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As I have read, laid claim unto the crown ; I cannot justify whom the law condemns. And, but for Owen Glendower, had been king,

[Exeunt the Duchess, and the other Whó kept him in captivity till he died.

Prisoners guarded But, to the rest.

Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief. York.

His eldest sister, Anne, Ah, Humphrey, this dishonour in thine age My mother, being heir unto the crown, Will bring thy head with sorrow to the ground Married Richard, earl of Cambridge; who was I beseech your majesty, give me leave to go;

Sorrow would solace, and mine age would ease. To Edmund Langley, Edward the Third's fifth K. Hen. Stay, Humphrey duke of Gloster

ere thou go, By her I claim the kingdom : she was heir Give up thy stati; Henry will to himself To Roger, earl of March; who was the son Protector be: and God shall be my hope, Of Edmund Mortimer; who married Philippe, My stay, my guide, and lantern to my feet; Sole daughter unto Lionel, duke of Clarence : And go in peace, Humphrey, no less belov'd, So, if the issue of the elder son

Than when thou wert protector to thy king. Succeed before the younger, I am king. Q. Mar. I see no reason, why a king of year War. What plain proceedings are more plain Should be to be protected like a child.-. than this?

God and King Henry govern England's helm: Henry doth claim the crown from John of Give up your staff, sir, and the king his renlm. Gaunt,

Glo. My staff ?-here, noble Henry, is my The fourth son ; York claims it from the third. staff; Till Lionel's issue fails, his should not reign: As willingly do I the same resign, It fails not yet; but flourishes in thee,

As e'er thy father Henry made it mine; And in thy sons, fair slips of such a stock. And even as willingly at thy feet I leave it, Then, father Salisbury, kneel we both together; As others would ambitiously receive it. And, in this private plot, be we the first, Farewell, good king: When I am dead and That shall salute our rightful sovereign

gone, With honour of his birthright to the crown. May honourable peace attend thy throne ! Both. Long live our sovereign Richard, Eng.

[Erit. land's king!

Q. Mnr. Why, now is Henry king, and Mar. York. We thank you, lords. But I am not garet queen; your king,

And Humphrey, duke of Gloster, scarce himself, Till I be crown'd; and that my sword be stain's That bears so shrewd a maim; two pulls at With heart-blood of the house of Lancaster.

once, And that's not suddenly to be perform'd : His lady banish'd, and a limb lopp'd off. But with advice and silent secrecy,

This staff of honour raught, there let it stand, Do you, as I do, in these dangerous days, Where it best fits to be, in Henry's hand. Wink at the duke of Suffolk's insolence,

Suff. Thus droops this lofty pine, and hange At Beaufort's pride, at Somerset's ambition,

his sprays; At Buckingham, and all the crew of them, Thus Eleanor's pride dies in her youngest days Till they have snar'd the shepherd of the flock, York. Lords, let him go.- Please it your maThat virtuous prince, the good duke Hum. jesty, phrey :

This is the day appointed for the combat ; "Tis that they seek ; and they, in seeking that, And ready are the appellant and defendant, Shall find their deaths, if York can propbesy. The armourer and his man, to enter the lists, Sal. My lord, break we off; we know your So please your highness to behold the fight. mind at full.

Qi Mar. Ay, good my lord : for purposely War. My heart assures me, that the earl of therefore Warwick

Left I the court, to see this quarrel tried. Shall one day make the duke of York a king. K. Hen. O' God's name, see the lists and all York. And, Nevil, this I do assure myself,

things fit ; Richard shall live to make the earl of Warwick Here let them end it, and God defend the right! The greatest man in England but the king. York. I never saw a fellow worse bested,

(Ereunt. Or more afraid to fight, than is the appellant, SCENE III. The same. A Hall of Justice. The servant of this armourer, my lords. Trumpets sounded. Enter King Henry, Queen Enter, on one side, Horner, and his Neigh,

bours, drinking to him so much that he is Margaret, Gloster, York, Suffolk, and Salis.

