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SCENE II. Bury. A Room in the Palace. And kill the innocent gazer with thy sight:
For in the shade of death I shall find joy:
In life, but double death, now Gloster's dead!
And for myself-foe as he was to me,
Might liquid tears, or heart-offending, groans,
Or blood-consuming sighs recall his life,
I would be blind with weeping, sick with 1 Mur. Here comes my lord.
Now, sirs, have you
Look pale as primrose, with blood-drinking Despatch'd this thing?
sighs, 1 Mur.
Ay, my good lord, he's dead. And all to have the noble duke alive. Suff. Why, that's well said. Go, get you to What know I how the world may deem of me? my house ;
For it is known we were but hollow friends;
So shall my name with slander's tongue be
This get I hy his death: Ah me, unhappy!
K. Hen. Ah, wo is me for Gloster, wretched
I am no loathsome leper, l. ok on me.
What, art thon, like the adder, waxen deaf?
Be poisonous too, and kill thy forlorn queen.
Is all thy comfort shut in Gloster's tomb?
Erit. Why, then dame Margaret was ne'er thy joy :
And make my image but an ale-house sign. Than from true evidence, of good esteem,
Was I, for this, nigh wreck'd upon the sea; He be approv'd in practice culpable.
And twice by awkward wind from England's
What boded this, but well forewarning wind
Did seem to say, -Seek not a scorpion's nest, content me much.
What did I then, but curse the gentle guste, Re-enter Suffolk.
And he that loos'd them from their brazen caves;
And bid them bluw towards England's blessed
Or turn our stern upon a dreadful rock ?
The pretty vaulting sea refus'd to drown me:
Knowing, that thou would'st have me drown'd Car. God's secret judgment :- I did dream on shore, to-night,
With tears as salt as sea through thy unkindThe duke was dumb, and could not speak a word.
[The King sioons. The splitting rocks cower'd in the sinking sands, Q. Mar. How fares my lord ?—Help, lords ! And would not dash me with their ragged the king is dead.
sides: Som. Rear np his body; wring him by the nose. Because thy flinty heart, more hard than they, Q. Mar. Run, go, help, help!-0 Henry, ope Might in thy palace perish Margaret. thine eyes !
As far as I could ken thy chalky cliffs,
I stood upon the hatches in the storm :
And when the dusky sky began to rob
A heart it was, bound in with d amonds,
ceiv'd it ;
His father's acts, commenc'd in burning 'Troy?
Ah me, I can no more! Die, Margaret!
For Henry weeps that thou dost live so long.
Noise within. Enter Warwick and Salisbury. War. But both of you were vow'd Duke HumThe Commons press to the door.
phrey's foes; IVar. It is reported, mighty sovereign,
And you, torsooth, had the good duke to keep That good Duke Humphrey traitorously is mur- 'Tis like, you would not feast him like a friend; der'd
And 'tis well seen he found an enemy. By Suffolk and the cardinal Beaufort's means. Q. Mar. Then you, belike, suspect these nobleThe commons, like an angry hive of bees,
men That want their leader, scaiter up and down,
As guilty of Duke Humphrey's timeless death. And care not who they sting in his revenge.
War. Who finds the heifer dead, and bleeding Myself have calm'd their spleentul mutiny,
fresh, Until they hear the order of his death.
And sees fast by a batcher with an axe, K. Hen. That he is dead, good Warwick, 'lis But will suspect, 'twas he that made the slaugh
too true; But how he died, God knows, not Henry :
Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest, Enter his chamber, view his breathless corpse,
But may imagine how the bird was dead, And comment then upon his sudden death.
Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak? War. That I shall do, my liege :Stay, Salis. Even so suspicious is this tragedy. bury,
Q. Mar. Are you the butcher, Suffolk, where's With the rude multitude, till I return.
your knife ? [Warwick goes
into an inner Room, and Is Beaufort term'd a kite ? where are his talons? Salisbury retires.
