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and myself an honest man : * and touching the 11 * And follow'd with a rabble, that rejoice * duke of York,—will take my death, I never * To see my tears, and hear my deep-fet? groans. mneant him any ill, nor the king, nor the queen : The ruthless Aint 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, am duke Humphrey's wife; Hor. Hold, Peter, hold ! I confess, I confess | And he a prince, and ruler of the land:

[Dies. Yet so he ruld, 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, bath reveal'd to us

And York, and impious Beaufort, that false priest, The truth and innocence of this poor fellow, Have all lim'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 enar'd, Come, fellow, follow us for thy reward. (Exeunt. * Nor never seek prevention of thy foes. SCENE IV. The same.

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

A street. Enter Gloster and Servants, in mourning cloaks.

* I must offend, before I be attainted :

* 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. Serv. 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. • Uneath3 may she endure the flinty 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, 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 hateful looks ; Glo. Witness my tears, I cannot stay to speak. And, in thy closet pent up, rue my sbame,

Eceunt Gloster and Servants. And ban5 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. (7) 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 if better reasons can supplant,

* Štan. Why, madam, that is to the Isle of Man ; * I will subscribe and say--I wrong'd the 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 * Stan. 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: 1 * The duchess, by his 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?

* Ànd such high vaunts of his nobility, Stan. 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.


* 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 ; || * 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 admir'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 fraudful man. • And passeth by with stiff unbowed knee, • Disdaining duty that to us belongs.

Enter Somerset. • 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,

· 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, bear unto my lord,

* Glo. All happiness unto my lord the king! • Made me collect3 these dangers in the duke. Pardon, my liege, that I have staid so long. (1) For conductor. (2) Wonder.

(5) i. e. Valuing himself on his high descent. 3) i. e. Assemble by observation. (4) Foolish. Il6) Gear was a general word for things or matters.


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

1. 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, think it?

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

Suff. Hath 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,

@ 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. l. 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 first. 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 seem• Or 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 Q. 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'dwith answer'd:

grief, • But mightier crimes are laid unto your charge, * Whose flood 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, ||* And yet, good Humphrey, is the hour to come, • That you will clear yourself from all suspects; * That e'er 1 prov'd thee false, or feard 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 bence by rancour's hand; * Thou never didst them wrong, nor no man wrong; * Foul subornation is predominant,

* And as the butcher takes away the calf, * 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 good 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, 'twixteach 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;

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

sun's hot 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 eacily. (2) For accusation. (3) Dearest. Il * Beguiles him, as the mournful crocodile

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* With sorrow snares relenting passengers;

* Car. A breach, that craves a quick expediente * 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 haply3 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. * Nomore, good York ;-sweet Somerset, be stilli* 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 mates4 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; 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 pals-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 greatly5 who impugns our doom. * Well, nobles, well, 'tis politicly done, Enter a Messenger.

* To send me packing with a host of men :

* 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,

'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 assurd * 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 flowers 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.1

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 SuffDead in his bed, my lord; Gloster is dead. * Oppose himself against a troop of kernes ;? * . 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 now4 to sing a raven’s note, • Why, then from Ireland come I with my strength, * Whose dismal tune bereft 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: Enter Suffolk.

* For in the shade of death I shall find * 1 Mur. Here comes my lord.

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

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

* Although the duke was enemy to him, • 1 Mur. Ăy, my good lord, he's dead. (* Yet he, most Christian-like, laments his death : Suff. Why, that's well said. Go, get you to * 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, rding 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 be

• 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. Be woforme,5 more wretched than he is.

[Exit. 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,

* What, art thou, like the adder, waxen deaf? • Proceed no straiter 'gainst our uncle Gloster, * Be poisonous too, and kill thy forlorn queen. • Than from 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: (1) A violent gust of wind.

(4) Just now. (2) Irish foot-soldiers, light-armed.

(5) . e. Let not wo be to thee for Gloster, but (3) A Moor in a morris dance.


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