drunk ; and he enters bearing a staff with a bury; the Duchess of Gloster, Margery Jour

sand-bag fastened to it; a drum before him: dain,' Suuthwell, Hume, and Bolingbroke,

at the other side, Peter, with a drum and under guard.

a similar staff; accompanied by Prentices K. Hen. Stand forth, dame Eleanor Cobham,

drinking to him Gloster's wife:

1 Neigh. Here, neighbour Horner, I drink to In sight of God, and us, your guilt is great; you in a cup of sack; and fear not, neighbour, Receive the sentence of the law, for sins you shall do well enough. Such as by God's book are adjudged to death. 2 Neigh And here, neighbour, here's a cup You four, from hence to prison back again; of charneco.

[To Jourdain, &c. 3 Neigh. And here's a pot of good double beer, From thence, unto the place of execution : neighbour: drink, and fear not your man. The witch in Smithfield shall be burn'd to ashes, Hor. Let it come, i' faith, and I'll pledge you And you three shall be strangled on the gal- all ; And a fig for Peter! lows.

1 Pren. Here, Peter, I drink to thee; and be You, niadam, for you are more nobly born, not afraid. Despoiled of your honour in your life,

2 Pren. Be merry Peter, and fear not thy Shall after three days open penance done, master; fight for the credit of the prentices Live in your country here, in banishment, Peter. I thank you all: drink, and pray for me, With Sir John Stanley, in the Isle of Man. I pray you; for, I think, I have taken my last Duch. Welcome is banishment, welcome were draught in this world. Here, Robin, an if ! my death.

die, I give thee my apron; and, Will, thou shalt Glo. Eleanor, the law, thou seest, hath judged have my hammer-and here, Tom, take all thee

Ithe money that I bave.-0 Lord, bleas me, I

pray God! for I am never able to deal with my Duch. Ah, Gloster, teach me to forget myself: master, he hath learnt so much fence already. For, whilst I think I am thy married wife,

Sal. Come, leave your drinking, and fall to And thou a prince, protector of this land, blows --Sirrah, what's thy name?

Methinks, I should not thus be led along, Peter. Peler, forsooth.

Mail'd up in shame, with papers on iny back; Sal Peter ! 'what more?

And follow'd with a rabble, that rejoice Peter. Thump.

To see my tears, and hear my deep-fet groans Sal. Thumpi then see thou thump thy master The ruthless flint doth cut my tender feet;, well.

And, when I start, the envious people laugh, Hor. Masters, I am come hither, as it were, And bid me be advised how I tread. upon my man's instigation, to prove him a Ah, Humphrey, can I bear this shameful yoke ? knave, and myself an honest man: and touch Trow'st thou, that e'er I'll look upon the world; ing the duke of York,-will take my death, 1 Or count them happy, that enjoy the sun ? never meant him any ill, nor the king, nor the No; dark shall be my light, and night my day; a downright blow, as Bevis of Southampton fell Sometime

Posay, pam Dunkel hem heys

sayI am Duke Humphrey's wife ; upon Ascapart.

And he a prince, and ruler of the land: York. Despatch :-this knave's tongue begins Yet so he rul'd, and such a prince he was, to double.

As he stood by, whilst I, his forlorn duchess, Sound trumpets, alarum to the combatants. Was made a wonder, and a pointing stock, [Alarum. They fight, and Peter strikes To every idle rascal follower. down his Master.

But be thou mild, and blush not at my shame; Hor. Hold, Peter, hold i I confess, I confess Nor stir at nothing, till the axe of death treason.

[Dres. Hang over thee, as, sure, it shortly will. York. Take away his weapon ;-Fellow, For Suffolk,-he that can do all in all, Thank God, and the good wine in thy master's With her, that hateth thee, and hates us all,-

And York, and impious Beaufort, that falso Peter Og God I have I overcome mine enemies priest, in this presence ? O Peter, thou hast prevaila Have all lim'd. bushes to betray thy wings, in right!

