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And, for a minister of my intent,

Q. Mar. Run, go, help, help!-0, Henry, ope thine I have seduc'd a headstrong Kentishman,

eyes ! John Cade of Ashford,

Suf. He doth revive again; ----Madam, be patient. To make commotion, as full well he can,

K. Hen. O heavenly God! Under the title of John Mortimer.

Q. Mar. How fares my gracious lord ? In Ireland have I seen this stubborn Cade

Suf.Comfort,my sovereign! gracious Henry, comfort!
Oppose himself against a troop of Kernes;

K. IIen. What, doth my lord of Suffolk comfort me?
And fought so long, till that his thighs with darts Came he right now to sing a raven's note,
Were almost like a sharp-quill'd porcupine:

Whose dismal tune bereft my vital powers;
And, in the end being rescu’d, I have seen him And thinks he, that the chirping of a wren,
Caper upright like a wild Mórisco,

By crying comfort from a hollow breast, Shaking the bloody darts, as he his bells.

Can chase away the first-conceived sound? Full often, like a shag-hair'd crafty Kerne, Hide not thy poison with such sugard words. Hath he conversed with the enemy;

Lay not thy hands on me; forbear, I say; And undiscover'd come to me again,

Their touch allrights me, as a serpent's sting. And given me notice of their villainies.

Thou baleful messenger, out of my sight!
This devil here shall be my substitute;

Upon thy eye-balls murd’rous tyranny
For that Jolin Mortimer, which now is dead, Sits in grim majesty, to fright the world.
In face, in gait, in speech, he doth resemble: Look not upon me, for thine eyes are wounding:-
By this I shall perceive the commons' mind, Yet do not go away. — Come, basilisk,
How they allect the house and claim of York. And kill the innocent gazer with thy sight:
Say, he be taken, rack'd, and tortured ;

For in the shade of death I shall find joy;
I know, no pain, they can inflict upon him, In life, but double death, now Gloster's dead.
Will make him say--I mov'd him to those arms. Q. Mar. Why do you rate my lord of Suffolk thus ?
Say, that he thrive, (as 'tis great like he will,) Although the duke was enemy to him,
Why, then from Ireland come I with my strength, Yet he, most christian-like, laments his death :
And reap the harvest which that rascal sow'd : And for myself, -foe as he was to me,
For, Humphrey being dead, as he shall be, Might liquid tears, or heart-oflending groans

, And Henry put apart, the next for me. (Exit. Or blood-consuming sighs recall his life, SCENE II. Bury. A room in the palace. I would be blind with weeping, sick with groans,

Enter certain Murderers hastily. Look pale as primrose, with blood-drinking sighs, 1 Mur, Run to my lord of Suffolk; let him know, And all to have the noble duke alive. We have despatch'd the duke, as he commanded. What know I how the world may deem of me?

2 Mur. O, that it were to do!- What have we done? For it is known, we were but hollow friends ;
Didst ever hear a man so penitent?

It may be judg’d, I made the duke away:

So shall my naine with slander's tongue be wounded, 1 Mur. Here comes my lord.

And princes' courts be fill’d with my reproach. Suf. Now, sirs, have you

This get I by his death. Ah me, unhappy! Despatch'd this thing?

To be a queen, and crown'd with infamy! 1 Mur. Ay, my good lord, he's dead.

K. Hen. Ah, woe is me for Gloster, wretched man! Suf. Why, that's well said.' Go, get you to my house; 0. Mar. Be woe for me, more wretched than he is. I will reward you for this venturous deed.

What, dost thou turn away, and hide thy face?
The king and all the peers are here at hand.- I am no loathsome leper, look on me.
Have you laid fair the bed ? are all things well, What, art thou, like the adder, waxen deaf?
According as I

directions ?

Be poisonous too, and kill thy forlorn queen.
Mur 'Tis, my good lord.

Is all thy comfort shut in Glòster's tomb? Suf. Away, be gone! [Exeunt Murderers. Why, then dame Margaret was ne'er thy joy: Enier King Henry, Queen MARGARET, Cardinal Beau- Erect his statue then, and worship it,

FORT, SOMERSET, Lords, and Others. And make my image but an alehouse sign. K. Ilen. Go, call our uncle to our presence straight: Was I, for this, nigh wreck'd upon the sea; Say, we intend to try his grace to-day,

And twice by aukward wind from England's bank If he be guilty, as 'tis published.

