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'Tis meet that lucky ruler be employ'd;
Som. If York, with all his far-fetch'd policy,
York. No, not to lose it all, as thou hast done:
Q. Mar. Nay then, this spark will prove a raging If wind and fuel be brought to feed it with. [tire, No more, good York; sweet Somerset, be itilī. Thy fortune, York, hadst thou been Regent there, Might happily have prov'd far worse than his. York. What, worle than nought? nay, then a
shame take all ! Som. And in the number, thee that wishest shame!
Car. My Lord of York, try what your fortune is;Th' uncivil kerns of Ireland are in arms, And temper clay with blood of Englishmen. To Ireland will you lead a band of men, Collected choicely from each country sonie, And try your hap against the Irithmen?
York. I will, my Lord, io please his Majesty.
Suf. Why, our authority is his consent,
York. I am content. Provide me soldiers, Lords,
formid. But now return we to the false Duke Humphry.
Car. No more of himn; for I will deal with him, That henceforth he shall trouble us no more. And so break off. The day is almost ipent. Lord Suffolk, you and I must talk of that event.
York. My Lord of Suffolk, within fourteen days At Bristol I expect my soldiers ; For there l'll Thip them all for Ireland. Suf. I'I see it truly done, my Lord of York:
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Manet York. York. Now, York, or never steel thy fearful And change misdoubt to resolution; [thoughts, Be that thou hop'st to be, or what thou art Resign to death, it is not worth th' enjoying. Let pale-fac'd fear keep with the mean-born inan, And find no harbour in a royal heart. Fafter than spring-time show'rs coines thought on
thought; And not a thought, but thinks on dignity. My brain, more busy than the lab'ring spider, Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies. Well, nobles, well; 'tis politicly done, To send me packing with an host of men. I fear me you but warm the starved inake, Who, cherish'd in your breast, will sting your hearts.
Twas men I lack'd, and you will give them me; I take it kindly; yet be well assur'd, You put sharp weapons in a mad man's hands. Whilft I in Ireland nourish a mighty band, I will stir up in England some black storm, Shall blow ten thousand fouls to heav'n or hell." And this fell tempest shall not cease to rage, Until the golden circuit on my head, Like to the glorious sun's transparent beams, Do calnı the fury of this mad-brain'd flaw. And, for a minister of my intent, I have seduc'd a headstrong Kentish man, John Cade of Alhford, To make commotion, as full well he can, Under the title of John Mortimer. In Ireland have I seen this stubborn Cade Oppc - himself against a troop of kerns; And fought so long, till that his thiglis with darts Were almost like a sharp-quili'd porcupine; And, in the end being rescu'd, I have seen Himn caper upright like a wild Morisco, Shaking the bloody darts, as he his bells. Full often, like a shag-hair'd crafty kern,
Hath he conversed with the enemy;
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Enter two or three, running over the stage, from the
murder of Duke Humphry. First. Run to my Lord of Suffolk; let him know We have dispatch'd the Duke, as he commanded.
Second. Oh that it were to do! what have we done? Didit ever hear a man so penitent?
Enter Suffolk. First. Here comes my Lord. Su Now, Sir, have you dispatch'd this thing? First. Ay, my good Lord, he's dead.
Suf. Why, that's well said. Go, get you to my I will reward you for this vent'rous deed. [house: The King and all the peers are here at hand. *Have you laid 'fair the bed? are all things weli, According as I gave directions?
First. Yes, my good Lord.
Suf. Away, be gone. [Exeunt 'murderers. Enter King Henry, the Queen, Cardinal, Somerses,
with Aitendants. K. Henry. Go, call our uncle to our presence, forait,
Say we intend to try his Grace to-day,
Suf. l’ls call him presently, my noble Lord. [Exis.
K. Henry. Lords, take your places. And, I pray Proceed no straiter 'gainst our uncle Glo'ster, Than from true evidence, of good esteen, He be approv'd in practice culpable.
l. Mar. God forbid any malice flould prevail, That faultless may condenm a nobleman! Pray God he may acquit him of suspicion ! K. Henry. I thank thee. Well, these words come tent me much.
Enter Suffolk. How now? why look'st thou so pale ? why tremblest
thou? Where is our uncle? what's the matter, Suffolk?
Suf. Dead in his bed, my Lord; Glo'ster is dead. Q. Mar. Marry, God forefend! Car. God's tecret judgment. I did dream to-night, The Duke was dumb, and could not speak a word.
[King Swoons. R. Mar. How fares my Lord ? hesp, Lords, the
King is dead. Som. Rear up his body, wring him by the nose. Q. Mar. Run, go, help, help. Oh, Henry, ope
thine eyes! Suf. He doth revive again. Madam, be patient. K. Henry. O heav'nly God! 2. Mar. How fares my gracious Lord? Suf. Comfort, my Sovereign ; gracious Henry,
comfort. K. Henry. What, doth my Lord of Suffolk coma
Their touch affrights me as a ferpent's (ting.
l. Mar. Why do you rate my Lord of Suffolk
I by his death. Ah, me unhappy! To be a Queen, and crown’d with infamy.
K. Henry, Ah, woe is me for Glo'ster, wretched
Q. Mar. Be woe for me, more wretched than he is. What, dost thou turn away and hide thy face? I am no loathsome leper; look on me. What, art thou like the adder, waxen deaf? Be pois'nous too, and kill thy forlorn Queen. Is all thy comfort Mut in Glo'ster's tomb? Why, then, Dame Margaret was ne'er thy joy. Erect his statue, and do worship to it, And make my image but an ale-house sign. Was I for this nigh wreck'd upon the sea, And twice by adverse winds from England's bank Drove back again unto my native clime? What boded this? but well-fore-warning winds Did leem to say, seek not a scorpion's nest, Nor set no footing on this unkind shore.