Suff. I wear no knife, to slaughter sleeping men; K. Hen. O thou that judgest all things, stay my Bat
here's a vengeful sword, rusled with ease, thoughts:
That shall be scoured in his rancorous heart, My thoughts, that labour to persuade my soul,
That slanders me with murder's crimson Some violent hands were laid on Humphrey's badge : life!
Say, if thou dar'st, prond lord of Warwickshire, If my suspect be false, forgive me, God; That I am faulty in duke Humphrey's death. For judgment only doth belong to thee!
[Eréunt Cardinal, Som and others. Fain would I go to chale his paly lips
War. What dares not Warwick, if false Suffolk With twenty thousand kisses, and to drain
dare him ? Upon his face, an ocean of salt tears;
Q. Mar. He dares not calm his contumelious To tell my love unto his dumb deaf trunk,
spirit, And with my fingers feel his hand unfeeling:
Nor cease to be an arrogant controller, But all in vain are these mean obsequies:
Though Suffolk dare him twenty thousand times. And to survey his dead and earthly image,
War. Madam, be still; with reverence may I What were it but to make my sorrow greater ? say ; The folding duors of an inner Chamber ore Is slander to your royal dignity:
For every word you speak in his behalf, thrown open, and Gloster is discovered dead Suff. Blunt-witted lord, ignoble in demeanouri in his Bed : 'Warwick and others standing If ever lady wrong'd her lord so much, by it.
Thy mother took into her baneful bed War. Come hither, gracious sovereign, view Some stern untutor'd charl, and noble stock this body.
Was graft with crab-tree slip; whose fruit thon K. Hen. That is to see how deep my grave is art, made:
And never of the Nevil's noble race. For, with his soul, fled all my worldly solace ; War. But that the guilt of murder bucklers thee, For seeing him, I see my life in death.
And I shonld rob the deathsman of his fee, War. As surely as my soul intends to live Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames, With that dread King, that took our state upon And that my sovereign's presence makes me him
mildi, To free us from his Father's wrathful curse, I wonld, false murderous coward, on thy knee I do believe that violent hands were laid Make the beg pardon for thy passed speech, Upon the life of this thrice famed duke.
And say it was thy mother that thon meani'st, Suff. A dreadful oath, sworn with a solemn That thou thyself wast born in bastardy ; tongue !
And, after all this fearful homage done, What instance gives Lord Warwick for his vow Give thee thy hire, and send thy soul to hell,
War. See how the blood is settled in his face! Pernicious bloodsucker of sleeping men!
S'uff Thou shalt be waking, while I shed thy
And do some service to Duke Humphrey's ghost. To blush and beautify the cheek again.
Ercunt Suffolk and Warwick. But, see, his face is black, and full of blood; K. Hen. What stronger breastplate than a heart His eyeballs further out than when he liv'd,
untainted ? Staring full ghastly, like a strangled man: Thrice is he armed, that hath his quarrel just; His hair upreard,' his nostrils stretch'd with And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, struggling ;
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. His hands abroad display'd, as one that grasp'd
(A noise within And tugg'd for life, and was by strength subdu'd. Q. Mar. What noise is this? Look on the sheets, his hair, you see, is sticking ; His well proportion'd beard made rough and Re-enter Suffolk and Warwick, with their Wea. rugged,
pons drawn. Like to the summer's corn by tempest lodg'd. K. Hen. Why, how pow. lords ? your wrathful It cannot be, but he was murder'd' here; The least of all these signs were probable.
Here in onr presence ? da e you be so bold ?Suff. Why, Warwick, who should do the duke Why, what tumultuous c.amour have we here?
to death? Myself, and Beaufort, had him in protection ;
Suf. The traitorsus Warwick, with the nien of And we, I hope, sir, are no murderers. Set all upon me, mighty sovereigu.
Noise of a Crowd within. Re-enter Salisbury. Hast thou not spirit to curse thine enemies ? Sal. Sirs, stand apart; the king shall know your Suff. Arslagen pon ther! where.ore should I mind.
