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Bead. I will, my lord. - Come on, sirrah; off | SCENE II.-London. The duke of York's gar. with your doublet quickly.

den. Enter York, Salisbury, and Warwick. Simp. Alas, master, what shall I do? I am not

York. Now, my good lords of Salisbury and able to stand.

Warwick, (After the Beadle hath hit him once, he leap:||· Our simple supper ended, give me leave, over the stool, and runs away; and the

• In this close walk, to satisfy myself, people follow, and cry, A miracle ! * K. Hen. O God, seest thou this, and bear'st so

• In craving your opinion of my title,

* Which is infallible, to England's crown. long? * Q. Mar. It made me laugh, to see the villain

* Sal. My lord, I long to hear it at full.

War. Sweet York, begin: and if thy claim be *Glo. Follow the knave; and take this drabaway. \ The Nevils are thy subjects to command.

good, * Wife. Alas, sir, we did it for pure need.

York. Then thus Glo. "Let them be whipped through every market town, till they come to Berwick, whence they||

: Edward the Third, iny lords, had seven sons : (Éreunt Mayor, Beadle, Wife, fc.

* The first, Edward the Black Prince, prince of

Wales; Car. Duke Humphrey has done a miracle to-day. • Suf. True; made the lame to leap, and fly | Lionel, duke of Clarence ; next to whom,

The second, William of Hatfield ; and the third, away. Glo. But you have done more miracles than 1;

* Was John of Gaunt, the duke of Lancaster : • You made, in a day, my lord, whole towns to fly. ll. The sixth, was Thomas of Woodstock, duke of

* The fifth, was Edmund Langley, duke of York ; Enter Buckingham.

Gloster;

• William of Windsor was the seventh, and last. K. Hen. What tidings with our cousin Buckingham?

• Edward, the Black Prince, died before his father; Buck. Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold. || Who, after Edward the Third's death, reign'd

* And left behind him Richard, his only son, A sort of naughty persons, lewdly2 bent• Under the countenance and confederacy

as king; Of lady Eleanor, the protector's wife,

Till Henry Bolingbroke, duke of Lancaster,

The eldest son and heir of John of Gaunt, * The ringleader and head of all this rout,* Have practis'd dangerously against your state,

Crown'd by the name of Henry the Fourth, • Dealing with witches, and with conjurors:

· Seiz'd on the realm; depos’d the rightful king; Whom we have apprehended in the fact;

* Sent his poor queen to France, from whence she • Raising up wicked spirits from under ground, • Demanding of king Henry's life and death,

* And him to Pomfret; where, as all you know, * And other of your highness' privy council,

· Harmless Richard was murder'd traitorously.

* War. Father, the duke hath told the truth; • As more at large your grace shall understand. • Car. And so, my lord protector, by this means

* Thus got the house of Lancaster the crown. • Your lady is forthcoming yet at London.

* York. Which now they hold by force, and not * This news, I think, hath turn’d your weapon’s * For Richard, the first son's heir, being dead,

by right; edge; • 'T'is like, my lord, you will not keep your hour.

* The issue of the next son should have reign'd. (Aside to Gloster.

* Sal. But William of Hatfield died without an heir. "Glo. Ambitious churchman, leave to afflict my

* York. The third son, duke of Clarence (from

whose line heart! - Sorrow and grief have vanquish'd all my powers :

* I claim the crown,) had issue-Philippe, a And, vanquish'd as I am, I yield to thee,

daughter, Or to the meanest groom.

* Who married Edmund Mortimer, earl of March: K. Hen. O God, what mischiefs work the * Edmund had issue-Roger, earl of March: wicked ones;

* Roger had issue-Edmund, Anne, and Eleanor. . Heaping confusion on their own heads thereby!

* Sal. This Edmund, in the reign of Bolingbroke, *Q. Mar. Gloster, see here the tainture of thy | And, but for Owen Glendower, had been king,

* As I have read, laid claim unto the crown; nest; And, look, thyself be faultless, thou wert best. Who kept him in captivity, till he died.