Drove back again unto my native clime?
Suf. I'll call him presently, my noble lord. (Exit. What boded this, but well-forewarning wind

K. Hen.Lords, take your places;—and I pray you all, Did seem to say,- Seek not a scorpion's nest,
Proceed vo straiter 'gainst our uncle Gloster, Nor set no footing on this unkind shore?
Than from true evidence, of good esteem,

What did I then, but curs'd the gentle gusts,
He be approv'd in practice culpable.

And he that loos’d them from their brazen caves ; Q. Mar. God forbid any malice should prevail, And bid them blow towards England's blessed shores, That faultless may condemn a nobleman!

Or turn our stern upon a dreadful rock?
Pray God, he may acquit him of suspicion ! Yet Aeolus would not be a murderer,
K. llen. I thank thee, Margaret; these words con- But left that hateful office noto thee:
tent me much. -

The pretty vaulting sea refus'd to drown me;
Re-enter SUFFOLK.

Knowing, that thou would'st have me drown'd on
How now? whylook'st thou pale? why tremblest thou? shore,
Where is our uncle? what is the matter, Suffolk? With tears as salt'as sea, through sthy unkindness:
Suf. Dead in his bed, my lord; Gloster is dead.

The splitting rocks cow'rd in the sinking sands, Q. Mar. Marry, God forefend!

And would not dash me with their ragged sides : car. God's secret judgment:-I did dream to-night, Because thy flinty heart, more hard than they, The duke was dumb, and could not speak a word. Might in thy palace perish Margaret.

{The King swoons. As far as I could keu thy chalky cliffs, Q. Mar. How fares my lord ?--Help, lords ? the king When from the shore the tempest beat us back, is dead.

I stood upon the hatches in the storm : Som. Rear up his body; wring him by the nose. And when the dusky sky began to rob

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My earnest-gaping sight of thy land's view, Blit, see, his face is black, and full of blood;
I took a costly jewel from my neck, -

His eye-balls farther out than when he liv'd,
A heart it was, bound in with diamonds,

Staring full ghastly like a strangled man:
And threw it towards thy land; the sea receiv'd it; His hair uprear’d, his nostrils stretch'd with strug-
And so, I wish'd, thy body might my heart :

And even with this, I lost fair England's view, His hands abroad display'd, as one that grasp'd
And bid mine eyes be packing with my heart: And tugg'd for life, and was by strength subdu'd.
And call’d them blind and dusky spectacles, Look on the sheets, his liair, you see, is sticking;
For losing ken of Albion's wished coast.

His well-proportion'd beard made rough and rugged,
Ilow often have I tempted Suifolk's tongue

Like to the summer's corn by tempest lodg'd. (The agent of thy foul inconstancy,)

It cannot be, but he was murder'd here;
To sit and witch me, as Ascanius did,

The least of all these signs were probable.
When he to madding Dido would unfold

Suf. Why, Warwick, who should do the duke to
His father's acts, commenc'd in burning Troy?

Am I not witch'd like her? or thou not false like him? Myself, and Beaufort, had him in protection;
Ah me, I can no more! Die, Margaret!

And we, I hope, sir, are no morderers.
For Henry weeps that thon dost live so long. l'ar. But both of you were vow'd duke Humphrey's
Noise within. Enter WARWICK and SaLisBCRY. foes ;
The Commons press to the door.

And you, 'forsooth, had the good dake to keop:
IVar. It is reported, mighty sovereign,

'Tis like, you would not least him like a friend;
That good duke Humphrey traitorously is murder'd And ’tis well seen he found an enemy,
By Sufiolk and the cardinal Beaufort's means. Q. Mar. Then you, belike, suspect these noblemen
The commons, like an angry hive of bees,

As guilty of duke Humphrey's timeless death.
That want their leader, scatter up and down, War. Who finds the heifer dead, and bleeding fresh,
And care not who they sting in his revenge. And sees fast by a butcher with an axe,
Myself have calmd their spleevful mutiry, But will suspect, 'twas he that made the slangliter?
Until they hear the order of his death.

Who finds the partridge in the puttock’s nest,
K. Hen. That he is dead, good Warwick, 'tis too But may imagine how the bird was dead,

Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak?
But how he died, God knows, not Henry : Even so suspicious is this tragedy.
Enter his chamber, view his breathless corpse, Q. Mar. Are you the butcher, Suffolk; where's your
And comment then upon his sudden death.