And, fly thou how thou canst, they'll tangle K. Hen. Go, take hence that traitor from our

thee : sight;

But fear not thou, until thy foot be snar'd, For, by his death, we do perceive his guilt: Nor never seek prevention of thy foes. And God, in justice, hath reveal'd to us

Glo. Ah, Nell, forbear; thou aimest all awry; The truth and innocence of this poor fellow, I must offend before I be attainted : Which he had thought to have murder'd wrong. And had I twenty times so many foes, fully.

And each of them had twenty times their power, Come, fellow, follow us for thy reward.

All these could not procure me any scathe, [Ereunt. So long as I am loyal, true, and crimeless.

Would'st have me rescue thee from this reSCENE IV. The same. A Street.

proach? Enter Gloster and Servants, in mourning Buti in danger for the breach of law..

Why, yet thy scandal were not wip'd away, Cloaks.

Thy greatest help is quiet, gentle Nell: Glo. Thus, sometimes hath the brightest day I pray thee, sort thy heart to patience ; a cloud;

These few days' wonder will be quickly worn. And, after summer, evermore succeeds Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold :

Enter a Herald. So cares and joys a bound, as seasons fleet. Her. I summon your grace to his majesty's Sirs, what's o'clock ?

parliament, holden at Bury the first of this next Serv. Ten, my lord.

month. Glo. Ten is the honr that was appointed me, Glo. And my consent ne'er ask'd herein before ! To watch the coming of my punish'd duchess : This is close dealing.-Well, I will be there. Uneath may she endure the finty streets,

(Erit Herald To tread them with her tender-feeling feet. My Nell, I take my leave :-and naster Sheriff, Sweet Nell, ill can thy noble mind abrook Let not her penance exceed the king's commisThe abject people, gazing on thy face,

sion. With envious looks, still laughing at thy shame; Sher. An't please your grace, here my comThat erst did follow thy proud chariot wheels, missions stays: When thou didst ride in triumph through the And Sir John Stanley is appointed now streets.

To take her with him to the Isle of Man. But, soft! I think, she comes; and I'll prepare Glo. Must you, Sir John, protect my lady My tear-stain's eyes to see her miseries.

here?

Stan. So am I given in charge, may't please Enter the Duchess of Gloster, in a white sheet,

your grace. with papers pinned upon her back, her feet bare, and a taper burning in her hand : Sir Yon nse her well : the world may laugh again;

Glo. Entreat her not the worse, in that I pray John Stanley, a Sheriff, and Officers.

And I may live to do you kindness, if Serv. So please your grace, we'll take her from You do it her. And so, Sir John, farewell

. the sherift:

Duch. What gone, my lord; and bid me not Glo. No, stir not, for your lives; let her pass by. farewell ? Duch. Come you, my lord, to see my open Glo. Witness my tears, I cannot stay to speak. shame?

(Ereunt Gloster and Servants. Now thou dost penance too. Look, how they Duch. Art thou gone too ? All comfort go with

thee ! See, how the giddy multitude do point,

For none abides with me; my joy is death : And nod their heads, and throw their eyes on Death, at whose name I oft have been afear'd, thee!

Because I wish'd this world's eternity.Ah, Gloster, hide thee from their hateful looks; Stanley, I pr’ythee, go, and take me hence ; And, in thy closet pent up, rue my shame, I care not whither, for I beg no favour, And ban thine enemies, both mine and thine. Only couvey me where thou art commanded. Glo. Be patient, gentle Nell; forget this grief. Stan. Why, madam, that is to the Isle of Man;

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There to be used according to your state. Upon my life, began her devilish practices:
Duch. That's bad enough, for I am but re- o. if he were not privy to those faults,
proach:

Yet by reputing of his high descent,
And shall I then be us'd reproachfully? (As next ihe king he was successive heir,)
Stan. Like to a duchess, and Duke Humphrey's And such high vaunts of his nobility,
lady,

Did instigate the bedlam brain-sick duchess,
According to that state you shall be used. Ly wicked means, to frame our sovereign's fall.
Duch. Sheriff, farewell, and better :han I fare; Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep;
Although thou hast been conduct of my shame! And in his simple show he harbours treason.
Sher. It is my office; and, madam, pardon me. The fox barks not, when he would steal the
Duch. Ay, ay, farewell; thy office is dis lamb.
charg'd..

