Your loving uncle, twenty times his worth, Commons within.] An answer from the King, my Suf. 'Tis like, the Commons, rude unpolifh'd hinds, Could fend fuch meffage to their Sovereign; But you, my Lord, were glad to be employ'd, To fhew how queint an orator you are. But all the honour Salisbury hath won,. Is, that he was the Lord Ambaffador Sent from a fort of tinkers to the King. Within. An anfwer from the King, or we will all break in. K. Henry. Go, Salisbury, and tell them all from me, He fhall not breathe infection in this air No more, I fay. If thou doft plead for him, -If after three days fpace thou here be'st found, The world fhall not be ranfom for thy life. -Come, Warwick; come, good Warwick; go with. I have great matters to impart to thee. [me; [Exeunt K. Henry, Warwick, &c. SCENE VIII. Manent Suffolk and Queen. Q. Mar. Milchance and forrow go along with you! Heart's difcontent and four affliction Be play-fellows to keep you company! Q. Mar. Fy, coward woman, and foft-hearted Haft thou not fpirit to curfe thine enemy? [wretch. Suf. A plague upon them! Wherefore Thould E curse them? Would curfes kill, as doth the mandrake's groan And boading fcreech-owls make the concert full! Q. Mar. Enough, fweet Suffolk, thou torment't thyfelf; And thefe dread curfes, like the fun 'gainst glafs, Or like an overcharged gun, recoil, And turn the force of them upon thyself. The fabulous accounts of the plant called a mandrake give it an inferior degree of animal life, and relate, that when it is torn from the ground it groans, and that this groan being certainly fatal to him that is offering fuch unwelcome violence, the practice of those who gather mandrakes is, to tie one end of a ftring to the plant and the other to a dog, upon whom the fatal groan. difcharges its malignity. Jobayon. Suf. You bade me ban, and will you bid me leave? Now, by the ground that I am banifh'd from, Well could I curfe away a winter's night, Though ftanding naked on a mountain top Where biting cold would never let grafs grow, And think it but a minute spent in sport. Q. Mar. Oh, let me entreat thee ceafe. Give me: thy hand, That I may dew it with my mournful tears; [Kiffing his hand. And banished I am if but from thee. -Go, speak not to me; even now be gone- So Suffolk had thy heav'nly company: I can no more.— -Live thou to 'joy thy life;. 2. Mar. Whither goes Vaux fo faft? what news, ▲ pr'ythee? Vaux. To fignify unto his Majesty, That makes him gafp and ftare, and catch the an, The fecrets of his overcharged foul; Q.Mar. Go tell this heavy message to the King. [Exit Vaux. If thou be found by me, thou art but dead. 2. Mar. Away. Though parting be a fretful [corrofive, To France, fweet Suffolk. Let me hear from thee; For wherefoe'er thou art in this world's globe, I'll have an Iris that shall find thee out. It is applied to a deathful wound. Suf. I go. Q. Mar. And take my heart with thee. Suf. A jewel lock'd into the woful'st casket Q. Mar. This way for me. SCENE [Exeunt feverally. X. The Cardinal's Bedchamber. Enter King Henry, Salisbury, and Warwick, to the Cardinal in bed. K. Henry. How fares my Lord? fpeak, Beauford, to thy Sovereign. Car. If thou beeft Death, I'll give thee England's Enough to purchase fuch another island, [treasure, So thou wilt let me live, and feel no pain. K. Henry. Ah, what a fign it is of evil life, Where death's approach is feen so terrible! War. Beauford, it is thy Sovereign fpeaks to thee. Car. Bring me unto my trial when you will. Dy'd he not in his bed? where fhould he die? Can I make men live whether they will or no? -Oh, torture me no more, I will confefs. ---Alive again? then fhew me where he is, I'll give a thousand pound to look upon him. -He hath no eyes, the duft hath blinded them. -Comb down his hair; look! look! it stands up right, Like lime-twigs fet to catch my winged foul. K. Henry. O thou eterhal Mover of the heavens, Sal. Difturb him not; let him pafs peaceably. K. Henry. Peace to his foul, if God's good plea fure be ! |