. Go, call our uncle to our presence To be a queen, and crown'd with infamy! Say, wo intend to try his grace to-day, (straight : K. Hen. Ah, woe is me for Gloster, wretched If he be guilty, as 'tis publisbed.


Lue is. Suff. I'll call him presently, my noble lord. [exit. Q. Mar. Be woe for me, more wretched theu



What, dost thou tum away, and hide thy face ? War. That I shall do, my llege :-Stay, I am no loathsome leper, look on me.

Salisbury, Wbat, art thou, like the adder, waxen deaf? With the rude multitude, till I return. (retires. Be poisonous too, and kill thy forlorn queen. [War. goes into an inncr room, and Salisbury Is all thy concfort shut in Gloster's tomb?

K. Hen. O thou, that judgest all things, stay Why, then dame Margaret was ne'er tby joy:

my thoughts; Erect his statue then, and worship it,

My thoughts that labour to persuade my soul, And make my image but an alehouse sign. Some violent hands were laid on Humphrey's life) Was I, for this, nigh wreck'd upon the sea; If my suspect be false, forgive me, God; And twice by awkward wind from England's For judgment only doth belong to thee! Drove back again unto my native clime? (bank Fain would I go to chafe bis paly lips What boded this, but well-forewarping wind With twenty thousand kisses, and to drain Did seem to say,—Seek not a scorpion's nest, Upon his face an ocean of salt tears ; Nor set no footing on this unkind shore?

To tell my love unto his dumb deaf trunk, What did I then, but curs'd the gentle gusts, And with my fingers feel his hand unfeeling : Apd be that loos'd them from their brazen caves; But all in vain are these mean obsequies ; And bid them blow towards England's blessed And, to survey his dead and earthly image, Or turn our stern upon a dreadful rock ? (shores, What were it but to make my sorrow greater ? Yet Æolus would not be a murderer,

The folding doors of an inner chamber are thrown But left that hateful office unto thee:

open, and Gloster is discovered dead in his Tbe pretty vaulting sea refus'd to drown me; bed: Warwick and others standing by it. Knowing, that thou would'st have mu drown'd War. Come hither, gracious sovereign, view ou shore, (ness : this body

(made; With tears as salt as sea, through thy unkind- K. Hen. That is to see how deep my grave is The splitting rocks cow'rd in the sinking sands, For, with his soul, fled all my worldly solace; And would not dash me with their ragged sides : For seeing bim, I see my life in death. Because thy finty 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 vur state upon As far as I could ken the chalky cliffs,

To free us from bis Father's wrathful curse, (him, When from the shore the tempest beat us back,

I do believe that violent hands were laid I stood upon the hatches in the storin :

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

Suff. A dreadful oath, sworn with a solemn My earnest-gaping sight of thy land's view, What instance gives lord Warwick for his vow? I took a costly jewel from my neck,

War. See, how the blood is settled in his face ! A heart it was, bound in with diamonds,

Oft have I seen a timely-parted ghost, And threw it towards thy land ;--the sea re- Of ashy semblance, mưager, pale, and bloodless, ceiv'd it;

Being all descended to the labouring heart; And so, I wish'd, thy body might my heart: Who, in the conflict that it holds with death, And even with this, I lost tair England's view, Attracts the same for aidance 'gainst the enemy; And bid mine eyes be packing with my heart;

Which with the beart there cools, and ne'er reAnd call’d them blind and dusky spectacles, To blush and beautify the cheek again. (turneth For loosing ken of Albion's wished coast.

But, see, bis face is black, and full of blood; How often have I tempted Suffolk's tongue His eyeballs fiurther out than when he liv'd, (The agent of thy fvul inconstancy),

Staring full ghastly, like a strangled man: (gling; To sit and witch me, as Ascanius did,

His hair upreard, his nostrils stretch'd with strugWhen he to madding Dido would unfold His bands abroad display'd, as one that grasp'd His father's acts, commenc'd in burning Troy? And tugg'd for life, and was by strength subdu'd. Am I not witch'd like her? or thou not false Look on the sheets, his hair, you sce, is sticking; like him?