No, no, my sovereign; Gloster is a man Come, Stanley, shall we go?

Unsounded yet, and full of deep deceit. Stan. Madam, your penance done, throw off Car. Did he not, contrary to form of law, this sheet,

Devise strange deaths for small offences done? And go we to attire you for our journey.

York. And did he not, in his protectorship, Duch. My shame will not be shisted with my Levy great sums of money through the realm, sheet;

For soldiers' pay in France, and never sent it? No, it will hang npon my richest robes, By means whereof, the towns each day reAnd show itsell, attire me how I can.

voited. Go, lead the way; I long to see my prison. Buck. Tut! these are petty faults to faults un

[Exeunt. known,

Which time will bring to light in smooth Duke

Humphrey.
ACT III.

K. Hen. My lords, at once: The care you have
SCENE I. The Abbey at Bury.
Enter to the Parliament, King Henry, Queen To mow down thorns that would annoy our
Margaret, Cardinal Beaufort, Suffolk, York, Is worthy praise: But shall I speak my con-
Buckingham, and others.

science ? K. Hen. I muse, my lord of Gloster is not Our kineman Gloster is as innocent come:

From meaning treason to our royal person, 'Tis not his wont to be the hindmost man, As is the sucking lamb, or harmless dove: Whate'er occasion keeps him from us now. The duke is virtuous, mild, and too well given, Q. Mar. Can you noi see? or will you not ob- To dream on evil, or to work my downfall.

Q. Mar. Ah, what's more dangerous than this The strangeness of his alter'd countenance ?

fond affiance? With what a majesty he bears himself ? Seems he a dove? his feathers are but borrow'd, How insolent of late he is become,

For he's disposed as the hateful raven. How proud, how peremptory, and unlike him. Is he a lamb? his skin is surely lent him, self?

For he's inclin'd as are the ravenous wolves. We know the time, since he was mild and Who cannot steal a shape, that means deceit? affable,

Take heed, my lord ; the welfare of us all And, if we did but glance a far-off look, Hangs on the cutting short that fraudful man. Immediately he was upon his knee, That all the court admir'd him for submission :

Enter Somerset. But meet him now, and, be it in the morn, Som. All health unto my gracious sovereign! When every one will give the time of day, K. Hen. Welcome, Lord Somerset. What He knits his brow, and shows an angry eye,

news from France ? And passeth by with stiff unbowed knee, Som. That all your interest in those territories Disdaining duty that to us belongs.

Is utterly bereft you; all is lost. Small curs are not regarded, when they grin: K. Hen. Cold news, Lord Somerset : But God's But great men tremble, when the lion roars:

will be done! And Humphrey is no little man in England. York. Cold news for me; for I had hope of First, note, that he is near you in descent;

France,
And should you fall he is the next will mount. As firmly as I hope for fertile England.
Me seemeth then, it is no policy,

Thus are my blossoms blasted in the bud,
Respecting what'a rancorous mind he bears, And caterpillars eat my leaves away:
And his advantage following your deceaze, -- But I will remedy this gear ere long,
That he should come about your royal person, Or sell my title for a glorious grave. (Aside
Or be admitted to your highness' council.

Enter Gloster. By flattery hath he won the commons' hearts: And, when he please to make commotion, Glo. All happiness unto my lord the king! 'Tis to be fear'a, they all will follow him. Pardon, my liege, that I have staid so long. Now 'tis the spring, and weeds are shallow. SuffNay, Gloster, know, that thou art come rooted;

too soon, Suffer them now, and they'll o'ergrow the gar- Unless thou wert more loyal than thou art:

I do arrest thee of high treason here. And choke the herbs for want or husbandry. Glo. Well, Suffolk, yet thou shalt not see me The reverent care, I bear unto my lord,

blush, Made me collect these dangers in the duke. Nor change my countenance for this arrest; If it be fond, call it a woman's fear;

