Smooth runs the brooks whereas the streame | And staie their moodes for good King Henries sake,

is deepest.

No, no, my soueraigne, Gloster is a man
Vnsounded yet, and full of deepe deceit.

Enter the Duke of SOMERSET.

King. Welcome Lord Somerset, what newes from France?

Somer. Cold newes my Lord, and this it is, That all your holds and Townes within those Territores

Is ouercome my Lord, all is lost.

King. Cold newes indeed Lord Somerset, But Gods, will be done.

Yorke.

But I am made the Prologue to their plaie,
And thousands more must follow after me,
That dreads not yet their liues destruction.
Suffolkes hatefull tongue blabs his harts malice,
Bewfords firie eyes showes his enuious minde.
Buckinghams proud lookes bewraies his cruel
thoughts,

And dogged Yorke that leuels at the Moone
Whose ouerweening arme I haue held backe.
All you haue ioynd to betraie me thus:
And you my gratious Lady and soueraigne
mistresse,

Causelesse haue laid complaints vpon my head,

Cold newes for me, for I had hope I shall not want false witnesses inough,

of France,

Euen as I haue of fertill England.

Enter Duke HUMPHREY.

Humph. Pardon my liege, that I haue staid so long.

Suffol. Nay, Gloster know, that thou art
come too soone,

Vnlesse thou proue more loyall then thou art,
We do arrest thee on high treason here.

Humph. Why Suffolkes Duke thou shalt
not see me blush

Nor change my countenance for thine arrest,
Whereof am I guiltie, who are my accusers?
York. Tis thought my lord, your grace
tooke bribes from France,

And stopt the soldiers of their paie,
By which his Maiestie hath lost all France.
Humph. Is it but thought so, and who are
they that thinke so?

So God helpe me, as I haue watcht the night
Euer intending good for England still,
That penie that euer I tooke from France,
Be brought against me at the iudgement day.
I neuer robd the soldiers of their paie,
Many a pound of mine owne propper cost
Haue I sent ouer for the soldiers wants,
Because I would not racke the needie Commons.

Car. In your Protectorship you did deuise
Strange torments for offenders, by which meanes
England hath bene defamde by tyrannie.

Humph. Why tis wel knowne that whilst
I was protector

Pitie was all the fault that was in me,
A murtherer or foule felonous theefe,
That robs and murthers silly passengers,
I tortord aboue the rate of common law.
Suffolk. Tush my Lord, these be things
of no account,

That so amongst you, you may haue my life.
The Prouerbe no doubt will be well performde,
A staffe is quickly found to beate a dog.
Suffolke. Doth he not twit our soueraigne
Lady here,

As if that she with ignomious wrong,
Had sobornde or hired some to sweare against
his life.

Queene. I but I can giue the loser leaue
to speake.

Humph. Far truer spoke then ment, I loose indeed,

Beshrow the winners hearts, they plaie me false.
Buck. Hele wrest the sence and keep vs
here all day,

My Lord of Winchester, see him sent away.
Car. Who's within there? Take in Duke

Humphrey,

And see him garded sure within my house.
Humph. O thus King Henry casts away
his crouch,

Before his legs can beare his bodie vp,
And puts his watchfuil shepheard from his side,
Whilst wolues stand snarring who shall bite
him first.

Farwell my soueraigne, long maist thou enioy,
Thy fathers happie daies free from annoy.

[Exet HUMPHREY, with the Cardinals men. King. My Lords what to your wisdoms shall seem best,

Do and vndo as if our selfe were here.
Queen. What wil your highnesse leaue the
Parlament?

King. I Margaret. My heart is kild with

griefe,

Where I may sit and sigh in endlesse mone,
For who's a Traitor, Gloster he is none.

