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'I care not whither, for I beg no favour,

If it be fond, call it a woman's fear; *Only convey me where thou art commanded. Which fear is better reasons can supplant,

* Stan. Why, madam, that is to the Isle of Man ; 'I will subscribe and say I wrong'd the duke. * There to be used according to your state. My lord of Suffolk,-Buckingham, -and York, * Duch. That's bad enough, for I am but re-Reprove my allegation, if you can; proach:

Or else conclude my words effectual. * And shall I then be us'd reproachfully?

Sujt. Well hath your highness seen into this * Stan. Like to a duchess and duke Humphrey's duke; lady,

And, had I first been put to speak my mind, * According to that state you shall be used. I think, I should have told your grace's tale. 'Duch. Sheriff

, farewell

, and better than I fare: * The duchess, by his subornation, * Although thou hast been conduct of thy shame! * Upon my life, began her devilish practices :

Sher. It is my office; and, madam, pardon me. * Or if he were not privy to those faults, 'Duch. Ay, ay, farewell; thy office is dis- * Yet, by reputing of his high descents charg'd.

* (As next the king, he was successive heir,) "Come, Stanley, shall we go?

* And such high vaunts of his nobility, Stan. Madam, your penance, done throw off * Did instigate the bedlam brain-sick duchess, this sheet,

* By wicked means to frame our sovereign's fall. ‘And go we to attire you for our journey. Smooth runs the water, where the brook is deep; . Duch. My shame will not be shifted with my * And in his simple show he harbours treason. sheet:

The fox barks not, when he would steal the lamb. * No, it will hang upon my richest robes, No, no, my sovereign; Gloster is a man * And show itsell, attire me how I can.

Unsounded yet, and full of deep deceit. * Go, lead the way; I long to see my prison. * Car. Did he not, contrary to form of law,

[Exeunt. * Devise strange deaths for small offences done?

York. And did he not, in his protectorship,

* Levy great sums of money through the realm, ACT III.

* For soldiers' pay in France, and never sent it';,

* By means whereof, the towns each day revolted ? SCENE I.-The Abbey at Bury. Enter to the

* Buck. Tut! these are petty faults to faults Parliament, King Henry, Queen Margaret,

unknown, Cardinal Beaufori, Suffolk, York, Buckingham,

* Which time will bring to light in smooth duke and others,


* K. Hen. My lords, at once: The care you 'K. Hen. I muse,? my lord of Gloster is not

have of us,

* To mow down thorns that would annoy our foot, (Tis not his wont to be the hindmost man, * Is worthy praise: But shall I speak my conscience ? Whate'er occasion keeps him from us now. * Our kinsman Gloster is as innocent 'Q. Mar. Can you not see? or will you not * From meaning treason to our royal person, observe

* As is the sucking lamb, or harmless dove: 'The strangeness of his alter'd countenance ? * The duke is virtuous, mild; and too well given, With what a majesty he bears himself;

* To dream on evil, or to work my downfall. How insolent of late he is become,

*Q. Mar. Ah, what's more dangerous than this How proud, peremptory, and unlike himself?

fond affiance ? We know the time, since he was mild and affable; * Seems he a dove? his feathers are but borrow'd, * And, if we did but glance a far-off look, * For he's disposed as the hateful raven. 'Immediately he was upon his knee,

* Is he a lamb ? his skin is sucely lent him, That all the court admir'd him for submission : * For he's inclin'd as are the ravenous wolves. But meet him now, and, be it in the morn, * Who cannot steal a shape, that means deceit ? When every one will give the time of day, * Take heed, my lord ; the welfare of us all 'He knits his brow, and shows an angry eye, * Hangs on the cutting short that fraudful man. 'And passeth by with stiff unbowed knee, Disdaining duty that to us belongs.