Speaking to those within. Would curses kill, as doth the mandrake's groan, Dread lord, the commons send you word by me, I would invent as bitter-searching terms, Unless false Suffolk straight be done to death, Or banished fair England's territories,
As curst, as harsh, and horrible to hear, They will by violence tear him frorn your palace, With full as many signs of deadly hate,
Deliver'd strongly through my fixed teeth, And torture him with grievous ling'ring death. They say, by him the good Duke Humphrey My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words;
As lean-fac'd Envy in her loathsome cave : They say, in him they fear your highness' death ; My hair be fix'd on end, as one distract;
Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint; And mere instinct of love and loyalty, Free from a stubborn opposite intent,
Ay, every joint should seem to curse and ban :
And even now my burden'd heart would break, As being thought to cont. adict your liking,
Should I not curse them. Poison be their drink! Makes them thus forward in his banishment.
Gall, worse than gall, the dainties that they taste! They say, in care of your most royal person,
Their sweetest shade, a grove of cypress trees! That, if your highness should intend to sleep, And 'charge-that no man should disturb your Their softest touch, as smart as lizards' stings!
Their chiesest prospect, murdering basilisks ! rest,
Their musick, frightful as the serpent's hiss; In pain of your dislike, or pain of death;
And boding screechowls make the concert full! Yet notwithstanding such a strait edict,
All the foul terrors in dark-seated hell Were there a serpent seen, with forked tongue,
R. Mar. Enough, sweet Suffolk; thou tor. That slily glided toward your majesty,
ment'st thyself; It were but necessary you were wak'd;
And these dread curses-like the sun 'gainst Lest, being suffer'd in that harmful slumber, The mortal worm might make the sleep eternal; Or like an overcharged gun, -recoil,
glass, And therefore do they cry, though you forbid, That they will guard you, whe'r you will, or no, Suff. You bade me ban, and will you bid me
And turn the force of them upon thyself. From such fell serpents as false Suffolk is;
leave? With whose en venomed and fatal sting Your loving uncle, twenty times his worth,
Now, by the ground that I am banish'd from,
Well could I curse away a winter's night, They say, is shamefully bereft of life. Commons. [Within | An answer from the king, Where biting cold vould never let grass grow,
Thongh standing naked on a morintain top, my lord of Salisbury.
And think it but a minute spent in sport Suf. 'Í'is like the cominons, rude unpolish'd Q. Mar. O, let me entrcai thee, cease! Give me
hinds, Could send such message to their sovereign :
That I may dew it with my mournful tears; But you, my lord, were glad to be employ'd, Nor let the rain of heaven wet this place, To show how quaint an orator you are : But all the honour Salisbury hath won,
To wash away my wosul monuments. Is--that he was the loril ambassador,
0, could this kiss be printed in thy hand; Sent from a sort of tinkers to the king.
(Kisses his hand. Commons. Within. 1 An answer from the king, Through whom a thousand sighs are breath'd for
That thou might'st think upon these by the seal, or we'll all break in.
thee! K. Hen. Go, Salisbury, and tell them all from So, get thee gone, that I may know my grief;
me, I thank them for their tender loving care ;
"l'is but surmis'd whilst thou art standing by,
As one that surfeits thinking on a want. And had I not been cited so by them,
I will repeal thee, or, be well assurd,
Adventure to be banished myself;
Go, speak not to me; even now be gone.-
o, go not yet !- Even thus two friends con
demn'a He shall not breathe infection in this air
Embrace, and kiss, and take ten thousand leaves, But three days longer, on the pain of death.
Loather a hundred times to part than die.
Erit Salisbury: Yet now farewell; and farewell life with thee! Q. Mar.. Henry, let me plead for gentle Suf. Suff. Thus is poor Suffolk ten times banished,
folk! K. Hen. Ungentle queen, to call him gentle Suf- 'Tis not the land I care for, wert thou hence;
Onee, by the king, and three times thrice by thec, folk.
A wilderness is populous enough, No more, I say ; if thou dost plead for him,
So Suffolk had thy heavenly company : Thou wilt but add increase unto my wrath. For where thou art, there is the world itself, Had I but said, I would have kept my word:
With every several pleasure in the world;
And where thou art not, desolation.