[Exet King, SALSBURY, and WARWICKE. Queene. Then sit we downe againe my Lord Cardinall,

But greater matters are laid vnto your charge,
I do arrest thee on high treason here, Suffolke, Buckingham, Yorke, and Somerset.
And commit thee to my good Lord Cardinall, Let vs consult of proud Duke Humphries fall.
Vntill such time as thou canst cleare thy selfe. In mine opinion it were good he dide,
King. Good vnkle obey to his arrest,

I haue no doubt but thou shalt cleare thy selfe,
My conscience tels me thou art innocent.
Humph. Ah gratious Henry these daies are
dangerous,

And would my death might end these miseries,

For safetie of our King and Common-wealth.
Suffolke. And so thinke I Madame, for as
you know,

If our King Henry had shooke hands with death,
Duke Humphrey then would looke to be our King:
And it may be by pollicie he workes,

To bring to passe the thing which now we doubt,
The Foxe barkes not when he would steale the
Lambe,

But if we take him ere he do the deed,
We should not question if that he should liue.
No. Let him die, in that he is a Foxe,
Least that in liuing he offend vs more.

Car. Then let him die before the Commons
know,

For feare that they do rise in Armes for him.
Yorke. Then do it sodainly my Lords,
Suffolke. Let that be my Lord Cardinals

charge & mine.

Buck.

Then thither shall they come, and so farewell. [Exet BUCKINGHAM. Yorke. Adieu my Lord of Buckingham. Queene. Suffolke remember what you haue to do.

And you Lord Cardinall concerning Duke
Humphrey,

Tweere good that you did see to it in time,
Come let vs go, that it may be performde.
[Exet omnis, Manit YoRKE.
York. Now York bethink thy self and rowse
thee VP,

Take time whilst it is offered thee so faire, Car. Agreed, for hee's already kept within Least when thou wouldst, thou canst it not

my house.

Enter a Messenger.

Queene. How now sirrha, what newes?
Messen. Madame I bring you newes from
Ireland,

The wilde Oncle my Lords, is vp in Armes,
With troupes of Irish Kernes that vncontrold,
Doth plant themselues within the English pale.
Queene. What redresse shall we haue for this
my Lords?

attaine,

Twas men I lackt, and now they giue them me,
And now whilst I am busie in Ireland;
I haue seduste a headstrong Kentishman,
Iohn Cade of Ashford,

Vnder the title of Iohn Mortemer,
To raise commotion, and by that meanes
I shall perceiue how the common people
Do affect the claime and house of Yorke,
Then if he haue successe in his affaires,
From Ireland then comes Yorke againe,

Yorke. Twere very good that my Lord of To reape the haruest which that coystrill sowed,

Somerset

That fortunate Champion were sent ouer,
And burnes and spoiles the Country as they goe.
To keepe in awe the stubborne Irishmen,
He did so much good when he was in France.
Somer. Had Yorke bene there with all his
far fetcht

Pollices, he might haue lost as much as I.
Yorke. I, for Yorke would haue lost his
life before

Now if he should be taken and condemd,
Heele nere confesse that I did set him on,
And therefore ere I go ile send him word,
To put in practise and to gather head,
That so soone as I am gone he may begin
To rise in Armes with troupes of country swaines,
To helpe him to performe this enterprise,
And then Duke Humphrey, he well made away,
None then can stop the light to Englands
Crowne,

That France should haue reuolted from Eng-But Yorke can tame and headlong pull them

lands rule.

Scene II.)

[Exet YORKE.

downe. (Act III. Then the Curtaines being drawne, Duke HUMPHREY is discouered in his bed, and two men lying on his brest and smothering him in his bed. And then enter the Duke of SUFFOLKE to them.

Suffolk.

How now sirs, what haue you dispatcht him?

One. I my Lord, hees dead I warrant you. Suffolke. Then see the cloathes laid smooth That when the King come, he may perceiue about him still, No other, but that he dide of his owne accord. 2. All things is hansome now my Lord. Suffolke. Then draw the Curtaines againe and get you gone, And you shall haue your firme reward anon. [Exet murtherers. Then enter the King and Queene, the Duke of BUCKINGHAM, and the Duke of SOMERSET, and the Cardinall.

Let it be your charge to muster vp such souldiers
As shall suffise him in these needfull warres.
Buck. Madame I will, and leauie such a band
As soone shall ouercome those Irish Rebels,
But Yorke, where shall those soldiers staie for King. My

thee?

Yorke. At Bristow, I wil expect them ten Tell him daies hence.

Lord of Suffolke go call our vnkle Gloster,

this day we will that he do cleare

himselfe.