His well-proportion'd beard 'made rough and rugAh me, I can no more! Die, Margaret!

Like to the summer's corn by tempest lodg'd. [ged, For Henry weeps, that thou dost live so long. It cannot be, but he was murder'd here; Noise within. Enter Warwick and Salisbury. The least of all these signs were probable. (death? The Commons press to the door.

Suff. Wby, Warwick, who should do the duke to War. It is reported, mighty sovereign, (der'd Myself, and Beaufort, bad bim in protection ; That good duke Humphrey traitorously is mur- And we, I hope, sir, are no murderers. By Suffolk and the cardinal Brautört's means. War. But both of you were vow'd duke HumThe commons, like an angry hive of bres,

phrey's foes ; That want their leader, scatter up and down, And you, forsooth, had the good duke to keep: And care not who they sting in his revenge. 'Tis like, you would not feast bim like a friend; Myself have calın'd their splventul mutiny, And 'tis well scen, he found an enemy. (men Until they hear the order of bis death.

Q. Mar. Then you, beljke, suspect these nobleK. Hon. That he is dead, good War sick, 'tis too As guilty of duke Humphrey's timeless death. true;

War. Who finds the heiter dead, and bleeding Rut how he died, God knows, not Henry: And sees fast by a butcher with an axe, (frcello Evier his chamber, view his leathless corpse, But will suspect, 'twas he that made the slaughur i Add comment then upon his sudden death. Who finds the partridge on the puttock's nust,

But may imagine how tho bird was dead, They will by violence tear him from your palace, Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak? And torture him with grievous ling'ring death. Even so suspicious is this tragedy. (your knife? They say, by bim the good duke Humphrey died;

Q. Mar. Are you the butcher, Suffolk? where's They say, in bim they fear your highness' death: Is Beaufort term’d a kite? where are his talons? | And mere instinct of love, and loyalty,

Suff. I wear vo kvife to slaughtersleeping men; Free from a stubborn opposite intent, But here's a vengeful sword, rusted with ease, As being thought to contradict your liking, That shall be scoured in his rancorous heart, Makes them thus forward in bis banishment. That slanders me with murder's crimson badge:- They say, in care of your most royal person, Say, if thou dar’st, proud lord of Warwickshire, That, if your highness should inten i to sleep, That I am faulty in duke Humphrey's death. And charge—that nu man should disturb your rest,

[ereunt Cardinal, Somerset, and others. Io pain of your dislike, or pain of death ; War. What dares not Warwick, if false. Suf. Yet, notwithstanding such a straight edict, folk dare bim ?

Were there a serpent seen, with forked tongue, Q. Mar. He dares not calm bis contumelious That slily glided towards your majesty, Nor cease to be an arrogant controller, (spirit, It were but necessary, you were wak'd ; Though Suffolk dare him twenty thousand times. Lest, being suffer'd in that harmful slumber,

War. Madam, be still; with reverence may I Tbe mortal worm might make the sleep eternal: For every word, you speak in bis behalf, [say; And therefore do they cry, though you forbid, Is slander to your royal dignity.

That they will guard you, whe'r you will, or no, Suff. Blunt-witted lord, ignoble in demeanour! From such fell serpents as false Suffolk is ; If ever lady wrong'd her lord so much,

With whose envenomed and fatal sting, Thy mother took into her blameful bed

Your loving uncle, twenty times bis worth, Some sterd untutor'd churl, and noble stock They say, is shamefully bereft of life. Was graft with crab-tree slip; whose fruit thou Commons. [within.] An answer from the king, And never of the Nevils' poble race. [art, my lord of Salisbury.

(hinds War. But that the guilt of murder bucklers Suff. 'Tis like, the commons, rude unpolish'd thee,

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

or we'll all break in.