* But, to the rest. Glo. Madam, for myself, to heaven I do appeal,

York.

His eldest sister, Anne, • How I have lov'd my king, and commonweal: • And, for my wife, I know not how it stands ;

* My mother being heir unto the crown, Sorry I am to hear what I have heard :

Married Richard, earl of Cambridge; who was son * Noble she is; but if she have forgot

• To Edmund Langley, Edward the Third's fifth son, • Honour and virtue, and convers'd with such

• By her I claim the kingdom : she was heir

To Roger, earl of March; who was the son * As, like to pitch, defile nobility, • I banish her, my bed, and company;

• Of Edmund Mortimer; who married Philippe, . And give her, as a prey, to law, and shame,

* Sole daughter unto Lionel, duke of Clarence: • That hath dishonour'd'Gloster's honest name.

So, if the issue of the elder son K. Hen. Well, for this night, we will repose

Succeed before the younger, I am king.

War. What plain proceedings are more plain us here:

than this? • Tomorrow, toward London, back again, * To look into this business thoroughly,

· Henry doth claim the crown from John of Gaunt, * And call these foul offenders to their answers;

• The fourth son ; York claims it from the third.

• Till Lionel's issue fails, his should not reign : And poise the cause in justice' equal scales, • Whose beam stands sure, whose rightful cause

• It fails not yet ; but flourishes in thee, prevails.

(Flourish. Exeunt. * And in thy sons, fair slips of such a stock. (1) A company.

(2) Wickedly. (3) i. e. Your lady is in custody. (4) Weigh

VOL, II,

his sprays;

• Then, father Salisbury, kneel we both together; * Should be to be protected like a child. • And, in this private plot, be we the first, "God and king Henry govern England's helm: • That shall salute our rightful sovereign "Give up your staff

, sir, and the king his realm. With honour of his birthright to the crown. Glo. My staff?-here, noble Henry, is my staff: Both. Long live our sovereign Richard, England's || As willingly do I the same resign, king!

* As ere thy father Henry made it mine; • York. We thank you, lords. But I am not your And even as willingly at thy feet I leave it, king,

As others would ambitiously receive it. • Till I be crown'd; and that my sword be stain'dFarewell, good king: When I am dead and gone, • With heart-blood of the house of Lancaster : May honourable peace attend thy throne! (Exit. * And that's not suddenly to be perform'd; Q. Mar. Why, now is Henry king, and Mar* But with advice, and silent secrecy.

garet queen; * Do you, as I do, in these dangerous days, * And Humphrey, duke of Gloster, scarce himself, * Wink at the duke of Suffolk's insolence, * That bears so shrewd a maim; two pullsatonce,* At Beaufort's pride, at Somerset's ambition, * His lady banish'd, and a limb lopp'd off; * At Buckingham, and all the crew of them, * This staff of honour raught:2–There let it stand, * Till they have snar'd the shepherd of the flock, || Where it best fits to be, in Henry's hand. * That virtuous prince, the good duke Humphrey : * Suff Thus droops this lofty pine, and hangs * 'Tis that they seek; and they, in seeking that, * Shall find their deaths, if York can prophesy.

* Thus Eleanor's pride dies in her youngest days. * Sal. My lord, break we off; we know your • York. Lords, let him go. Please it your ma mind at full.

jesty, War. My heart assures me, that the earl of l. This is the day appointed for the combat; Warwick

· And ready are the appellant and defendant, Shall one day make the duke of York a king. The armourer and his man, to enter the lists,

York. And, Nevil, this do I assure myself, - So please your highness to behold the fight. • Richard shall live to make the earl of Warwick *Q. Mar. Ay, good my lord; for purposely • The greatest man in England but the king. (Exe.

therefore

* Left I the court, to see this quarrel tried. SCENE III.The same. A hall of justice.