Enter Somerset. Small curs are not regarded, when they grin: * Som. All health unto my gracious sovereign ! But great men tremble, when the lion roars ; K. Hen. Welcome, lord Somerset. What news “And Humphrey is no little man in England.

from France? 'First, note, that he is near you in descent;

"Som. That all your interest in those territories And should you fall, he is the next will mount. Is utterly berest you; all is lost. Me seemeth then, it is no policy, -,

K. Hen. Cold news, lord Somerset : But God's Respecting what'a rancorous mind he bears,

will be done! And his advantage following your decease, York. Cold news for me; for I had hopes of *That he should come about your royal person,

France, Or be admitted to your highness' council. As firmly as I hope for fertile England. * By flattery hath he won the commons' hearts; * Thus are my blossoms blasted in the bud, * And when he please to make commotion, * And caterpillars eat my leaves away : Tis to be fear'd, they all will follow him. * But I will remedy this gear“ ere long, Now 'tis the spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted ; /* Or sell my title for a glorious grave. [ Aside. 'Suffer them now, and they'll o'ergrow the garden, And choke the herbs for want of husbandry.

Enter Gloster. •The reverent care, I bear unto my lord,

* Glo. All happiness unto my lord the king! "Made me collect these dangers in the duke. Pardon, my liege, that I have staid so long. (1) For conductor.

(2) Wonder. (5) i. e. Valuing himself on his high descent. 13) i. e. Assemble by observation. (4) Foolish. Io) Gear was a general word for things or matters.


deed ;


Suff. Nay, Gloster, know, that thou art come 'By false accuse doth level at my life: too soon,

And you, my sovereign lady, with the rest, Unless thou wert more loyal than thou art : Causeless have laid disgraces on my head; I do arrest thee of high treason here.

* And, with your best endeavour, have stirr'd up Glo. Well, Suffolk, yet thou shalt not see me * My liefestă liege to be mine enemy:blush,

* Ay, all of you have laid your heads together, Nor change my countenance for this arrest; * Myself had notice of your conventicles. A heart unspotted is not easily daunted.

'I shall not want false witness to condemn me, * The purest spring is not so free from mud, • Nor store of treasons to augment my guilt: * As I am clear from treason to my sovereign : "The ancient proverb will be well effected,Who can accuse me? wherein am I guilty

7 A staff is quickly found to beat a dog, York. 'Tis thought, my lord, that you took bribes * Car. My liege, his railing is intolerable : of France,

* If those that care to keep your royal person And, being protector, stayed the soldiers' pay ; * From treason's

secret knife, and traitor's rage, By means whereof, his highness hath lost France. * Be thus upbraided, chid, and rated at, Glo. Is it but thought so? What are they that * And the oflender granted scope of speech, think it ?

* 'Twill make them cool in zeal unto your grace. “I never robb'd the soldiers of their pay,

Suff. Hath he not twit our sovereign lady here, * Nor never had one penny bribe from France. With ignominious words, though clerkly couch'd, "So help me God, as I have watch'd the night, As if she had suborned some to swear

Ay, night by night,-in studying good for England! False allegations to o'erthrow his state ? *That doit that e'er I wrested from the king, Q. Mar. But I can give the loser leave to chide. 'Or any groat I hoarded to my use,

Glo. Far truer spoke, than meant: I lose in"Be brought against me at my trial day! No! many a pound of mine own proper store, “Beshrew the winners, for they play'd me false ! Because I would not tax the needy commons, * And well such losers may have Icave to speak. Have I dispursed to the garrisons,

Buck. He'll wrest the sense, and hold us here * And never ask'd for restitution.

all day :* Car. It serves you well, my lord, to say so much. 'Lord cardinal, he is your prisoner. * Glo. I say no inore than truth, so help me God ! "Car. Sirs, take away the duke, and guard him York. In your protectorship, you did devise Strange tortures for offenders, never heard of, Glo. Ah, thus king Henry throws away his crutch, That England was defam'd by tyranny.

Before his legs be firm to bear his body': Glo. Why, 'tis well known, that whiles I was. Thus is the shepherd beaten from thy side, protector,

And wolves are gnarling who shall gnaw thee first. Pity was all the fault that was in me;

Ah, that my fear were false! ah, that it were! * For I should melt at an offender's tears, 'For, good king Henry, thy decay I fear. * And lowly words were ransom for their fault.