Suffolke. I will my Lord. [Exet SUFFOLKE.
King. And good my Lords proceed no

Then by iust proofe you can affirme,

War. Now by this soule that tooke our
shape vpon him,

further against our vnkle Gloster. To free vs from his fathers dreadfull curse,
I am resolu'd that violent hands were laid,
Vpon the life of this thrise famous Duke.
Suffolk. A dreadfull oth sworne with a

For as the sucking childe or harmlesse lambe,
So is he innocent of treason to our state.

Enter SUFFOLKE.

How now Suffolke, where's our unkle? Suffolke. Dead in his bed, my Lord Gloster is dead.

[The King falles in a sound. Queene. Ay-me, the King is dead: help, help, my Lords.

Suffolke. Comfort my Lord, gratious Henry

comfort.

Kin. What doth my Lord of Suffolk bid
me comfort?

Came he euen now to sing a Rauens note,
And thinkes he that the cherping of a Wren,
By crying comfort through a hollow voice,
Can satisfie my griefes, or ease my heart:
Thou balefull messenger out of my sight,
For euen in thine eye-bals murther sits,
Yet do not goe. Come Basaliske,
And kill the silly gazer with thy lookes.
Queene. Why do you rate my Lord of Suffolke
thus,

As if that he had causde Duke Humphreys death?
The Duke and I too, you know were enemies,
And you had best say that I did murther him.
King. Ah woe is me, for wretched Glosters
death.

Queene. Be woe for me more wretched then

he was,

What doest thou turne away and hide thy face?
I am no loathsome leoper looke on me,
Was I for this nigh wrackt vpon the sea,
And thrise by aukward winds driuen back
from Englands bounds,

What might it bode, but that well foretelling
Winds, said, seeke not a scorpions neast.
Enter the Earles of WARWICKE and SALISBURY.

War. My Lord, the Commons like an angrie
hive of bees,

Run vp and downe, caring not whom they sting, For good Duke Humphreys death, whom they report

To be murthered by Suffolke and the Cardinall here.

solemne toong,

What instance giues Lord Warwicke for these
words?

War. Oft haue I seene a timely parted ghost,
Of ashie semblance, pale and bloodlesse,
But loe the blood is setled in his face,
More better coloured then when he liu'd,
His well proportioned beard made rough and
sterne,

His fingers spred abroad as one that graspt
for life,

Yet was by strength surprisde, the least of
these are probable,

It cannot chuse but he was murthered.
Queene.

Suffolke and the Cardinall had him
in charge,

And they I trust sir, are no murtherers.
War. I, but twas well knowne they were
not his friends,

And tis well seene he found some enemies.
But haue you no greater proofes

Card.

War.

then these?

Who sees a hefer dead and bleeding
fresh,

And sees hard-by a butcher with an axe,
But will suspect twas he that made the slaughter?
Who findes the partridge in the puttocks neast,
But will imagine how the bird came there,
Although the kyte soare with vnbloodie beake?
Euen so suspitious is this Tragidie.

Queene. Are you the kyte Bewford, where's
your talants?

Is Suffolke the butcher, where's his knife?
Suffolke. I weare no knife to slaughter
sleeping men,

But heres a vengefull sword rusted with case.
That shall be scoured in his rankorons heart,
That slanders me with murthers crimson badge.
Say if thou dare, proud Lord of Warwickshire.
That I am guiltie in Duke Humphreys death
[Exet Cardinall

War. What dares not Warwicke, if false
Suffolke dare him?
Queene. He dares not calme his contumeli-
ous spirit,

King. That he is dead good Warwick, is Nor cease to be an arrogant controwler,

too true,

But how he died God knowes, not Henry. War. Enter his priuie chamber my Lord and view the bodie.

Good father staie you with the rude multitude,
till I returne.

Salb. I will sonne.
[Exet SALBURY.
[WARWICKE drawes the curtaines and
showes Duke HUMPHREY in his bed.
King. Ah vnkle Gloster, heauen receive thy
soule.

Though Suffolk dare him twentie hundreth times.
War. Madame be still, with reuerence may
I say it,

That euery word you speake in his defence,
Is slaunder to your royall Maiestie.