Myself no joy in nought, but that thou liv'st. Come Warwick, come, good Warwick, go with
Enter Varix. me:
Q. Mar. Whither goes Vaux so fast? what I have great matters to impart to thee.
news, I pr'ythee? (Ereunt K. Henry, Warwick, Lords, &c. Vaux. To signily unto his majesty, Q. Mar Mischance, aud sorrow go along with That cardinal Beaufort is at point of death :
For suddenly a grievous sickness took him, Heart's discontent, and sour affliction; That makes him gasp, and stare, and catch the
air, There's two of you, the devil make a third ! Blaspheming God, and cursing men on earth. And threefold vengeance tend upon your steps! Sometime, he talks as if Duke Humphrey's ghost
Suff Cease, gentle queen, these execrations, Were by his side ; sometime, he calls the king,
And I am sent to tell his majesty
That even now he cries alond for him.
War. So bad a death argues a monstrous life. Q. Mar. Go, tell this heavy message to the king. K. Hen. Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all
(Exit Vaux. Close up his eyes, and draw the curtain close; Ah me! what is this world? what news are these? And let us all to meditation.
(Eseunte But wherefore grieve I at an hour's poor loss, Omitting Suffolk's exile, my soul's treasure ?
ACT IV. Why only, Suffolk, mourn I not for thee,
SCENE I. Kent. The Seashore near Dover. And with the southern clonds contend in tears; Theirs for the earth's increase, mine for my sor- Firing heard at Sea. Then enter, from a Boat,
a Captain, a Master, a Master's Mate, Walter rows? Now, get thee hence : The king, thou know'st, is
Whitmore, and others;, with them Suffolk, coming :
and other Gentlemen, prisoners. If thou be found by me, thou art but dead. Cap. The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Suff. If I depart from thee, I cannot live : Is crept into the bosom of the sea; And in thy sight to die, what were it else, And now loud howling wolves arouse the jades But like a pleasant slumber in thy lap ?
That drag the tragick melancholy night; Here could I breathe my soul into the air, Who with their drowsy, slow, and flagging wings As mild and gentle as the cradle babe,
Clip dead men's graves, and from their misty jaws Dying with mother's dng between its lips: Breathe foul contagious darkness in the air. Where, from thy sight, I should be raging mad, Therefore, bring forth the soldiers of our prize; And cry out for thee to close up mine eyes, For, whilst our pinnace anchors in the Dowus, To have thee with thy lips to stop iny mouth; Here shall they make their ransom on the sand, So should'st thou either turn my flying soul, Or with their blood stain this discolour'd shore. Or I should breathe it so into thy body,
Master, this prisoner freely give I thee And then it liv'd in sweet Elysium.
And thou that art his mate, make boot of this; To die by thee, were but to die in jest; The other, (pointing to Sutfolk,] Walter White From thee to die, were torture more than death; more, is thy share. 0, let me stay, befall what may befall.
1 Gent. What is my ransom, master ? let me Q. Mar. Away! tho'parting be a frettul cor’sive, know. It is applied to a deathful wound.
Mast. A thousand crowns, or else lay down To France, sweet Suffolk: Let me hear from thee:
your head. For wher-soe'er thou art in this world's globe, Mate. And so much shall you give, or off goes I'll have an Iris that shall find thce out.
yours. Suff. I go.
Cap. What, think you much to pay two thou Q." Mar. And take my heart with thee.
sand crowns, Suff. A jewel, lock'd into the woful'st cask And bear the name and port of gentlemen ?That ever did contain a thing of worth.
Cut both the villains' throats;-or die you shall; Even as a splitted bark, so sunder we;
The lives of those which we have lost in fight This way fall I to death.
Cannot be counterpois'd with such a petty sum. Q. Mar.
This way for me. 1 Gent. I'll give ii, sir; and therefore spare my [Exeunt, severally. life.
2 Gent. And so will I, and write home for it SCENE III. London.
straight Cardinal Beaufort's Bedchamber.
Whit. I lost mine eye in laying the prize aboard,
And therefore to revenge it, shalt thon die; Enter King Henry, Salisbury, Warwick, and
[T6 Suffolk. others. The Cardinal in Bed; Attendants And so should these, if I might have my will. with him.