[Exeunt Altendants, with Gloster. 'Unless it were a bloody murderer,

K. Hen. My lords, what to your wisdoms seemOr foul felonious thief that fleec'd poor passengers,

eth best, "I never gave them cóndign punishment: Do, or undo, as if ourself were here. Murder, indeed, that bloody sin, I tortur'd Q. Mar. What, will your highness leave the parAbove the felon, or what trespass else.

liament Suff. My lord, these faults are easy,' quickly R. Hen. Ay, Margaret; my heart is drown'd with answer'd!

griel, But mightier crimes are laid unto your charge, * Whose flood begins to flow within mine eyes ;

Whereof you cannot easily purge yourself. * My body round engirt with misery; 'I do arrest you in his highness' name;

* For what's more miserable than discontent ? And here commit you to my lord cardinal * Ah, uncle Humphrey! in thy face I see "To keep, until your further time of trial.

* The map of honour, truth, and loyalty ; *K. Hen. My lord of Gloster, 'tis my special hope, * And yet, good Humphrey, is the hour to come, "That you will clear yourself from all suspects; * That'e'er ! prord thee false, or seard thy faith. My conscence tells me, you are innocent. * What low'ring star now envies thy estate, Glo. Ah, gracious lord, these days are dangerous ! * That these great lords, and Margaret our queen, Virtue is choak’d with foul ambition,

* Do seek subversion of thy harmless life? And charity chas'd hence by rancour's hand; * Thou never didst them wrong, nor noman wrong; * Poul subornation is predominant,

* And as the butcher takes away the call, * And equity exíld your highness' land.

* And binds the wretch, and beats it when it strays, * I know, their complot is to have my life ; * Bcaring it to the bloody slaughter-house ; And, if my death might

make this

island happy, * Even so, remorseless, have they borne hiin hence. And prove the period of their tyranny,

* And as the dam runs lowing up and down, 'I would expend it with all willingness :

* Looking the way her harmless young one went, ‘But mine is made the prologue to their play ; * And can do nought but wail her darling's loss;

For thousands more, that yet suspect no peril, * Even so myself bewails good Gloster's case, "Will not conclude their plotted tragedy.

* With sad unhelpful tears; and with dimm'd eyes 'Beaufort's red sparkling eyes blab his heart's * Look after him, and cannot do him good; malice,

* So mighty are his vowed enemies. And Suffolk's cloudy brow his stormy hate ; His fortunes I will weep; and, 'twixt each groan, Sharp Buckingham unburdens with his tongue Sav-Who's a traitor, Gloster he is none. Exit. The envious load that lies upon his heart;

Q. Mar. Free lords, cold snow melts with the And dogged York, that reaches at the moon,

sun's hot beams. 'Whose overweening arm I have pluck'd back, * Henry my lord is cold in great affairs,

* Too full of foolish pity; and Gloster's show (1) For easily. (2) For accusation. (3) Dearest. * Beguiles him, as the mournful crocodile

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h With sorrow snares relenting passengers ; * Car. A breach, that craves a quick expedient * Or as the snake, rolled in a towering bank,'

stop! * With shining checker'd slough, doth sting a child, 'What counsel give you in this weighty cause ! * That, for the beauty, thinks it excellent,

York. That Somerset be sent as regent thither : * Believe me, lords, were none more wise than I ''Tis meet, that lucky ruler be employ'd; * (And yet, herein, I judge mine own wit good,) "Witness the fortune he hath had in France. "This Gloster should be quickly rid the world, Som. If York, with all his far-fet" policy, To rid us from the fear we have of him.

Had been the regent there instead of me, * Car. That he should die, is worthy policy; * He never would have staid in France so long. * But yet we want a colour for his death:

York. No, not to lose it all, as thou hast done: * 'Tis meet he be condemned by course of lar. • I rather would have lost my life betimes,

* Suff But, in my mind, that were no policy: * Than bring a burden of dishonour home, * The king will labour still to save his life, * By staying there so long, till all were lost. * The commons haply rise to save his life; * Show me one scar character'd on thy skin : * And yet we have but trivial argument,

* Men's flesh preserv'd so whole, do seldom win. * More than mistrust, that shows him worthy death. * Q. Mar. Nay then, this spark will prove a * York. So that, by this, you would not have raging fire, him die.

* If wind and fuel be brought to feed it with : * Suff: Ah, York, no man alive so fain as I. * No more, good York; sweet Somerset, be still;* York. 'Tis York that hath more reason for his * Thy fortune, York, hadst thou been regent there, death.

