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And, fly thou how thou canst, they'll tangle thee: With what a majesty he bears himself ;
How insolent of late he is become,
Flow proud, peremptory, and unlike himself?
And, if we did but glance a far-off look,
Immediately he was upon his knee,
Disdaiving duty that to us belongs.
Small curs are not regarded when they grin;
But great men tremble when the lion roars;
First, note, that he is near you in descent;
[Exit Herald. That he should come about your royal person,
"Tis to be fear'd, they all will follow him. And sir John Stanley is appointed now
Now 'tis the spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted ;
Suffer them now, and they'll o'ergrow the garden,
Made me collect these dangers in the duke.
If it be fond, call it a woman's fear;
Which fear if better reasons can supplant,
I will subscribe and say I wrong'd the duke.
My lord of Suffolk, — Buckingham — and York, -
[Exeunt Gloster and Servants. Suf. Well hath your highness seen into this duke;
Upon my life, began her devilish practices;
Yet, by reputing of his high descent,
Did instigate the bedlam brain-sick duchess,
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep;
The fox barks not, when he would steal the lamb.
Sher. It is my office; and, madam, pardon me! Car. Did he not, contrary to form of law,
York. And did he not, in his protectorship,
For soldiers' pay in France, and never sent it? Duch, My shame will not be shifted with my sheet : By means whereof, the towns each day revolted. No, it will haug upon my richest robes,
Buck. Tut! these are petty faults to faults unknown, And show itself, attire me how I can.
Which time will bring to light in smooth duke HumGo, lead the way; I long to see my prison. (Exeunt. phrey.
K. Hen. My lords, at once : The care you have of ns,
To mow down thorns tha: would annoy our foot, A C T III.
Is worthy praise. But shall I speak my conscience?
Our kinsman Gloster is as innocent
Margaret, Cardinal BeauFORT, Suffolk', York, As is the sucking lamb, or harmless dove:
The duke is virtuous, mild; and too well given,
Q. Mar. Ah, what's more dangerous than this fond Whate'er occasion keeps him from us now.
affiance ! Q. Mar. Can you not see? or will you not observe Seems he a dove? his feathers are but borrow'd, The strangeness of his alter'd countenance? For he's disposed as the hateful raven.
Is he a lamb? his skin is sorely lent him,
And charity chas'd hence by rancour's hand;
I know, their complot is to have my life;
And prove the period of their tyranny,
For thousands more, that yet suspect no peril,
Beaufort's red sparkling eyes blub his heart's malice,
Sharp Buckingham unburdens with his tongue
And dogged York, that reaches at the moon,
Whose overweening arm I have pluck'd back,
By false accuse doth level at my life: -
And you, my sovereigu lady, with the rest,
And, with your best endeavour, have stirr'd op
I shall not want false witness to condemn me,
Nor store of treasons to augment iny guilt;
Car. My liege, his railing is intolerable:
"Twill make them cool in zeal unto your grace.
Glo. Is it but thought so? what are they that think it? As if she had suborned some to swear
False allegations, to o'erthrow his state?
Buck.He'll wrest the sense, and hold us here all day:-
Lord cardival, he is your prisoner,
Before his legs be firm to bear his body:
Thus is the shepherd beaten from thy side,
York. In your protectorship, you did devise For, good king Henry, thy decay I fear.
(Exeunt Attendants, with Gloster.
K.Hen. Mylords, what to your wisdom seemeth best,
Q. Mar. What, will your highness leave the parlia-
K. llen. Ay, Margaret; my heart is drown'd with
Whose flood begins to flow within mine eyes;
For what's more miserable than discontent?-
The map of honour, truth, and loyalty;
That these great lords, and Margaret our queen,
Thou never didst them wrong,nor no man wrong:
Bearing it to the bloody slanghter-house;
And as the dam rans lowing up and down,
Looking the way her harmless young one went, Send succours, lords, and stop the rage betime,
What counsel give you in this weighty cause?
York. That Somerset be sent as regent thither :
Had been the regent there instead of me,
He never would have staid in France so long.
I rather would have lost my life betimes,
Than bring a burden of dishonour home,
By staying there so long, till all were lost.
Men's flesh preserv'd so whole, do seldom win.