K. Hen. O' God's name, see the lists and all Trumpets sounded. Enter King Henry, Queen Margaret, Gloster, York, Suffolk, and Salisbury ; || Here let them end it, and God defend the right!

things fit; the Duchess of Gloster, Margery Jourdain,

* York. I never saw a fellow worse bested, Southwell, Hume, and Bolingbroke, under

* Or more afraid to fight, than is the appellant, guard.

* The servant of this armourer, my

lords. K. Hen. Stand forth, dame Eleanor Cobham, Enter on one side, Horner, and his Neighbours,

Gloster's wife : • In sight of God, and us, your guilt is great;

drinking to him so much that he is drunk; and • Receive the sentence of the law, for sins

he enters tearing his staff with a sand-bag fas. Such as by God's book are adjudy'd to death. —

tened to it; a drum before him ; at the other You four, from hence to prison back again;

side, Peter, with a drum and a similar staff, (To Jourd. &c.

accompanied by Prentices drinking to him. * From thence, unto the place of execution : 1 Neigh. Here, neighbour Horner, I drink to * The witch in Smithfield shall be burn'd to ashes, you in a cup of sack; And fear not, neighbour, * And you three shall be strangled on the gallows.- you shall do well enough. • You, madam, for you are more nobly born, 2 Neigh. And here, neighbour, here's a cup of Despoiled of your honour in your life,

charneco.5 • Shall, after three days' open penance done, 3 Neigh. And here's a pot of good double beer, • Live in your country here, in banishment, neighbour: drink, and fear not your man. • With sir John Stanley, in the Isle of Man. Hor. Let it come, i'faith, and I'll pledge you all; Duch. Welcome is banishment, welcome wereAnd a fig for Peter!

Pren. Here, Peter, I drink to thee; and be * Glo. Eleanor, the law, thou seest, hath judged | not afraid.

2 Pren. Be merry, Peter, and fear not thy * I cannot justify whom the law condemns.- master; fight for credit of the prentices. (Exeunt the Duchess, and the other prisoners, Peter. I thank you all : * drink, and pray forme, guarded.

* I pray you; for, I think, I have taken my last * Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief. * draught in this world.*_Here, Robin, an if I die, • Ah, Humphrey, this dishonour in thine age I give thee my apron; and, Will, thou shalt hare • Will bring thy head with sorrow to the ground! | my hammer -and here, Tom, take all the money • I beseech your majesty, give me leave to go; that I have.-0 Lord, bless me, I pray God! for I • Sorrow would solace, and mine age would ease.2 || am never able to deal with my master, he hath K. Hen. Stay, Humphrey duke of Gloster: ere learnt so much fence already.

Sal. Come, leave your drinking, and fall to blows. Give up thy staff; Henry will to himself -Sirrah, what's thy name? • Protector be: and God shall be my hope,

Peter. Peter, forsooth. • My stay, my guide, and lantern to my feet; Sal. Peter! what more? * And go in peace, Humphrey ; no less belov'd, Peter. Thump. • Than when thou wert protector to thy king. Sal. Thump! then see thou thump thy master well. * Q. Mar. I see no reason, why a king of years Hor. Masters, I am come hither, as it were,

upon my man's instigation, to prove him a knave, (1) Sequestered spot. (2) e. e. Sorrow requires solace, and age requires (3) Reached. (4) In a worse plight.

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duke of York,-will take my death, I never * To see my tears, and hear my deep-feti groans. meant him any ill, nor the king, nor the queen : The ruthless flint doth cut my tender feet; * And, therefore, Peter, have at thee with a down-| And, when I start, the envious people laugh, right blow, as Bevis of Southampton fell upon And bid me be advised how I tread. Ascapart.

Ah, Humphrey, can I bear this shameful yoke? * York. Despatch :--this knave's tongue begins * Trow'st thou, that e'er I'll look upon the world; to double.

* Or count them happy, that enjoy the sun? * Sound trumpets, alarum to the combatants. * No; dark shall be my light, and night my day; (Alarum. They fight, and Peter strikes * To think upon my pomp, shall be my hell. down his master.