* Might happily have prov'd far worse than his. * But, my lord cardinal, and you, my lord of Suf- York. What, worse than naught? nay, then a folk,

shame take all ! * Say, as you think, and speak it from your souls,- "Som. And, in the number, thee, that wishest * Were't not all one, an empty eagle were set

shaine ! * To guard the chicken from a hungry kite,

Car. My lord of York, try what your fortune is. * As place duke Humphrey for the king's protector? The uncivil kernes of Ireland are in arms, Q. Mar. So the poor chicken should be sure of. And temper clay with blood of Englislımen : death.

* To Ireland will you lead a band of men, Suff. Madam, 'tis true: And were't not mad- Collected choicely, from each county some, ness then,

And try your hap against the Irishmen? 'To make the fox surveyor of the fold ?

* York. I will, my lord, so please his majesty. Who being accus'd a crafty murderer,

* Sull, Why, our authority is his consent; His guilt should be but idly posted over,

* And what we do establish, he confirms : Because his purpose is not executed.

* Then, noble York, take thou this task in hand. No; let him die, in that he is a fox,

* York. I am content: Provide me soldiers, lords, By nature prov'd an enemy to the flock,

Whiles I take order for mine own affairs. Before his chaps be staind with crimson blood; "Suff. A charge, lord York, that I will see per"As Humphrey, prov'd by reasons, to my liege.

form'd. And do not stand on quillets, how to slay him: ‘But now return we to the false duke Humphrey: * Be it by gins, by snares, by subtilty,

Car. No more of him; for I will deal with him, "Sleeping or waking, 'tis no matter how,

'That, henceforth, he shall trouble us no more. “So he be dead; for that is good deceit,

And so break off'; the day is almost spent: Which mates* him first, that first intends deceit. Lord Suffolk, you and I must talk or that event. * Q. Mar. Thrice-noble Suffolk, 'tis resolutely * York. My lord of Suffolk, within fourteen days, spoke.

At Bristol I expect my soldiers; * Suff: Not resolute, except so much were done: 'For there I'll ship them all for Ireland. * For things are often spoke, and seldom meant : Sul. I'll see it truly done, my lord of York. * But, that my heart accordeth with my tongue,

[Exeunt all but York. * Seeing the deed is meritorious,

'York. Now, York, or never, steel thy fearful * And to preserve my sovereign from bis foe.

thoughts, * Say but the word, and I will be his priest.

"And change misdoubt to resolution : * Car. But I would have him dead, my lord of * Be that thou hop'st to be; or what thor art Suffolk,

* Resign to death, it is not worth the enjoying * Ere you can take due orders for a priest : * Let pale-fac'd fear keep with the mean-born

man, * Say, you consent, and censure well the deed, * And find no harbour in a royal heart. * And I'll provide his executioner,

* Faster than spring-time showers, comes thought * I tender so the safety of my liege.

on thought; * Suff. Here is my hand, the deed is worthy doing.

* And not a thought, but thinks on dignity. * R. Mar. And so say I.

* My brain more busy than the labouring spider, * York. And I: and now we three have spoke it,

* Weaves tedious snares to trap mine encmies. * It skills not greatlys who impugns our doom.

* Well, nobles, well, 'tis politicly done, Enter a Messenger.

* To send me packing with a host of men:

* I fear me, you but warm the starved snake, "Mess. Great lords, from Ireland am I come * Who, cherish'd in your breasts, will sting your amain,

hearts. "To signify—that rebels there are up,

'Twas men I lack'd, and you will give them me: * And put the Englishmen unto the sword: 'I take it kindly ; yet, be well assur'd * Send succours, lords, and stop the rage betime, "You put sharp weapons in a madman's hands. * Before the wound do grow incurable ;

“Whiles I in Ireland nourish a mighty band, * For, being green, there is great hope of help. * I will stir up in England some black storm, (1) i. e. In the flowers growing on a bank. (5) It is of no importance. (6) Expeditious. Skin.

(3) Perhaps. (4) Confounds. (7) Far-fetched.

me ?