Thy fortune, York, hadst thou been regent there,
York. What, worse than naught? nay, then a shame 'Tis meet he be condemn'd by course of law.
take all ! Suf. But, in my mind, that were no policy: Som. And, in the number, thee, that wislıest shame. The king will labour still to save his life,
Car. My lord of York, try what your fortune is.
The uncivil Kernes of Ireland are in arms,
And temper clay with blood of Englishmen:
York. So that by this, ynu would not have him die. Collected choicely, from each county some,
And try your hap against the Irishmen?
Suf. Why, our authority is his consent;
Whiles I take order for mine own atlairs.
Q. Mar. So the poor chicken should be sure of death. But now return we to the false duke Humphrey
That, henceforth, he shall trouble us no more.
And so break ofl'; the day is almost spent:
Lord Sullolk, you and I must talk of that event.
York. My lord of Suffolk, within fourteen days,
At Bristol I expect my soldiers;
For there I'll ship them all for Ireland.
(Lxeunt all but York. And do not stand on quillets, how to slay him: York. Now, York, or never, steel thy fearful thoughts, Be it by gins, by snares, by subtilty,
And change misdoubt to resolution:
Be that thou hop'st to be: or what thou art
Resign to death, it is not worth the enjoying :
Q. Mar. Thrice noble Sull'olk, 'tis resolutely spoke. And find no harbour in a royal heart.
My brain, more busy than the labouring spider,
Well, nobles, well, 'tis politicly done,
I fear me, you but warm the starved snake,
| 'Twas men I lack'd, and you will give them me : I tender so the safety of my liege.
I take it kindly; yet, be well assur'd
Whiles I in treland nourish a mighty band,
And this fell tempest shall not cease to rage
Like to the glorious sun's transparent beams,
Du calm the fury of this mad-bred flaw.
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 fall well he can,
K. Hen. ( 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. Hen. 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 thin 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 sugar d 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 aflect the house and claim of York. And kill the innocent gazer with thy sight: Say, he be taker, 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 mor'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 comes 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-offending groans, And Henry put apart, the next for me. (Exit. Or blood-consuming sighs recall his life, SCENE 11. - 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’ 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 ;
It may be judg’d, I made the duke away:
, 1 Mur. Here comes my lord.
And princes' courts be filled 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 land. - 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 gave directions ?
Be poisonous too, and kill thy forlorn queen.
Is all thy comfort shut in Gloster's tomb?
And make my image but an alehouse sign.
And twice by aukward wind from England's bank
Drove back again unto my native clime?
What did I then, but curs'd the gentle gusts,
And he that loos’d them from their brazen cayes;
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 on
And would not dash me with their ragged sides:
(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
My earnest-gaping sight of thy land's view, Blit, see, his face is black, and full of blood;
His eye-balls farther out than when he liv’d,
Staring full ghastly like a strangled man:
Look on the sheets, his hair, yon see, is sticking;
His well-proportion'd beard made rough and rugged, llow often have I tempted Suilolk'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;
The least of all these signs were probable.
Suf. Why, Warwick, who should do the duke to
And we, I hope, sir, are no morderers.
And you, forsooth, had the good duke to keep :
"Tiz like, you would not feast him like a friend;
As guilty of duke Humphrey's timeless death.
Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest,
Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak?
Even so suspicious is this tragedy.
Suf. I wear no knife, to slaughter sleeping men; [1Varwick 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 thoughts, 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 !
Q. Mar. He dares not calm his contumelious spirit,
Though Suffolk dare him twenty thousand times..
War. Madam, be still; with reverence may I say;
Is slander to your royal dignity.
open, and Gloster is discovered dead in his Some stern untutor'd churl, and noble stock
War. But that the guilt of murder bucklers thee,
And that my sovereign's presence makes me mild,
| That thou thyself wast born in bastardy:
And, after all this fearful homage done,
War, See, how the blood is settled in his face! Suf. Thou shalt be waking, while I shed thy blood,
If from this presence thou dar'st go with me.
(Exeunt Suffolk and Warwick. Which with the heart there cools, and ne'er returneth K. Hen. What stronger breast-plate than a heart To blush and beautify the cheek again.