[me, And, after all this fearful homage done,

K. Hen. Go, Salisbury, and tell them all from Give thee thy hire, and send thy soul to hell, I thank them for their tender loving care : Pernicious bloodsucker of sleeping men ! [blood, and had I not been 'cited so by them,

Suff. Thou shalt be waking, while I shed thy Yet did I purpose as they so entreat ;
If from this presence thou dar'st go with me. For sure, my thoughts do bourly prophesy
War. Away even now, or I will drag thee Mischauce unto my state by Suffolk's means.
bence :

And therefore,mby His majesty I swear,
Unworthy though thou art, I'll cope with thee, Whose far unworthy deputy I am,-
And do some service to duke Humphrey's ghost. He shall not breathe infection in this air

[exeunt Suffolk and Warwick. But three days longer, on the pain of death. K. Hen. What stronger breastplate than a heart

(erit Salisbury. untainted ?

Q. Mar. O, Henry, let me plead for gentle Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just;


[Suffolk. And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, K. Hen. Ungentle queen, to call him gentle 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; Re-enter Suffolk and Warwick, with their wea- But, when I swear, it is irrevocable;

If, after three days' space, thou bere be'st found K. Hen. Why, how now, lords ? your wrath-On any ground that I am ruler of, ful weapons drawn

The world shall not be ransom for thy life.Here in our presence? dare you be so bold ? Come, Warwick, come, good Warwick, go with Why, what tumultuous clamour have we here? I have great matters to impart to thee. [me:

Suff. The traitorous Warwick, with the men (ereunt King Henry, Warwick, Lords, gc. Set all upon me, mighty sovereign. (of Bury, Q. Mur. Mischance, and sorrow, go along with Noise of a crowd within. Re-enter Salisbury. Heart's discontent, and sour affliction, [you, Sal Sirs, stand apart; the king shall know your Be playfellows to keep you company! mind.

(speaking to those within. There's two of you ; the devil make a third Dread lord, the commons send you word by me, And threefold vengeance tend upon your steps! Unless false Suffolk straight be done to death, Suff. Cease, gentle queen, these execrations, Or ban ished fair Englands, territories,

And let thy Suffolk tuke his heavy leave.

pons drawn.


Q. Mar. Fie, coward woman, and soft-hearted

Enter Vaur, wretch!

Q. Mar. Whither goes Vaux so fast? what Hast thou not spirit to curse thine enemies ?

news, I prythee? Suff. A plague upon them! wherefore should Vaux. To signify unto his majesty, I curse them?

That cardinal Beaufort is at point of death: Would curses kill, as doth the mandrake's groan, For suddenly a grievous sickness took him, I would invent as bitter-searching terms,

That makes him gasp, and stare, and catch the air, As curst, as harsh, and horrible to hear,

Blaspheming God, and cursing men on earth. Deliver'd strongly through my fixed teeth, Sometime, he talks as if duke Humphrey's ghost With full as many signs of deadly bate,

Were by his side; sometime, he calls the king As lean-fac'd Envy in her loathsome cave : And whispers to his pillow, as to him, My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words: | The secrets of his overcharged soul : Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint ; And I am sent to tell his majesty, My hair be fix'd on end, as one distract ;

That even now he cries aloud for him. Ay, every joint should seem to curse and ban : Q. Mar. Go, tell this heavy message to the And even now my burden'd heart would break,


(erit Vaur. Should I not curse them. Poison be their drink! | Ahme! what is this world? what news are these? Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest that they taste! But wherefore grieve I at one hour's poor loss, Their sweetest shade, a grove of cypress trees ! Omitting Suffolk's exile, my soul's treasure ? Their chiefest prospects, murdering basilisks ! Why only, Suffolk, mourn I not for thee, Their softest touch, as sharp as lizards' stings ! And with the southern clouds contend in tears; Their music, frightful as the serpent's hiss; Theirs for the earth's increase, mine for my sor. And boding screech-owls make the concert full!