Cap. Be not so rash; take ransom, let him live. K. Hen. How fares my lord ? spcak, Beaufort, Suff. Look on my George, I am a gentleman; to thy sovereign.
Rate me at what thou wilt, thou shalt be paid. Car. If thou best death, I'll give thee Eng Whit. And so am I ; my name is Walter Whitland's treasure,
more. Enough to purchase such another island, How now ? why start'st thou ? what, doth death So thou wilt let me live, and feel no pain.
affright? K. Hen. Ah, what a sign it is of evil life, Suf. Thy name affrights me, in whose sound When death's approach is seen so terrible!
is death. War. Beanfort, it is thy sovereign speaks to thee. A cunning man did calculate my birth, Car. Bring me unto my trial when you will. And told me-that hy Water I should die: Died he not in his bed ? where should he die ? Yet let not this make thee be bloody minded; Can I make men live, whe'r they will or no 2-Thy name is Gualtier, being rightly sonnded. O! torture me no more, I will confess. - Whit Gualtier, or Walter, which it is, I care Alive again ? then show me where he is ;
not ; I'll give a thousand pound to look upon him. Ne'er yet did base dishonour blur our name, He hath no eyes, the dust hath blinded thein. But with our sword we wip'd away the blot; Comb down his hair: look! look! it stands up- Therefore, when merchant-like I sell revenge, right,
Broke be my sword, my arms torn and defac'd, Like lime-twigs set to catch my winged soul !- And I proclaim'd a coward through the world, Give me some drink; and bid the apothecary
(Lays hold on Suffolk. Bring the strong poison that I bought of him. Suff. Stay, Whitmore; for thy prisoner is a K. Hen. O thou eternal Mover of the heavens, prince, Look with a gentle eye upon this wretch ! The duke of Suffolk, William de la Poole. O, beat away the busy meddling fiend,
Whit. The duke of Suffolk, muffled up in rags! That lays strong siege unto this wretch's soul, Suff. Ay, but these rags are no part of the duke; And from his bosom purge this black despair! Jove sometime went disguis'd, and why not !?" War. See, how the pangs of death do make Cap. But Jove was never slain, as thou shalt be. him grin.
Suff. Obscure and lowly swain, King Henry's Sal. Disturb him not, let him pass peaceably. blood, K. Hen. Peace to his soul, if God's good The honourable blood of Lancaster, pleasure be!
Must not be shed by such a jaded groom. Lord cardinal, if thou think'st on heaven's bliss, Hast thou not kiss'd thy hand, and held my Hold up thy hand, make signal of thy hope
stirrup? He dies, and makes no sign; O God, forgive him !| Bare-headed plodded by my footcloth mude,
And thought thee happy when I shook my head ? Us'd to command, untanght to plead for favour. How often hast thou waiced at my cup,
Far be it, we should honour such as these Fed from my trencher, kneel'd down at the board, With humble suit; no, rather let iny head When I have feasted with Queen Margaret? Stoop to the block, than these knees bow to any, Remember it, and let it make thee crest-fall’n; Save to the God of heaven, and to my king; Ay, and allay this thy abortive pride:
And sooner dance upon a bloody pole, How in our voiding lobby hast ihou stood, Than stand uncoverd to the vulgar groom. And duly waited for my coming forth ?
True nobility is exempt from fear :-
That this my death may never be forgot!
Marder'd sweet Tully; Brutus' bastard hand Cap. Convey him hence, and on our longboat's Stabb’d Julius Cæsar; savage islanders, side
Pompey the Great: and Suffolk dies by pirates Strike off his head.
(Exit Suff with Whit, and others. Suff
Thou dar'st not for thy own. Cap. And as for these whose ransom we have Cap. Yes, Poole.
set, Suff. Poole?
It is our pleasure, one of them depart:Сар.