War. That I shall do, my liege. —Stay, Salisbury, Is Beaufort term’d a kite? where are his talons ?
With the rude multitude, till I return.

Suf. I wear no knife, to slaughter sleeping men; [Warwick goes into an inner room, and But here's a vengeful sword, rusted with ease, Salisbury retires.

That shall be scoured in his rancorous heart, K. Hen. O thou, that judgest all things, stay my That slanders me with murder's crimson badge: thoughts;

Say, if thou ciar’st, proud lord of Warwickshire, My thonghts, that labour to persuade my soul, 'That I am faulty in duke Humphrey's death. Some violent hands were laid on Humphrey's life!

Exeunt Cardinal, Šom, and Others. If my suspect be false, forgive me, God;

War. What. dares not Warwick, if false Suffolk For judgment only doth belong to thee!

dare him? Fain would I go to chafe his paly lips

Q. Mar. He dares not calm his contumelious spirit,
With twenty thousand kisses, and to drain

Nor cease to be au arrogant controller,
Upon his face an ocean of salt tears ;

Though SusTolk dare him twenty thousand times..
To tell my love unto his dumb deaf trunk,

War. Madam, be still ; with reverence may I say;
And with my fingers feel his land unfeeling: For every word you speak in his behalf,
But all in vain are these mean obsequies ;

Is slander to your royal dignity.
And to survey his dead and earthly image,

Suf. Blunt-witted lord, ignoble in demeanour!
What were it but to make my sorrow greater ? If ever lady wroog’d her lord so much,
The folding doors of an inner chamber are thrown Thy mother took into her blameful bed

open, and Gloster is discovered dead in his Some stern untutor'd churl, and noble stock
bed: Warwick and Others standing by it. Was graft with crabtree slip; whose fruit thou art,
War. Come hither , gracious sovereign, view this and never of the Nevils' noble race.

War. But that the guilt of murder bucklers thee,
K. Ilen. That is to see how deep my grave is made: And I should rob the deathsman of his fee,
For, with his soul, fled all my worldly solace; Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shaincs,
For seeing him, I see my life in death.

And that my sovereign's presence makes me mild,
War. As surely as my soul indends to live I would, false murderous coward, on thy knee
With that dread King, that took our state upon him, Make thee beg pardou for thy passed speech,
To free us from his father's wrathful curse, And say, -it was thy mother, that thou mcant'st,
I do believe, that violent hands were laid

That thou thyself wast born in bastardy:
Upon the life of this thrice-famed duke.

And, after all this fearful homage done,
Suf. A dreadful oath, sworn with a solemn tongue! Give thee thy hire, and send thy soul to hell,
What instance gives lord Warwick for his vow ? Pernicious bloodsucker of sleeping men !

War, See, how the blood is settled in his face! Suf. Thou shalt be waking, while I shed thy blood,
Oft have I seen a timely-parted ghost,

If from this presence thou dar'st go with me.
of ashy semblance, meager, pale, and bloodless War. Away even now, or I will drag thee hence:
Being all descended to the labouring heart; Unworthy though thou art, I'll cope with thee,
Who, in the conflict that it holds with death, And do some service to duke Humphrey's ghost.
Attracts the same for aidance 'gainst the enemy;

(Exeunt Suffolk and Warwick. Which with the heart therecools, and ne'er returneth K. Hen. What stronger breast-plate than a heart To blush and beautify the cheek again.


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Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just; The world shall not be ransom for thy life. -

And And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Come, Warwick, come, good Warwick, go with me; Ica Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. I have great matters to impart to thee.

(A noise within.

[Exeunt K. Henry, Warwick, Lords, etc. Q. Mar. What noise is this?

Q. Mar. Mischance, and sorrow, go along with you!
Re-enter SUFFOLK and WARWICK, with their wea- Heart's discontent, and sour affliction,
Be playfellows to keep you company!

TO K. Hen. Why, how now, lords? your wrathful There's two of you ; the devil make a third,

Th weapons drawn

And threefold vengeance tend upon your steps! For Here in our presence? dare you be so bold ?-- Suf. Cease, gentle queen, these execrations,

Th Why, what tumultuous clamour have we here? And let thy Suffolk take his heavy leave.