A heart unspotted is not easily daunted. Which fear is better reasons can supplant, The purest spring is not so free from mud, I will subscribe and say- I wrongd the dake. As I am clear from treason to my sovereign : My lord of Suffolk,--Buckingham,--and York,- Who can accuse me? wherein am I guilty ? Reprove my allegation, if you can;

York. "Tis thought, my lord, that you took Or else conclude my words effectual.

bribes of France, Suff. Well hath your highness seen into this And, being protector, stayed the soldiers' pay; Guke;

By means whereof, his highness hath lost France. And, had I first been put to speak my mind, Glo. Is it but thought so? What are they tha I think I should have told your grace's tale.

think it? The duchess, by his subornation,

l I never robb'd the soldiers of their pay,

den,

deed;

first.

Nor ever had one penny bribe from France. Glo. Far truer spoke than meant; I lose in-
So help me God, as I have watch'd the night,-
Ay, night by night,-in studying good for Eng. Beshrew the winners, for they played me false !
land 1

And well such losers may have leave to speak. That doit that e'er I wrested from the king, Buck. He'll wrest the sense, and hold us here Or any groat I hoarded to my use,

all day : Be brought against me at my trial day! Lord cardinal, he is your prisoner. No! many a pound of mine own proper store, Car. Sirs, lake away the duke, and guard him Because I would not tax the needy commons,

sure. Have I dispersed to the garrisons,

Glo. Ah, thus King Henry throws away his And never ask'd for restitution.

crutch, Car. It serves you well, my lord, to say so Before his legs he firm to bear his body: much.

Thus is the shepherd beaten from thy side, Glo. I say no more than truth, so help me God! And wolves are gnarling who shall gnaw thee York. In your protectorship, you did devise Strange tortures for offenders, never heard of, Ah, that my fear were false ! ah, that it were ! That England was defam'd by tyranny. For, good King Henry, thy decay I fear. Glo. Why, 'tis well known, that whiles I was

(Ereunt Attendants, with Gloster. protector,

K. Hen. My lords, what to your wisdoms Pity was all the fault that was in me;

seemeth best, For I should melt at an offender's tears,

Do, or undo, as if ourself were here. And lowly words were ransom for their fault. Q. Mar. What, will your highness leave the Unless it were a bloody murderer,

parliament ? Or foul felonious thief that fleec'd poor pas- K. Hen. Ay, Margaret; my heart is drown'd sengers,

with grief, I never gave them condign punishment: Whose flood begins to flow within mine eyes; Murder, indeed, that bloody sin, I tortur'd My body round engirt with misery ; Above the felon, or what trespass else.

For what's more iniserable than discontent ? Suff. My lord, these faults are easy, quickly Ah, uncle Humphrey ! in thy face I see answer'd:

The map of honour, truth, and loyalty ! Bat mightier crimes are laid unto your charge, And yet, good Ilumphrey, is the hour to come, Whereof you cannot easily purge yourself. That e'er I prov'd thee false, or fear'd thy faith. I do arrest you in his highness' name;

What low'ring star now envies thy estate, And here commit you to my lord cardinal That these great lords, and Margaret our queen, To keep, until your further time of trial. Do seek subversion of thy harmless life? K. Hen. My lord of Gloster, 'tis my special Thou never didst them wrong, nor no man hope,

wrong ; That you will clear yourself from all suspects; And as the butcher takes away the calf, My conscience tells me, you are innocent. And binds the wretch, and beats it when it strays, Ġlo. Ah, gracious lord, these days are dan- Bearing it to the bloody slaughter-house ; gerons !

Even so, remorseless, have they borne him Virtue is chok'd with foul ambition,

hence. And charity chas'd hence by rancour's hand; And as the dam runs lowing up and down, foul subornation is predominant,

Looking the way her harmless yonng one went, And equity exil'd your highness' land.

And can do nought but wail her darling's loss : I know, their complot is to have my life; Even so myself bewails good Gloster's case, And, if my death might make this island happy, With sad unhelpful tears; and with dimm'deyes And prove the period of their tyranny,

Look after him, and cannot do him good; 1 would expend it with all willingness: So mighty are his vow'd enemies. But mine is made the prologue to their play ; His fortunes I will weep; and, 'twixt each groan, For thousands more, that yet suspect no peril, Say-Who's a traitor, Gloster he is none. Erit. Will not conclude their plotted tragedy.