Poole ? Sir Poole ? lord ? Therefore come you with us, and let him go. Ay, kennel, pnddle, sink; whose filth and dirt
(Exeunt all but the first Gentleman. Troubles the silver spring where England drinks. Now will I dam up this thy yawning mouth,
Re-enter Whitmore, with Suffolk's Body. For swallowing the treasure of the realm :
Whit. There let his head and lifeless body lie,
Erit. Thy lips, that kiss'd the queen, shall sweep the Until the queen his mistress bury it. ground;
1 Gent. O barbarous and bloody spectacle ! And thou, that smil'dst at good Duke Hum. His body will I bear unto the king phrey's death,
If he revenge it not, yet will his friends : Against the senseless winds shalt grin in vain, So will the queen, that living held him dear. Who in contempl, shall hiss at thee again:
(Exit, with the Body. And wedded be thou to the hags of hell,
SCENE II. Blackheath.
Enter George Bevis and John Holland. Having neither subject, wealth, nor diadem. Geo. Come, and get thee a sword, though made By devilish policy árt thou grown great, of a lath; they have been up these two days. And, like ambitious Sylla, overgorg'd
John. They have the more need to sleep now With gobbets of thy mother's bleeding heart. then. By thee, Anjou and Maine were sold to France : Geo. I tell thee, Jack Cade the clothier means The false revolting Normans, thorough thee, to dress the commonwealth, and turn it, and set Disdain to call us lord ; and Picardy
a new nap upon it. Hath slain their governors, surpris'd our forts, John. So he had need, for 'tis threadbare. And sent the ragged soldiers wounded home. Well, I say, it was never merry world in Eng. The princely Warwick, and the Nevils all, land, since gentlemen came np. Whose dreaiful swords were never drawn in vain, Geo. O miserable age! Virtue is not regarded As hating thee, are rising up in arms:
in handicrafts-men. And now the house of York-thrust from the John. The nobility think scorn to go in leather crown,
aprons. By shameful' murder of a guiltless king, Geo. Nay more, the king's council are no And lofty proud encroaching tyranny, - good workmen. Burns with revenging fire: whose hopeful colours John. True; And yet it is said, -Labour in Advance our hall-fac'd sun, striving to shine, thy vocation, which is as much as to say, as,Under the which is writ-Invitis nubibus. lei the magistrates be labouring men; and thereThe commons here in Kent are up in arms: fore should we be magistrates. Aud, to conclude, reproach, and beggary, Geo. Thou hast hit it: for there's no better Is crept into the palace of onr king,
sign of a brave mind, than a hard hand. And all by thee :-Away! convey him hence John. I see them! I see them! There's Best's Suff. o that I were a god, to shoot forth thunder son, the tanner of Wingham; Upon these paltry, servile, abject drudges ! Geo. He shall have the skins of our enemies, Small things make base men proud: this villain to make dog's leather of.
John. And Dick the butcher, Being captain of a pinnace, threatens more Geo. Then is sin struck down like an ox, and Than Bargplus the strong Illyrian pirate. iniquity's throat cut like a calf. Drones suck not eagles' blood, but rob bee-bives. John. And Smith the weaver:It is impossible, that I should die
Geo. Argo, their thread of life is spun. Ry such a lowly vassal as thyself.
John. Come, come, let's fall in with them. Thy words move rage, and not remorse, in me; Drum. Enter Cade, Dick the Butcher, Smith I go of message from the queen to France ; I charge thee, waft me safely cross the channel.
the Wearer, and others in great number. Cap. Walter,
Cade. We John Cade, so termed of our supWhit. Come, Suffolk, I must waft thee to thy posed father, death.
Dick. Or rather, of stealing a cade of herrings Suff. Gelidus timor occupat artis ; 'tis thee I
[ Aside fear.
Cnde for our enemies shall fall before us, inWhit. Thou shalt have cause to fear, before I spired with the spirit of putting down kings and leave thee.
princes. -Command silence. What, are ye daunted now? now will ye stoop? | Dick. Silence ! i Gent. My gracious lord, enireat hím, speak Cade. My father was a Mortimer, him fair.
Dick. He was an honest man, and a good brick Suf. Suffolk's imperial tongue is stern and layer.
Cade. My mother a Plantagenet,