BLE Suf. The traitorous Warwick, with the men of Bury, Q. Mar. Fyc, coward woman, and soft-hearted

So Set all upon me, mighty sovereign.


WV Noise of a crowd within. Re-enter SALISBURY, Hast thou not spirit to curse thine enemies?

An Sul. Sirs, stand apart; the king shall know your Suf. A plague upon them! wherefore should I curse Th mind. [Speaking to those within. them?

An Dread lord, the commons send you word by me, Would curses kill, as doth the mandrake's groan, Th Unless false Suffolk straight be done to death, I would invent as bitter-searching terms,

QOr banished fair England's territories,

As curst, as harsh, and horrible to hear, They will by violence tear him from your palace, Deliver'd strongly through my fixed teeth,

Ah And torture him with grievous ling’ring death. With full as many signs of deadly hate,

But They say, by him the good duke Humphrey died; As lean-fac'd Envy in her loathsome cave:

On They say, in him they fear your highness' death: My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words ; 10 And mere instinct of love, and loyalty, —

should sparkle like the beaten flintį

Free from a stubborn opposite intent,
My hair be fix'd on end, as one distract;

Th As being thought to contradict your liking, - Ay, every joint should seem to curse and ban : Makes them thus forward in his banishment. And even now my burden'd heart would break, They say, in care of your most royal person, Should I not curse them. Poison be their drink! If That, if your highness should intend to sleep, Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest that they taste! And charge - that no man should disturb your rest, Their sweetest shade, a grove of cypress trees! A In pain of your dislike, or pain of death; Their chiefesť prospects, murdering basilisks!

B Yet notwithstanding such a strait edict,

Their softest touch, as smart as lizards' stings! Were there a serpent seen, with forked tongue, Their music, frightful as the serpent's hiss; That slily glided towards your majesty,

And boding screech-owls make the concert fall!
It were but necessary, you were wak'd;

All the foul terrors in dark-seated hell
Lest, being suffer'd in that harmful slumber, Q. Mar. Enough, sweet Suffolk; thou torment'st
The mortal worm might make the sleep eternal: thyself;
And therefore do they cry, though you forbid,

And these dread curses like the sun 'gainst glass,
That they will guard you, whe'r you will or no, Or like an overcharged gun, -- recoil,
From such fell serpents as false Suffolk is; And turn the force of them upon thyself.
With whose envenomed and fatal sting,

Suf. You bade me ban, and will you bid me leave?
Your loving uncle, twenty times his worth, Now, by the ground that I am banish'd from,
They say, is shamefully berest of life.

Well could I curse away a winter's night, Commons. (Within.) An answer from the king, Though standing naked on a mountain top, my lord of Salisbury!

Where biting cold would never let grass grow, Suf. 'Tis like, the commons, rude anpolislı’d hinds, And think it but a minute spent in sport. Could send such message to their sovereign: Q. Mar. 0, let me entreat thee, cease! Give me But you, my lord, were glad to be employ’d,

thy hand, To show how quaint an orator you are:

That I may dew it with my mournful tears; But all the honour Salisbury hath won,

Nor let the rain of heaven wet this place, Is — that he was the lord ambassador,

To wash away my woeful monuments.
Sent from a sort of tinkers to the king.

0, could this kiss be printed in thy hand;
Commons. [Within.) An answer from the king, or
we'll all break in!

That thou might'st think upon these by the seal, K. Hen. Go, Salisbury, and tell them all from me, Through whom a thousand sighs are breath'd for thee! I thank them for their tender loving care: So, get thee gone, that I may know my grief; And had I not been cited so by them,

l'Tis but surmis'd whilst thou art standing by, Yet did I purpose as they do entreat;

As one that surseits thinking on a want.
For sure, my thoughts do hourly prophesy I will repeal thee, ou be well assurd,
Mischance unto my state by Suffolk's means. Adventure to be banished myself:
And therefore, - by His majesty I swear,

Aud banished I am, if but from thee.
Whose far unworthy deputy I am,

Go, speak not to me; even now be gone.
He shall not breathe infection in this air

0, go‘not yet! - Even thus two friends, condemo’d, But three days longer, on the pain of death. Embrace, and kiss, and take ten thousand leaves,