Q. Mar. Free lords, cold snow melts with the Beaufort's red sparkling eyes blab his heart's sun's hot beams. malice,

Henry my lord is cold in great affairs, And Suffolk's cloudy brow, his stormy hate; Too full of foolish pity; and Gloster's show Sharp Buckingham unburdens with his tongue Beguiles him, as the mournful crocodile The envious load that lies upon his heart : With sorrow snares relenting passengers : And dogged York, that reaches at the moon, Or as the enake, roll'd in a flowering bank, Whose overweening arm I have pluck'd back, With shining checker'd slough, doth sting & By false accuse doth level at my life :

child, And you, my sovereign lady, with the rest, That, for the beauty, thinks it excellent. Causeless have laid disgraces on my head; Believe me, lords, were none more wise than 1, And, with your best endeavour, have stirr'd up My liefest liege to be mine enemy:

(And yet, herein, 1 judge mine own wit good.)

This Gloster should be quickly rid the world, Ay, all of you have laid your heads together, To rid us from the fear we have of him. Myself had notice of your conventicles,

Car. That he should die, is worthy policy ; And all to make away my guiltless life: But yet we want a colour for his death : I shall not want false witness to condemn me, 'Tis meet, he be condemn'd by course of law. Nor store of treasons to augment my guilt; Suff. But, in my mind, that were no policy: The ancient proverb will be well affected, The king will labour still to save his life; A staff is quickly found to beat a dog.

The commons haply rise to save his life; Car. My liege, his railing is intolerable: And we yet have but trivial argument, If those that care to keep your roya! person More than mistrnst, that shows him worthy From treason's secret knife, and traitor's rage, death. Be thus upbraided, chid, and rated at,

York. So that, by this, you would not have And the offender granted scope of speech,

him die. *Twill make them cool in zeal unto your grace. Suff. Ah, York, no man alive so fain as I.

Suff. Hath he not twit our sovereign lady here, York. 'Tis York that hath more reason for his
With ignominionswords, though clerkly couch'd, desth.
As if she had suborned some to swear

But, my lord cardinal, and you, my lord of False allegations to o'erthrow his state?

Suffolk,Q. Mar. Bat I can give the loser leave to chide. I Say as you think, and speak it from your souls,

Wer't not all one, an empty eagle were set York. I will, my lord, so please his majesty.
To guard the chicken from a hungry kite, Suff. Why, onr authority is his consent;
As place Duke Humphrey for the king's pro- And, what we do establish, he confirms
tector?

Then, noble York, take thou this task in hand. Q. Mar. So the poor chicken should be sure of York. I am content: Provide me soldiers, death.

lords, Suff. Madam, 'tis true; And wer't not madness Whiles I take order for mine own affairs. then

Suff. A charge, Lord York, that I will see To make the fox surveyor of the fold ?

perform'd. Who being accus'd a crafty murderer,

But now return we to the false duke Humphrey. His guilt should be but idly posted over,

Car. No more of him ; for I will deal with Because his purpose is not executed.

him, No; let him die, in that he is a fox,

That, henceforth, he shall tronble us no more. By nature prov'd an enemy to the flock, And so break off the day is almost spent : Before his chaps be staind with crimson blood; Lord Suffolk, you and I must talk of that event. As Humphrey, proy'd by reasons, to my liege. York. My lord of Suffolk, within fourteen And do not stand on quillets, how to slay him; days, Be it by gins, by snares, by subtilty,

At Bristol I expect my soldiers; Sleeping or waking, 'tis no matter how,

For there I'll ship them all for Ireland.

land. So he be dead; for that is good deceit

Suff. I'll see it truly done, my lord of York. Which mates him first, that first intends deceit.

