With sad unhelpful tears; and with dimm'd eves *Look after him, and cannot do him good; So mighty are his vowed enemics. His fortunes I will weep; and, 'twixt each groan. Say Who's a traitor, Gloster he is none. [Exit, Q. Mur. Free Lords, cold snow melts with the sun's hot beams. Henry my Lord is cold in great affairs, Too full of foolish pity and Gloster's show *Beguiles him, as the mournful crocodile * With sorrow snares relenting passengers; *Or as the snake, roll'd in a flowering bank, * With shining checker'd slough, doth sting child, That, for the beauty, thinks it excellent. * Believe me, Lords, were none more wise than I * (And yet, herein, I judge mine own wit good,) This Gloster should be quickly rid the world, To rid us from the fear we have of him. * Car. That he should die, is worthy policy; But yet we want a colour for his death: * 'Tis meet, he be condemn'd by course of law. * Suf. But, in my mind, that were no policy: * The King will labour still to save his life, The commons haply rise to save his life; And we yet have but trivial argument, More than mistrust, that shows him worthy death. * York. So that, by this, you would not have him die, Suf. Ab, York, no man alive so fain as I. * York. 'Tis York that hath more reason for his death. But, my Lord Cardinal, and you, my Lord of Suffolk, Say as you think, and speak it from your souls, Wer't not all one, an empty eagle were set * To guard the chicken from a hungry kite, As place Duke Humphrey for the King's Protector? ་ Q. Mar, So the poor chicken should be sure of death. Suf. Madam, 'tis true: And wer't got inadness then, To make the fox surveyor of the fold? 'Who being accus'd a crafty murderer, 'His guilt should be but idly posted over, Because his purpose is not executed. No; let him die, in that he is a fox, By nature prov'd an enemy to the flock, Before his chaps be stain'd with crimson blood; 'As Humphrey, prov'd by reasons, to my Liege, And do not stand on quillets, how to slay him: Be it by gins, by snares, by subtility, Sleeping, or waking, 'tis no matter how, ly spoke.. * Suf. Not resolute, except so much were done; *For things are often spoke, and seldom meant; And to preserve my Sovereign from his foe, * Car. But I would have him dead, my Lord of Suffolk, * Ere you can take due orders for a priest: Say, you cobsent, and censure well the deed, And I'll provide his executioner, I tender so the safety of my Liege. Suf. Here is my hand, the deed is worthy doing. * Q. Mar. And so say I. York. And I and now we three have spoke it, It skills not greatly who impugus our doom. Enter a Messenger, Jak saxes anda Mes. Great Lords, from Ireland am I come damain, To signify that rebels there are up, And put the Englishmen unto the sword: Before the wound do grow undurable;rl 39, being green","t there is great hopes of help. * Car. A breach, that craves a quick expedient aid of 62 bestḍpitu Mwl What counsel give you in this weighty cause? York, That Somerset be sentas Regent dus un del aids thither dond "Tis meet, that Tucky ruler be employ'd Witness the fortune he hath had in France. Som. If York with all his far-fet policy, Had been the Regent there instead of me, He never would have staid in France so long, York. No, not to lose it all, as thou hast done: I rather would have lost my life betimes, * Than bring a burden of dishonour home, * By staying there so long, till all were lost. Show me one scar character'd on thy skin: * Men's flesh preserv'd so whole, de seldom win, * Q. Mar. Nay then, this spark will prove a porazing fire, ^ * If wind and fuel be brought to feed it with: No more, good York; sweet Somerset, be stille A t OM. Thy fortume, York, hadst thou been Regent and outhere, Might happily have prov'd far worse than his. York. What worse than naught? nay, then a shame take all! ہو Som. And, in the number, thee, that wishes shame! Car. My Lord of York, try what your for * brow wild ofon tune is,a eft vir horà The uncivil Keries of Ireland are in arms, And temper clay with the blood of Englishmen : To Ireland will you lead a band of men, et Collected choicely, from each contuty some, And try your hap against the Trishmen?> * York. I will, my Lord, so please his Majesty. Suf. Why, our nuthority, is his consent ; v. And, what we do establish be confirus: Then, noble York, take thou this task in hand. York. I am content Provide me soldiers, 3GP " Whiles I take order for mine own affairs. Suf. A charge, Lord: York, that will see perform't... $ ་ཉ། I 'But now return we to the false Duke Humphrey. • Car. No more of him; for I will deal with bira, 'That, henceforth, he shall trouble, ns no more. And so break off; the day is almost spent: Lord Suffolk, you and I must talk of that event. York. My Lord of Suffolk, within fourteen At Bristol I expect my soldiers; For there I'll ship them all for Ireland. Suf. I'll see it truly done, my Lord of York: [Exeunt all but YORK. York. Now, York, or never, steel thy fearful thoughts, 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: * Let pale-fac'd fear keep with the mean-born man, * And find no harbour in á royal heart. * Faster than spring-time showers, comes thought on thought; * And not a thought, but thinks on dignity. * My brain, more busy than the labouring * spider, *Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies. Well, Nobles, well; 'tis politickly done, t * To send me packing with an host of men: I fear me, you but warm the starved snake, * Who, cherish'd in your breasts, will sting your hearts, 'Twas men I lack'd, and you will give them me: I take it kindly; yet, be well assurd You put sharp weapons in a madman's hands. Whiles I in Ireland nourish a mighty band. * I will stir up in England some black storm, *Shall blow ten thousand souls to heaven, hell: * And this fell tempest shall not cease to rage Until the golden circuit on my head, or > |