Sometime I'll say, I am duke Humphrey's wife; Hor. Hold, Peter, hold! I confess, I confess And he a prince, and ruler of the land? treason.

(Dies. Yet so he rul'd, and such a prince he was, * York. Take away his weapon :

-Fellow,|As he stood by, whilst I, his forlorn duchess, * thank God, and the good wine in thy master's || Was made a wonder, and a pointing-stock, way.

To every idle rascal follower. Peter. O God! have I overcome mine enemies. But be thou mild, and blush not at my shame; in this presence? O Peter, thou hast prevailed in Nor stir at nothing, till the axe of death right!

Hang over thee, as, sure, it shortly will. K. Hen. Go, take hence that traitor from oursight; For Suffolk,-he that can do all in all For, by his death, we do perceive his guilt:1 With her, that hateth thee, and hates us all,And God, in justice, hath reveal'd to us And York, and impious Beaufort, that false priest, The truth and innocence of this poor fellow, Have all lím'd bushes to betray thy wings, Which he had thought to have murder'd wrong. And, fly thou how thou canst, they'll tangle thee: fully.-

* But fear not thou, until thy foot be snar'd, Come, fellow, follow us for thy reward. [Exeunt. * Nor never seek prevention of thy foes. SCENE 1V.-The same. A street.

* Glo. Ah, Nell, forbear; thou aimest all awry;

Enter I must offend, before I be attainted: Gloster and Servants, in mourning cloaks. * And had I twenty times so many foes, * Glo. Thus, sometimes, hath the brightest day ||* And each of them had twenty times their power, a cloud;

* All these could not procure me any scathe,8 And, after summer, evermore succeeds * So long as I am loyal, true, and crimeless. * Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold: Would'st have me rescue thee from this reproach: * So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.2 Why, yet thy scandal were not wip'd away, Sirs, what's o'clock?

But I in danger for the breach of law.
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Ten, my lord.

Thy greatest help is quiet, gentle Nell: "Glo. Ten is the hour that was appointed me, I pray thee, sort thy heart to patience ; * To watch the coming of my punish'd duchess : * These few days' wonder will be quickly worn. • Uneath» may she endure the finty streets, * To tread them with her tender-feeling feet.

Enter a Herald. Sweet Nell, ill can thy noble mind abrook

Her. I summon your grace to his majesty's parThe abject people, gazing on thy face,

liament, holden at Bury the first of this nexi month. With envious looks, still laughing at thy shame; Glo. And my consent ne'er ask'd herein before ! That erst did follow thy proud chariot-wheels, This is close dealing.--Well, I will be there. When thou didst ride in triumph through the streets.

[Exit Herald. * But, soft! I think, she comes; and I'll prepare My Nell, I take my leave :-and, master sheriff, * My tear-stain'd eyes to see her miseries. Let not her penance exceed the king's commission.

Sher. An't please your grace, here my comEnter the Duchess of Gloster, in a white sheet,

mission stays: with papers pinned upon her back, her feet || And sir John Stanley is appointed now bare, and a taper burning in her hand; Sirl. To take her with him to the Isle of Man. John Stanley, a Sheriff, and Officers.

Glo. Must you, sir John, protect my lady here? Serv. So please your grace, we'll take her from * Stan. So am I given in charge, may't please the sheriff.

your grace. Glo. No, stir not, for your lives; let her pass by. Glo. Entreat her not the worse, in that I pray Duch. Come you, my lord, to see my open You use her well: the world may laugh again;9 shame?