[Exit Salisbury. Loather a hundred times to part than die.
Q. Mar. O, Henry, let me plead for gentle Suffolk! Yet now farewell; and farewell life with thee!
K. Hen. Ungentle queen, to call him gentle Suffolk. Suf. Thus is poor Suffolk ten times banished,
No more, I say; if thou dost plead for him, Once by the king, and three times thrice by thee.
Thou wilt but add increase unto my wrath. "Tis not the land I care for, wert thou hence;
Had I but said, I would have kept my word; A wilderness is populous enough,
But, when I swear, it is irrevocable: -

So Suffolk had thy heavenly company;
Sf, after three days' space, thou here be'st found For where thou are, there is the world itself

On any ground that I am ruler of,

With every several pleasure in the world;

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And where thou art not, desolation.

I'll give a thousand pound to look upon him. -I can no more:- live thou to joy thy life;

He hath no eyes, the dust hath blinded them.Myself no joy in nonght, but that thou liv’st. Comb down his hair; look! look! it stands upright, Enter Vaux.

Like lime-twigs set to catch my winged soul!Q. Mar. Whither goes Vaux so fast? what news, I Give me some drink; and bid the apothecary pr’ythee?

Bring the strong poison that I bought of him.
Vaux. To signify unto his majesty,

K. Hen. O thou eternal Mover of the heavens,
That cardinal Beaufort is at point of death: Look with a gentle eye upon this wretch!
For suddenly a grievous sickness took him, O, beat away the busy meddling fiend,
That makes him gasp, and stare, and catch the air, That lays strong siege unto this wretch's soul,
Blaspheming God, and cursing men on earth. And from his bosom purge this black despair!
Sometime, he talks as if duke Humphrey's ghost War. See, how the pangs of death do make him grina
Were by his side; sometime, he calls the king, Sal. Disturb him not, let him pass peaceably.
And whispers to his pillow, as to him,

K. Hen. Peace to his soul, if God's good pleasure be! The secrets of his overcharged soul:

Lord cardinal, if thou think'st on heaven's bliss, And I am sent to tell his majesty,

Hold up thy hand, make signal of thy hope. That even now he cries aloud for him.

He dies, and makes no sign; O God, forgive him! Q. Mar. Go, te' his heavy message to the king. War. So bad a death argues a monstrous life.

[Exit Vaux. K. Hen. Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.Ah me! what is this world? what news are these? Close his eyes,

and draw the curtain close; But wherefore grieve I at an hour's poor loss, And let us all to meditation.

[Exeunt. Omitting Suffolk's exile, my soul's treasure? Why only, Suffolk, mourn I not for thee, And with the southern clouds contend in tears;

A CT IV. Theirs for the earth's increase, mine for my sorrows? SCENE I. - Kent. The sea-shore near Dover. Now, get thee hence: the king, thou know'st, is com- Firing heard at sea. Then enter from a boat, a ing!

Captain, a Master, a Master's-Mate, WALTER If thou be found by me, thou art but dead.

WHITmore, and Others; with them SUFFOLK, and Suf. If I depart from thee, I cannot live:

other Gentlemen, prisoners. 'And in thy sight to die, what were it else,

Cap. The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day But like a pleasant slumber in thy lap ?

Is crept into the bosom of the sea; Here could I breathe my soul into the air,

And now loud-howling wolves arouse the jades, As mild and gentle as the cradle-babe,

That drag the tragic melancholy night; Dying with mother's dugs between his lips : Who with their drowsy, slow, and flagging wings, Where, from thy sight, I should be raging mad, Clip dead men's graves, and from their misty jaws And cry out for thee to close up mine eyes, Breath foul contagious darkness in the air. To have thee with thy lips to stop my mouth; Therefore, bring forth the soldiers of our prize; So should'st thou either turn my flying soul, For, whilst our pinnace anchors in the Downs, Or I should breathe it so into thy body,

Here shall they make their ransome on the sand, And then it liv'd in sweet Elysium.

Or with their blood stain this discolour'd shere. To die by thee, were but to die in ; est;

Master, this prisoner freely give I thee; From thee to die, were torture more than death: And thou that art his mate, make boot of this ; — 0, let me stay, befall what may befall!

The other, (Pointing to Suffolk.] Walter WhitB. Mar. Away! though parting be a fretful corrosive, more, is thy share. It is applied to a deathful wound.