[coming, All the foul terrors in dark-seated bell

Now, get thee hence: the king, thuu know'st is Q. Mar. Enough, sweet Suffolk; thou tor. If thou be found by me, thou art but dead. ment'st thyself;

Suff. If I depart from thee, I cannot live And these Jread curses-like the sun 'gainst glass, And in thy sight to die, what were it else, Or like an overcharged gun,- recoil,

But like a pleasant slumber in thy lap ? And turn the force of them upon thyself. [lcave? Here could I breathe my soul into the air,

Suff. You bade me ban, and will you bid me As mild and gentle as the cradle-babe, Now, by the ground that I am banish'd from, Dying with mother's dugs between its lips : Well could I curse away a winter's night, Where, from thy sight, I should be raging mad, Though standing naked on a mountain top, And cry out for thee to close up mine eyes, Where biting cold would never let grass grow,

To have thee with thy lips to stop my mouth ; And think it but a minute spent in sport.

So should'st thou either turn my flying soul, Q. Mar. 0, let me entreat thee, cease! Give Or I should breathe it so into thy body, me thy hand,

Aud then it liv'd in sweet Elysium. That I may dew it with my mournful tears; To die by thee, were but to die in jest ; Nor let the rain of heaven wet this place,

From thee to die, were torture more than death To wash away my woful monuments.

0, let me stay, befall what may befall. 0, could this be printed in thy hand :

Q. Mar. Away! though parting bo a fretful [kisses his hand.

corrosive, That thou might'st think upon these by the seal, It is applied to a deathful wound. Tbrough whom a thousand sighs are breath'd för To France, sweet Suffolk : let me hear from thee; thee!

For, wheresve'er thou art in this world's globe, So, get thee gone, that I may know my grief ; I'll have an Iris that shall find thee out. Tis but surmis'd whilst thou art standing by,

Sutti i go. As one that surfeits thinking on a wanit.

Q. Mur. And take my heart with thee. I will repeal thee, or be well assurd,

Suff. A jewel, lock'd into the woful'st cask Adventure to be banished myseil':

That ever did contain a thing of worth. And banished I am, it' but froin thee.

Even as a spliited bark, so sunder we; Go, speak not to me; even now be gone.

This way fall I to death. O, go not yet!- Even thus two friends, condemn'd, Q. Mar. This way for me. [ereunt, severally. Embrace, and kiss, and take ten thousand leaves, SCENE 111.

CARDINAL BEAUFORT's BedLoather a hundred times to part than die.

CHAMBER. Yet now farewell; and firewell life with thee ! Enter King Henry, Salisbury, Warwick, and

Suff. Thus is poor Suffolk ten times banished, others. The Cardinal in bed; Attendants with him Once by the king, and three times thrine buy thee. K. Oen. How fares my lord ? speak, Beaufort, 'Tis not the land I care for, wert thou hence;

to thy sovereign. (land's treasure, A wilderness is populous enough.

Cur. If thou be'st Death, I'll give thee EngSo Suffolk had thy heavenly company :

Enough to purchase such another island, For where thou art, there is the world itself, So thou wilt let me live, and feel no pain. With every several pleasure in the world;

K. Pen. Ab, what a sign it is of evil life, And where thou art mot, desolation.

When death's approach is seen so terrible! (thce. I can no more :- live thou to joy thy litr ;

Wrir. Beaufort, it is thy sovereign speaks to Myself no joy in nought, but that cliou livist. Car. Bring me unto my trial when you will.




And Low,

Died ho not in his bed? where should he die? War. See, how the pangs of death do make Can I make men live, whe'r they will or no ?

him grin. O! torture me no more, I will confess. —

Sal. Disturb bim pot, let bim pass peaceably. Alive again? then show me where he is;

K. Hen. Peace to his soul, if God's good ples I'll give a thousand pound to look upon him.

sure be! Ho bath no eyes, the dust hatb blinded them.- Lord cardinal, if thou think'st on heaven's bliss, Comb down his hair; look! look! it stands upright, Hold up thy hand, make signal of thy hope.Like lime-twigs set to catch my winged soul!- He dies, and makes no sign; O God, forgive Give me some drink; and bid the apothecary

him! Bring the strong poison that I bought of bim. War. So bad a death argues a monstrous life.

K. Hen. O thou eternal Mover of the heavens, K. Hen. Forbear to judge, for we are sinners Look with a gentle eye upon this wretch !

all.O, beat away the busy meddling fiend,

Close up his eyes, and draw the curtain close; That lays strong siege unto the wretch's soul, And let us all to meditation.