And I may live to do you kindness, if
Now thou dost penance too. Look, how they gaze! || You do it her. And so, sir John, farewell

. • See, how the giddy multitude do point,

Duch. What gone, my lord; and bid me not * And nod their heads, and throw their eyes on thee! farewell? • Ah, Gloster, hide thee from their hatefal looks; Glo. Witness my tears, I cannot stay to speak. * And, in thy closet pent up, rue my shame,

(Exeunt Gloster and Servants. And bans thine enemies, both mine and thine. Duch. Art thou gone too? * All comfort go with Glo. Be patient, gentle Nell; forget this grief.

thee! Duch. Ah, Gloster, teach me to forget myself: ||* For none abides with me: my joy is-death; For, whilst I think I am thy married wife, * Death, at whose name I oft have been afеard, And thou a prince, protector of this land, * Because I wish'd this world's eternity.• Methinks, I should not thus be led along, • Stanley, I pr’ythee, go, and take me hence; Mail'd up in shame, with papers on my back;

(6) Wrapped up in disgrace; alluding to the (1) The death of the vanquished person was sheet of penance. always regarded as certain evidence of his guilt. (?) Deep-fetched. (8) Harm, mischief.

(2) Change. (3) Not easily. (4) Malicious. (9) i. e. The world may look again favourably (5) Curse.

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•I care not whither, for I beg no favour, * If it be fond,4 call it a woman's fear;
Only convey me where thou art commanded. • Which fear is better reasons can supplant,

* Stan. Why, madam, that is to the Isle of Man :||. I will subscribe and say—I wrong'd ihe duke. * There to be used according to your state. • My lord of Suffolk, --Buckingham,--and York,* Duch. That's bad enough, for I am but re- Reprove my allegation, if you can; proach:

• Or else conclude my words effectual. * And shall I then be us'd reproachfully?

Suff Well hath your highness seen into this * Slan. Like to a duchess and duke Humphrey's

duke; lady,

• And, had I first been put to speak my mind, * According to that state you shall be used. I think, I should have told your grace's tale.

· Duch. Sheriff, farewell, and better than I fare: || * The duchess, by bis subornation, Although thou hast been conduct of my shame! ||* Upon my life, began her devilish practices : Sher. It is my office; and, madam, pardon me. * Or if he were not privy to those faults, Duch. Ay, ay, farewell; thy office is dis- ||Yet, by reputing of his high descents charg'd.

* (As next the king, he was successive heir,) Come, Stanley, shall we go?

* And such high vaunts of his nobility, * Slan. Madam, your penance done, throw off | * Did instigate the bedlam brain-sick duchess, this sheet,

* By wicked means to frame our sovereign's fall. And go we to attire you for our journey. Smooth runs the water, where the brook is deep; Duch. My shame will not be shifted with my||* And in his simple show he harbours treason. sheet:

The fox barks not, when he would steal the lamb. * No, it will hang upon my richest robes, No, no, my sovereign; Gloster is a man * And show itself, attire me how I can.

Unsounded yet, and full of deep deceit. * Go, lead the way; I long to see my prison. * Car. Did he not, contrary to form of law,

(Exeunt. * Devise strange deaths for small offences done?

York. And did he not, in his protectorship, * Levy great sums of money through the realm,

* For soldiers' pay in France, and never sent it; ACT III.

* By means whereof, the towns each day revolted? SCENE 1.--The Abbey at Bury. Enter to the

* Buck. Tut! these are petty faults to faults Parliament, King Henry, Queen Margaret,

unknown, Cardinal Beaufort, Suffolk, York, Buckingham,

* Which time will bring to light in smooth duke and others.

Humphrey.

* K. Hen. My lords, at once: The care you • K. Hen. I muse,2 my lord of Gloster is not

have of us,

* To mow down thorns that would annoy our foot, 'Tis not his wont to be the hindmost man, * Is worthy praise: But shall I speak my conscience? • Whate'er occasion keeps him from us now. * Our kinsman Gloster is as innocent Q. Mar. Can you not see? or will you not * From meaning treason to our royal person, observe

* As is the sucking lamb, or harmless dove : • The strangeness of his alter'd countenance ? * The duke is virtuous, mild; and too well given, With what a majesty he bears himself; * To dream on evil, or to work my downfall. How insolent of late he is become,

* Q. Mar. Ah, what's more dangerous than this • How proud, peremptory, and unlike himself?

fond affiance? . We know the time, since he was mild and affable ; l * Seems he a dove? his feathers are but borrow'd, • And, if we did but glance a far-off look, * For he's disposed as the hateful raven. • Immediately he was upon his knee,

* Is he a lamb? his skin is surely lent him, • That all the court adinir'd him for submission : * For he's inclin'd as are the ravenous wolves. • But meet him now, and, be it in the morn, * Who cannot steal a shape, that means deceit?