I Gent. What is my ransome, master; let me know. To France, sweet Suffolk! Let me hear from thee; Mast. A thousand crowns,or else lay down your head. For wheresoe'er thou art in this world's globe, Mate. And so much shall you give, or off goes yours. I'll have an Iris that shall find thee out.

Cap. What, think you much to pay two thousand Suf. I go.

crowns, P. Mar. And take my heart with thee.

And bear the name and port of gentlemen? Suf. A jewel, lock'd into the woeful'st cask Cut both the villains' throats ; for die you shall; That ever did contain a thing of worth.

The lives of those, which we have lost in fight, Even as a splitted bark, so sunder we;

Cannot be counterpois'd with such a petty sum. This way fall I to death.

1 Gent. I'll give it, sir; and therefore spare my life. Q. Mar. This way for me. [Exeunt, severally. 2 Gent. And so will I, and write home for it straight. SCENE III. - London. Cardinal Beaufort's bed- Whit. I lost mine eye in laying the prize aboard, chamber.

And therefore, to revenge it, shalt thou die; Enter King Henry, SALISBURY, WARWICK, and

[To Sufolk. Others. T'he Cardinal in bed; Attendants with him. And so should these, if I might have my

will. K. Hen. How fares my lord ? speak, Beaufort, to Cap. Be not so rash; take ransome, let him live. thy sovereign.

Suf. Look on my George, I am a gentleman; Car. If thou be’st death, I'll give thee England's Rate me at what thou wilt, thou shalt be paid. treasure,

Whit. And so am I; my name is-Walter Whitmore. Enough to purchase such another island,

How now? why start’st thou? what, doth death afSo thou wilt let me live, and feel no pain.

fright? K. Hen. Ah, what a sign it is of evil life,

Suf. Thy name affrights me, in whose sound is death. When death's approach is seen so terrible!

A cunning man did calculate my birth,
War. Beaufort, it is thy sovereign speaks to thee. And told me-that by Water I should die:

Car. Bring me unto my trial when you will. Yet let not this make thee be bloody minded;
Died he not in his bed? where should he die ? Thy name is - Gualtier, being rightly sounded.
Can I make men live, whe'r they will or no


Whit. Gualtier, or Walter, which it is, I care not; 0! torture me no more, I will confess!

Ne'er yet did base dishonour blur our name, Alive again? then show me where he is;

But with our sword we wip'd away the blot;

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Therefore, when merchant-like I sell revenge, Drones suck not eagles' blood, but rob bee-hives. Ge
Broke be my sword, my arms torn and detac'd, It is impossible, that I should die
And I proclaim'd a coward through the world! By such a lowly vassal as thyself.

Jol (Lays hold on Suffolk. Thy words muve rage, and not remorse, in me:

Ge Suf. Stay, Whitmore; for thy prisoner is a prince, I go of message from the queen to France;

Jol The duke of Sulfolk, William de la Poole. I charge thee, waft me safely cross the channel.

Dru Whit. The duke of Suffolk, mufiled

lip in rags ! Cap. Walter, Suf. Ay, but these rags are no part of the duke; It hit. Come, Suffolk, I must waft thee to thy death.

Ca Jove sometime went disguis'd, and why not I? Suf. Gelidus timor occupat artus: -- 'tis thee I fear. fath Cup. Buî Jove was never slain, as thou shalt be. I'hit. Thou shalt have cause to fear, before I leave

D. Suf: Obscure and lowly swain, kiug Henry's blood,


co The honourable blood of Lancaster, What, are ye daunted now? now will ye stoop?

wit Must not be shed by such a jaded groom.

1 Gent. My gracious lord, entreat him,speak him fair! Cor Hast thou not hiss’d thy hand, and held my stirrup? | Suff. Suffolk's imperial tongue is stern and rough, D. Bare-headed plodded by my foot-cloth mule, Usu to command, untaught to plead for favour.

Ca And thouglıt thee happy when I shook my head? Far be it, we should honour such as these

DHow often hast tholl waited at my cup,

With humble suit: no, rather let my head Fed from my trencher, kneel'd down at the board, Stoop to the block, than these knees bow to any, Ca When I have feasted with queen Margaret ? Save to the God of heaven, and to my king;

Di Remember it, and let it make thee crest-fall’n; And sooner dance upon a bloody pole,

Ca Ay, and allay this thy abortive pride: Than stand uncover'd to the vulgar groom.