Suffolke. Blunt witted Lord, ignoble in thy
words,

If euer Lady wrongd her Lord so much, Thy mother tooke vnto her blamefull bed, Some sterne vntutred churle, and noble stocke Was graft with crabtree slip, whose frute thou art, Farewell poore Henries ioy, now thou art gone. And neuer of the Neuels noble race.

War. But that the guilt of murther bucklers | Speake not for him, for in England he shall thee, not rest, And I should rob the deaths man of his fee, If I say, I may relent, but if I sweare, it is Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames And that my soueraignes presence makes me mute,

I would false murtherous coward on thy knees
Make thee craue pardon for thy passed speech,
And say it was thy mother that thou meants,
That thou thy selfe was borne in bastardie,
And after all this fearefull homage done,
Giue thee thy hire and send thy soule to hell,
Permitious blood-sucker of sleeping men.

Suffol. Thou shouldst be waking whilst I
shead thy blood,

erreuocable.

Come good Warwicke and go thou in with me,
For I haue great matters to impart to thee.

[Exet King and WARWICKE, Manei Queene
and SUFFOLKE.

Queene. Hell fire and vengeance go along with you,

Theres two of you, the diuell make the third. Fie womanish man, canst thou not curse thy enemies?

If from this presence thou dare go with me. Could curses kill as do the Mandiakes groanes, War. Away euen now, or I will drag thee I would inuent as many biter termes hence. [WARWICKF puls him out. Deliuered strongly through my fixed teeth, [Eret WARWICKE and SUFFOLKE, and then With twise so many signes of deadly hate, all the Commons within, cries, downe As leaue fast enuy in her loathsome caue, with Suffolke, downe with Suffolk. And My toong should stumble in mine earnest then enter againe, the Duke of SUFFOLKE

words,

and WARWICKE, with their weapons Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint,
drawne.
My haire be fixt on end, as one distraught,
And euery ioynt should seeme to curse and ban,

King. Why how now Lords?

Suf. The Traitorous Warwicke with the And now me-thinks my burthened hart would

They say by him they feare the ruine of the realme.

And therefore if you loue your subiects weale, They wish you to banish him from foorth the land.

Commons rude

Now by this ground that I am banisht from,
Well could I curse away a winters night,
And standing naked on a mountaine top,
Where byting cold would never let grasse grow,
And thinke it but a minute spent in sport.
Queene. No more. Sweele Suffolke hie thee
hence to F..uce,

Suff. Indeed tis like the
vnpolisht hinds
Would send such message to their soueraigne,
But you my Lord were glad to be imployd,
To trie how quaint an Orator you were,
But all the honour Salsbury hath got,
ls, that he was the Lo.d Embassador
Sent from a sort of Tinkers to the King.
[The Commons cries, an answere from the
King, my Lord of Salsbury.
King. Good Salsbury go backe againe to them,
Tell them we thanke them all for their louing care,
And had I not bene cited thus by their meanes,
My selfe had done it. Therefore here I sweare, Away, I say, that I may feele my griefe,
If Suffolke be found to breathe in any place, For it is nothing whilst thou standest here.
Where I haue rule, but three daies more, he Suffolke. Thus is poo:e Suffolke ten times
banished,

Or liue where thou wilt within this worldes globe,

Ile haue an Irish that shall finde thee out, And long thou shalt not staie, but ile haue thee repede,

dies.

[Exet SALISBURY.

Or venture to be banished my sele.
Oh let this kisse be printed in tby hand,
That when thou seest it, thou maist thinke

on me.

Queene. Oh Henry, reuerse the doome of Once by the King, but three times thrise by thee.

gentle Suffolkes banishment.

King. Vngentle Queene to call him gentle

Enter VAWSE.

Queene. How now, whither goes Vawse so

Suffolke,

fast?

Oh what is wordly pompe, all men must die, Hold vp thy hand and make some signe to us. And woe am I for Bewfords heauie ende. [The Cardinall dies.

But why mourme I for him, whilst thou art | Oh see he dies, and makes no signe at all.

This way fall I to death. [Exet SUFFOLKE. I do remember well, a cunning Wyssard told me, Queene. This way for me. [Exet Queene.

Ile giue thee as much gold as will purchase And therefore ere I marchantlike sell blood

King. Oh see my Lord of Salsbury how Then cast me headlong downe into the sea.

Can I make men liue whether they will or no? ransome I will haue.