When every one will give the time of day, * Take heed, my lord; the welfare of us all • He knits his brow, and shows an angry eye, * Hangs on the cutting short that fraudsul man. • And passeth by with stiff unbowed knee,

Enter Somerset. • Disdaining duty that to us belongs. • Small curs are not regarded, when they grin : * Som. All health unto my gracious sovereign! • But great men tremble, when the lion roars; K. Hen. Welcome, lord Somerset. What news • And Humphrey is no little man in England.

from France ? • First, note, that he is near you in descent;

Som. That all your interest in those territories • And should you fall, he is the next will mount. * Is utterly bereft you; all is lost. Me seemeth then, it is no policy,

K. Hen. Cold news, lord Somerset: But God's Respecting what a rancorous mind he bears,

will be done! • And his advantage following your decease, York. Cold news for me; for I had hopes of • That he should come about your royal person,

France, • Or be admitted to your highness' council. As firmly as 1 hope for fertile England. • By flattery hath he won the commons' hearts ; * Thus are my blossoms blasted in the bud, . And when he please to make commotion, * And caterpillars eat my leaves away: ''Tis to be fear'd, they all will follow him. * But I will remedy this geari ere long, • Now 'tis the spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted: * Or sell my title for a glorious grave. (.Aside. “Suffer them now, and they'll o'ergrow the garden, • And choke the herbs for want of husbandry.

Enter Gloster. • The reverent care, I bear unto my lord,

* Glo. All happiness unto my lord the king! • Made me collect these dangers in the duke. Pardon, my liege, that I have staid so long. (1) For conductor.

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Suff. Nay, Gloster, know, that thou art come By false accuse2 doth level at my life: too soon,

* And you, my sovereign lady, with the rest, •Unless thou wert more loyal than thou art: Causeless have laid disgraces on my head; I do arrest thee of high treason here.

* And, with your best endeavour, have stirr'd up Glo. Well, Suffolk, yet thou shalt not see me * My liefest3 liege to be mine enemy : blush,

Ay, all of you have laid your heads together, Nor change my countenance for this arrest; * Myself had notice of your conventicles. • A heart unspotted is not easily daunted. * I shall not want false witness to condemn me, * The purest spring is not so free from mud, * Nor store of treasons to augment my guilt: * As I am clear from treason to my sovereign: • The ancient proverb will be well effected, Who can accuse me? wherein am I guilty? A staff is quickly found to beat a dog. York. 'Tis thought, my lord, that you took bribes * Car. My liege, his railing is intolerable : of France,

* If those that care to keep your royal person And, being protector, stayed the soldiers' pay; * From treason's secret knife, and traitor's rage, By means whereof, his highness hath lost France. * Be thus upbraided, chid, and rated at, Glo. Is it but thought so? What are they that||* And the offender granted scope of speech,

* 'Twill make them cool in zeal unto your grace. I never robb'd the soldiers of their pay,

SuffHath he not twit our sovereign lady here, • Nor never had one penny bribe from France. * With ignominious words, though clerkly couch'd, • So help me God, as I have watch'd the night,- • As if she had suborned some to swear * Ay, night by night,—in studying good for England! ||. False allegations to o'erthrow his state? • That doit that e'er I wrested from the king, R. Mar. But I can give the loser leave to chide. • Or any groat I hoarded to my use,

