To blush and beautify the cheek again. 'But, see, his face is black, and full of blood; His eye-balls further out than when he liv'd, 'Staring full ghastly, like a strangled man: His hair uprear'd, his nostrils stretch'd with struggling;

His hands abroad display'd, as one that grasp'd And tugg'd for life, and was by strength subdu'd. 'Look on the sheets, his hair, you see, is sticking; His well-proportioned beard made rough and rugged,

Like to the summer's corn by tempest lodg'd. 'It cannot be, but he was murder'd here; 'The least of all these signs were probable.

Suff. Why, Warwick, who should do the duke to death?

'Myself, and Beaufort, had him in protection; And we, I hope, sir, are no murderers.

War. But both of you were vow'd duke Humphrey's foes;

And you, forsooth, had the good duke to keep: "Tis like, you would not feast him like a friend; And 'tis well seen, he found an enemy.

'Q. Mar. Then you, belike, suspect these noble

men

As guilty of duke Humphrey's timeless death. War. Who finds the heifer dead, and bleeding fresh,

And sees fast by a butcher with an axe,

But will suspect, 'twas he that made the slaughter?
Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest,
But may imagine how the bird was dead,
Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak?
Even so suspicious is this tragedy.

Q. Mar. Are you a butcher, Suffolk? where's
your knife?

Is Beaufort term'd a kite? where are his talons? Suff. I wear no knife, to slaughter sleeping men; But here's a vengeful sword, rusted with ease, That shall be scoured in his rancorous heart,

That slanders me with murder's crimson badge Say, if thou dar'st, proud lord of Warwickshire, That I am faulty in duke Humphrey's death.

[Exeunt Cardinal, Som. and others. War. What dares not Warwick, if false Suffolk dare him?

Q. Mar. He dares not calm his contumelious spirit,

Nor cease to be an arrogant controller,

Though Suffolk dare him twenty thousand times.
War. Madam, be still; with reverence may I say;
For every word, you speak in his behalf,
Is slander to your royal dignity.

Suff Blunt-witted lord, ignoble in demeanour!
If ever lady wrong'd her lord so much,
Thy mother took into her blameful bed
Some stern untutor'd churl, and noble stock
Was graft with crab-tree slip; whose fruit thou art,
And never of the Nevils' noble race.

War. But that the guilt of murder bucklers thee, And I should rob the deathsman of his fee, Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames, And that my sovereign's presence makes me mild, I would, false murderous coward, on thy knee Make thee beg pardon for thy passed speech, And say-it was thy mother that thou meant'st, That thou thyself wast born in bastardy: And, after all this fearful homage done, Give thee thy hire, and send thy soul to hell, Pernicious blood-sucker of sleeping men!

Suff. Thou shalt be waking, while I shed thy blood,

If from this presence thou dar'st go with me. War. Away even now, or I will drag thee hence: *Unworthy though thou art, I'll cope with thee, * And do some service to duke Humphrey's ghost. [Exeunt Suffolk and Warwick. *K. Hen. What stronger breast-plate than a heart untainted?

* Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just;

* And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, * Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. [A noise within.

Q. Mar. What noise is this?

Re-enter Suffolk and Warwick, with their weapons drawn.

'K. Hen. Why, how now, lords? your wrathful weapons drawn

Here in our presence? dare you be so bold?— Why, what tumultuous clamour have we here? Suff. The traitorous Warwick, with the men of Bury,

Set all upon me, mighty sovereign.

Noise of a crowd within. Re-enter Salisbury. *Sal. Sirs, stand apart; the king shall know your mind. [Speaking to those within. Dread lord, the commons send you word by me, Unless false Suffolk straight be done to death, Or banish'd fair England's territories,

They will by violence tear him from your palace, *And torture him with grievious ling'ring death. They say, by him the good duke Humphrey died; They say, in him they fear your highness' death; And mere instinct of love, and loyalty,

'Free from a stubborn opposite intent,

'As being thought to contradict your liking,'Makes them thus forward in his banishment. *They say, in care of your most royal person, *That, if your highness should intend to sleep, *And charge-that no man should disturb your rest, *In pain of your dislike, or pain of death; * Yet notwithstanding such a strait edict, * Were there a serpent seen, with forked tongue, *That slily glided towards your majesty, *It were but necessary, you were wak'd; *Lest, being suffer'd in that harmful slumber, *The mortal worm might make the sleep eternal:

(1) Deadly serpent:

*And therefore do they cry, though you forbid, *That they will guard you, whe'r you will, or no, *From such fell serpents as false Suffolk is; * With whose envenom'd and fatal sting, *Your loving uncle, twenty times his worth, *They say, is shamefully bereft of life.

Commons. [Within.] An answer from the king, my lord of Salisbury.

Suff. 'Tis like the commons, rude unpolish'd hinds,

Could send such message to their sovereign:
But you, my lord, were glad to be employ'd,
To show how quaint an orator you are :
But all the honour Salisbury hath won,
Is-that he was the lord ambassador,
Sent from a sort2 of tinkers, to the king.
Commons. [Within.] An answer from the king,
or we'll all break in.

'K. Hen. Go, Salisbury, and tell them all from me, 'I thank them for their tender loving care: And had I not been 'cited so by them, 'Yet did I purpose as they do entreat; For sure, my thoughts do hourly prophesy Mischance unto my state by Suffolk's means. And therefore,-by His majesty I swear, Whose far unworthy deputy I am,

'He shall not breathe infection in this air3 'But three days longer, on the pain of death. [Exit Salisbury. 'Q. Mar. O Henry, let me plead for gentle

Suffolk!

'K. Hen. Ungentle queen, to call him gentle

Suffolk.

No more, I say; if thou dost plead for him, Thou wilt but add increase unto my wrath. 'Had I but said, I would have kept my word;

(1) Dexterous.

(2) A

company.

(3) i. e. He shall not contaminate this air with his infected breath.

'But, when I swear, it is irrevocable :

*If, after three days' space, thou here be'st found * On any ground that I am ruler of,

*The world shall not be ransom for thy life.'Come, Warwick, come, good Warwick, go with

me;

'I have great matters to impart to thee.

[Exeunt K. Henry, Warwick, Lords, &c. 'Q. Mar. Mischance, and sorrow, go along with you!

'Heart's discontent, and sour affliction, 'Be playfellows to keep you company ! 'There's two of you; the devil make a third! ' And threefold vengeance tend upon your steps! *Suff: Cease, gentle queen, these execrations, *And let thy Suffolk take his heavy leave.

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

'Hast thou not spirit to curse thine enemies?
Suff. A plague upon them! wherefore should I
curse them?

Would curses kill, as doth the mandrake's groan,
'I would invent as bitter-searching terms,
*As curst, as harsh, and horrible to hear,
Deliver'd strongly through my fixed teeth,
With full as many signs of deadly hate,
As lean-fac'd Envy in her loathsome cave:
My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words :
Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint;
My hair be fix'd on end, as one distract;
Ay, every joint should seem to curse and ban:
And even now my burden'd heart would break,
Should I not curse them. Poison be their drink!
Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest that they taste!
Their sweetest shade, a grove of cypress trees!
Their chiefest prospect, murdering basilisks!
Their softest touch, as smart as lizards' stings!
Their music, frightful as the serpent's hiss;
And boding screech-owls make the concert full!
All the foul terrors in dark-seated hell-