(Ereunt all but York. Q. Mar. Thrice-noble Suffolk, 'us resolutely York. Now, York, or never, steel thy fearful spoke.

thoughts, Suff: Not resolute, except so much were done ; And change misdoubt to resolution: For things are often spoke, and seldom meant: Be that thou hop'st to be ; or what thou art But that my heart accordeth with my tongue,- Resign to death, it is not worth the enjoying: Seeing the deed is meritorious,

Let pale-fac'd 'fear keep with the mean-born And to preserve my sovereign from his foe,

man, Say but the word, and I will be his priest. And find no harbour in a royal heart. Car. But I would have himn dead, my lord of Faster than spring-time showers, comes thought Suftolk,

on thought ; Ere you can take due orders for a priest ; And not a thought, but thinks on dignity. Say, you consent, and censure well the deed, My brain, more busy than the labouring spider, And I'll provide his executioner,

Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies. I tender so the safety of my liege.

Well, nobles, well, 'lis politickly done, Suff. Here is my hand, the deed is worthy To send me packing with an host of men: doing.

I fear me, you but warm the starved snake, Q. Mor. And so say I.

Who, cherish'd in your breasts, will sting your York. And l: and now we three have spoke it, hearts. It skills not greatly who impugns our doom. 'Twas men I lack'd, and you will give them me: Enter a Messenger.

I take it kindly : yet, be well assur'd

You put sharp weapons in a madman's hands. Mess. Great lords, from Ireland am I come Whiles I in Ireland nourish a mighty band, amain,

1 will stir up in England some black storm, To signify-that rebels there are np,

Shall blow ten thousand souls to heaven of And put the Englishmen unto the sword;

hell; Send succours, lords, and stop the rage betime, And this fell tempest shall not cease to rage Before the wound do grow incurable;

Until the golden circuit on my head, For, being green, there is great hope of help. Like to the glorions sun's transparent beams, Car. A breach, that craves a quick expedient Do calm the fury of this mad-bred flaw. stop !

And, for a minister of my intent, What counsel give you in this weighty cause? I have seduced a headstrong Kentishman, York. 'That Somerset be sent as regent thither : John Cade of Ashford, 'Tis meet, that lucky ruler be employ'd ; To make commotion, as full well he can, Witness the fortune he hath had in France. Under the title of John Mortimer. Som. If York, with all his far fet policy, In Ireland have I seen this stubborn Cade Had been the regent there instead of me, Oppose himself against a troop of Kernes ; He never would have slaid in France so long. And fought so long, till that his thighs with

York. No, not to lose it all, as thou hast done: darts
I rather would have lost my life betimes, Were almost like a sharp-quill'd porcupine:
Than bring a burden of dishonour home, And, in the end being rescued, I have seen him
By staying there so long, till all were lost. Caper upright like a wild Morisco,
Show me one scar character'd on thy skin : Shaking the bloody darts, as he his bells.
Men's flesh preserv'd so whole, do seldom win. Full often, like a shag-hair'd crafty Kerne,
Q. Mar. Nay then, this spark will prove a Hath he conversed with the enemy;
raging fire,

And indiscover'd come to me again,
If wind and fuel be bronght to feed it with : And given me notice of their villanies.
No more, good York :-swee: Somersct, be This devil here shall be my substilute;

For that John Mortimer, which now is dead, Thy fortune, York, hadst thou been regent there, In face, in gait, in speech, he doth resemble: Might happily have prov'd far worse than his. By this I shall perceive the commons' mind, York. What, worse than nought ? nay, then a How they affect the house and claim of York. shame take all !

Say, he be taken, rack'd, and tortured: Som. And in the number, thee, that wishest I know, no pain, they can inflict upon him, shame!

Will make him say-I mov'd him to thos Car. My lord of York, try what your for arms. tune is,

Say, that he thrive, (as 'tis great like be will.) The uncivil Kerncs of Ireland are in arms, Why, then from Ireland come I with my And temper clay with blood of Englishmen:

strength, To Ireland will you lead a band of men, And reap the harvest which that rascal sow'd Collected choicely, from each county some, For, Himphrey being dead, as he shall be, And try your bap against the Irishmen? And Henry put apart the next for me.

still :

Estih

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