Glo. Far truer spoke, than meant: I lose in• Be brought against me at my trial day! • No! many a pound of mine own proper store, Beshrew the winners, for they play'd me false ! • Because I would not tax the needy commons, * And well such losers may have leave to speak. • Have I dispursed to the garrisons,

Buck. He'll wrest the sense, and hold us here . And never ask'd for restitution.

all day : Car. It serves you well, my lord, to say so much. ||· Lord cardinal, he is your prisoner. * Glo. I say no more than truth, so help me God! • Car. Sirs, take away the duke, and guard him

York. In your protectorship, you did devise Strange tortures for offenders, never heard of, Glo. Ah, thus king Henry throws away his crutch, That England was defam'd by tyranny,

Before his legs be firm to bear his body: Glo. Why, 'tis well known, that whiles I was Thus is the shepherd beaten from thy side, protector,

* And wolves are gnarling who shall gnaw thee fil.. Pity was all the fault that was in me;

Ah, that my fear were false! ah, that it were! * For I should melt at an offender's tears,

For, good king Henry, thy decay I fear. * And lowly words were ransom for their fault.

Exeunt Attendants, with Gloster. • Unless it were a bloody murderer,

K. Hen. My lords, what to your wisdoms seemOr foul felonious thief that fleec'd poor passengers,

eth best, • I never gave them cóndign punishment: Do, or undo, as if ourself were here. • Murder, indeed, that bloody sin, I tortur'd 2. Mar. What, will your highness leave the par• Above the felon, or what trespass else.

liament? Suff. My lord, these faults are easy, quickly K. Hen. Ay, Margaret; my heart is drown'd with answer'd:

grief, . But mightier crimes are laid unto your charge,

* Whose food begins to flow within mine eyes; • Whereof you cannot easily purge yourself. * My body round engirt with misery; • I do arrest you in his highness' name;

For what's more miserable than discontent?• And here commit you to my lord cardinal Ah, uncle Humphrey! in thy face I see • To keep, until your further time of trial. * The map of honour, truth, and loyalty ;

K. Hen. My lord of Gloster, 'tis my special hope, I * And yet, good Humphrey, is the hour to come, * That you will clear yourself from all suspects; * That'e'er I prov'd thee false, or fear'd thy faith. My conscience tells me, you are innocent. * What low'ring star now envies thy estate,

Glo. Ah, gracious lord, these days are dangerous ! | * That these great lords, and Margaret our queen, * Virtue is chok'd with foul ambition,

* Do seek subversion of thy harmless life? And charity chas'd hence by rancour's hand; * Thou never didst them wrong, nor no man wrong; * Foul subornation is predominant,

* And as the butcher takes away the call, * And equity exíld your highness' land. * And binds the wretch, and beats it when it strays, * I know, their complot is to have my life; * Bearing it to the bloody slaughter-house; * And, if my death might make this island happy, || * Even so, remorseless, have they borne him hence. * And prove the period of their tyranny, * And as the dam runs lowing up and down,

I would expend it with all willingness : * Looking the way her harmless young one went, • But mine is made the prologue to their play; And can do nought but wail her darling's loss; • For thousands more, that yet suspect no peril, * Even so myself bewails goed Gloster's case, Will not conclude their plotted tragedy. * With sad unhelpful tears; and with dimm'd eyes • Beaufort's red sparkling eyes blab his heart's ||* Look after him, and cannot do him good; malice,

* So mighty are his vowed enemies. • And Suffolk's cloudy brow his stormy hate ; • His fortunes I will weep; and, 'twixt each groan. * Sharp Buckingham unburdens with his tongue • Say-Who's a traitor, Gloster he is none. (Exit The envious load that lies upon his heart;

2. Mar. Free lords, cold snow melts with the And dogged York, that reaches at the moon,

sun's bot beams. Whose overweening arm I have pluck'd back, Henry my lord is cold in great affairs,

* Too full of foolish pity; and Gloster's show (1) For easily. (2) For accusation. (3) Dearest. Il* Beguiles him, as the mournful crocodile

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