(exeunt. And from his bosoin purge this black despair!


Ne'er yet did base dishonour blur our name, Firing heard at sea. Then enter from a boat, a But with our sword we wip'd away the blot ;

Captain, a Master, a Master's Mate, Walter Therefore, when merchant-like I sell revenge, Whitmore, and others; with them, Suffolk, and Broke be my sword, my arms torn and defac'u, other Gentlemen, prisoners.

And I proclaim'd a coward through the world! Cap. The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day

(lays hold on Suffolk. Is crept into the bosom of the sea;

Suff. Stay, Whitmore; for thy prisoner is a loud-howling wolves arouse the jades,

prince. That drag the tragic melancholy night;

The duke of Suffolk, William de la Poole. Who, with their drowsy, slow, and Hagging wings, Whit. The duke of Suffolk, muffled up in rags! Clip dead men's graves, and from their misty jaws Suff. Ay, but these rags are no part of the duke; Breathe foul contagious darkness in the air. Jove sometime went disguis'd, and why not I ? Therefore, bring forth the soldiers of our prize; Cap. But Jove was never slain, as thou shalt be. For, whilst our piunace anchors in the Downs, Suff. Obscure and lowly swain, king Henry's Here shall they make their ransom on the sand, The honourable blood of Lancaster, (blood, Or with their blood stain this discolour'd shore. Must not be shed by such a jaded groom. [rup? Master, this prisoner freely give I thee;

Hast thou not kiss'd thy hand, and held my stirAnd thou that art his mate, make boot of this;- Bare-headed, plodded by my foot-cluth mule, The other, (pointing to Suf. ] Walter Whitemore, And thought thee happy when I shook my head ? is thy share.

How often hast thou waited at my cup, [board, 1 Gent. Wbat is my ransome, master ? let me Fed from my trencher, kneeld down at the know.

[your hrad. When I have feasted with queen Margaret? Mast. A thousand crowns, or else lay down Remember it, and let it make thee crest-fallin; Mate. And so much shall you give, or off goes Ay, and allay this thy abortive pride : yours.

(sand crowns, How in our voiding lobby hast thou stood, Cap. What, think you much to pay two thou- And duly waited for my coming forth? And bear the name and port of gentlemen ? This hand of mine hath writ in thy behalf, Cut both the villains' throats;- for die you shall; And therefore shall it charın thy riotous tongue. The lives of those, which we have lost in fight, Whit. Spenk, captain, shall I stab the forlorn Cannot be counterpois'd with such a petty sunu.


(me. I Gent. I'll give it, sir : and therefore spare Cap. First let my words stab him, as he bath

(straight. Suff. Base slave! thy words are blunt, and so 2 Gent. And so will I, and write home for it

art thou.

(side Whit. I lost mine eye in laying the prize aboard, Cap. Convey him hence, and on our long-boat's And therefore, to revenge it, shalt thou die; Str ke off his head.

[to Suff Suff. Thou dar'st not, for thy own. And so should these, if I might have my will. Cap. Yes, Poule.

Cap. Be not so rash; take ransome, let him live. Suff. Poole?

Suff. Louk on my George, I am a gentleman ; Cap. Poole? Sir Poole? lord ? Rate me at what thou wilt, thou shalt be paid. Ay, kennel, puddle, sink; whose filth and dirt Whit. And so am I; my name is— Walter Troubles the silver spring where England drinks. Whitinore.

(affright? Now will I dam up this thy yawning month, How now? why start st thou ? what, duth death For swallowing the treasure of the realm :

Suff. Thy naine affrights me, in whose sound Thy lips, that kiss'd the queen, shall sweep the A cunning mau did calculate my birth, [is death. ground;

(death, And told me that by Water I should die : And thou, that smil'dst at good duke Humpbrey's Yet let not this make thee be bloody-minded ; Against the senseless wind shall grip in vain. Thy name is Gualtier, being rightly sounded. Wbo, in contempt, shall biss at thee again :

Whit. Gualtier, or Walter, which it is, I care not; And wedded be thou to the bags of hall,

my life.

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