Di How in our voiding lobby hast thou stood, True nobility is exempt from fear::

solc And duly waited for my coming forth? More can I bear, than you dare execute.

Sir This hand of mine hath wiit in thy behalf,

Cap. Hale him away, and let him talk no more. fure And therefore shall it charm thy riotous tongue. Suf. Come, soldiers, show what cruelty ye can,

C2 Whit. Speak, captain, shall I stab the forlorn swain? That this my death may never be forgot! Cap. First let my words stab liim, as he hath me. Great men oft die by vile bezonians : Suf. Base slave! thy words are blunt, and so art thou. A Roman sworder and banditto slave, Cap. Convey him hence, and on our lovg-boat's side Murder'd sweet Tully; Brutus' bastard hand Strike off his head.

Stabb’d Julius Caesar; savage islanders, Suf. Thou dar'st not for thy own.

Pompey the Great: and Sulolk dies by pirates, Cap. Yes, Poole.

[Exit Suf: with Whit. and Others.

I Suf. Poole?

Cap. And as for these whose ransom we have set,
Cap. Poole? Sir Poole ? lord ?

It is our pleasure, one of them depart:-
Ay, kennel, puddle, sink; whose filth and dirt Therefore come you with us, and let liim go.
Troubles the silver spring where England drinks.

[Excunt all but the first Gentleman. Now will I dam up this thy yawning mouth,

Re-enter Wurmore, with SUFFOLK's body. For swallowing the treasure of the realm ;

Whit. There let his head and lifeless body lie, Thy lips, that kiss'd the queen,shall sweep the ground; Until the queen his mistress bury it.

[Exit And thou, that smil'dst at good duke Humphrey's 1 Gent. O barbarous and bloody spectacle! death, His body will į bear unto the king :

he Against the senseless winds shalt grin in vain, If he revenge it not, yet will his friends;

PE Who, in contempt, shall hiss at thee again : So will the queen, that living held him dear.' And wedded be thou to the hags of hell,

[Exit, with the body. For daring to ally a mighty lord Unto the daughter of a worthless king,

SCENE II.- Blackheath. Having neither subject, wealth, nor diadem,

Enter George Bevis and Joux HopLand. By devilish policy art thou grown grcat,

Geo. Come, and get thee a sword, though made of
And, like ambitious Sylla, overgorg'd

a lath; they have been up these two days.
With gobbets of thy mother's bleeding heart. John. They have the more need to sleep now then.
By thee, Anjou and Maine were sold to France: Geo. I tell thee, Jack Cade, the clothier, means to
The false revolting Normans, thorough thee, dress the commonwealth, and turn it, and set a new
Disdain to call us lord; and Picardy

uap upon it.
Hath slain their governors, surpriz'd our forts, John. So he had need, for 'tis threadbare. Well, I say,
And sent the ragged soldiers wounded home, it was never merry world in England, since gentlemen
The princely Warwick, and the Nevils all, - came up:
Whose dreadful swords were never drawn in vain,- Geo. “O miserable age! Virtue is not regarded in
As hating thee, are rising up in arms:

handycrafts-men. And now the house of York-thrust from the crown, John. The nobility think scorn to go in leather By shameful murder of a guiltless king,

aprons. And losty proud encroaching tyranny,

Geo. Nay more, the king's council are no good workBurns with revenging fire; whose hopeful colours Advance our half-fac'd sun, striving to shine, John. True; and yet it is said, -Labour in thy voUnder the which is writ- Invitis nubibus,

cation : which is as much to say, as,-let the magistraThe commons here in Kent are up in arms: tes be labouring men; and therefore should we be maAnd, to conclude, reproach, and beggary,

gistrates. Is crept into the palace of our king,

Geo. Thou hast hit it; for there's no better sign of And all by thee. — Away! convey him hence. a brave mind than a hard hand.

Suf. O that I were a god, to shoot forth thunder John. I see them! I see them! There's Best's son,
Upon these paltry, servile, abject drudges ! the tanner of Wingham;
Small things make base men prond: this villain here, Geo. He shall have the skills of our enemies, to make
Being captain of a pianace, threatce more dog's leather of.
Than Bargulus, the strong Illyrian pirate.

John. And Dick the butcher,

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