* Shall blow ten thousand souls to heaven, or hell: * Q. Mar. God forbid any malice should prevail, * And this fell tempest shall not cease to rage * That faultless may condemn a nobleman ! * Until the golden circuit on my head,

* Pray God, he may acquit himn of suspicion ! * Like to the glorious sun's transparent beams, * K. Hen. I thank thee, Margaret; these words * Do calm the fury of this mad-bred flaw.'

content me much.*And, for a minister of my intent,

Re-enter Suffolk.
I have seduc'd a headstrong Kentishman,
John Cade of Ashford,

" How now? why look'st thou pale ? why tremblest "To make commotion, as full well he can,

thou? Under the title of John Mortimer.

Where is our uncle? what is the matter, Suffolk ? * In Ireland have I seen this stubborn Cade

Suff. Dead in his bed, my lord; Gloster is dead. * Oppose himself against a troop of kernes ;? * Q. Mar. Marry, God forefend ! * And fought so long, till that his thighs with darts * Čar. God's secret judgment:-1 did dream * Were almost like a sharp-quill'd porcupine:

to-night, And, in the end being rescu'd, I have seen him * The duke was dumb, and could not speak a word. Caper upright like a wild Mórisco,'.

(The King swoons. Shaking the bloody darts, as he his bells.

•Q. Mar. How fares my lord?-Help, fords ! the * Full often, like a shag-hair'd crafty kerne

king is dead. * Hath he conversed with the enemy;

* Som. Rear up his body; wring him by the nose. * And undiscover'd come to me again,

* Q. Mar. Run, go, help, help!-0, Henry, ope * And given me notice of their villanies.

thine eyes! This devil here shall be my substitute;

* Suff. He doth revive again ;-Madam, be For that John Mortimer, which now is dead,

patient. * In face, in gait, in speech, he doth resemble: * K. Hen. O heavenly God! By this I shall perceive the commons' mind, * Q. Mar. How fares my gracious lord ? 'How they affect the house and claim of York. Suff. Comfort, my sovereign! gracious Henry, Say, he be taken, rack'd, and tortur’d:

comfort! 'I know no pain, they can inflict upon him, K. Hen. What, doth my lord of Suffolk comfort "Will make him say-I mord him to those arms. "Sar, that he thrive (as 'tis great like he will,)

Came he right now* to sing a raven's note, Why, then from Ireland come I with my strength, * Whose dismal tune berelt my vital powers ; And reap the harvest which that rascal sow'd:

And thinks he, that the chirping of a wren, 'For, Humphrey being dead, as he shall be, ‘By crying comfort from a hollow breast, * And Henry put apart, the next for me. (Exit. Cán chase away the first-conceived sound ?

* Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words. SCENE II.-Bury. A room in the palace. En- * Lay not thy hands on me; forbear, I say; ter certain Murderers, hastily.

* Their touch affrights me, as a serpent's sting. 1 Mur. Run to my lord of Suffolk; let him know, Thou baleful messenger, out of my sight! * We have despatch'd the duke, as he commanded!). Upon thy, eye-balls murderous tyranny * 2 Mur, o, that it were to do !--What have Sits in grim majesty, to fright the world. we done!

Look not upon me, for thine eyes are wounding :• Didst ever hear a man so penitent?

'Yet do not go away ;-Come, basilisk,

* And kill the innocent gazer with thy sight : Enter Suffolk.

* For in the shade of deaih I shall find joy; '1 Mur, Here comes my lord.

* In life, but double death, now Gloster's dead. Suff.

Now, sirs, have you Q. Mar. Why do you rate my lord of Suffolk thus ? 'Despatch'd this thing ?

* Although the duke was enemy to him, 'I Mur.

Ay, my good lord, he's dead. ) * Yet he, most Christian-like, laments his death : Suff. Why, that's well said. Go, get you to * And for myself, —foe as he was to me, my house;

* Might liquid tears, or heart-offending groans, 'I will reward you for this venturous deed. * Or blood-consuming sighs, recall his life, "The king and all the peers are here at hand :

* I would be blind with weeping, sick with groans, 'Have you laid fair the bed ? are all things well, * Look pale as primrose, with blood-drinking sighs, * According as I gave directions ?

* And all to have the noble duke alive. "1 Mur. 'Tis, my good lord.

"What know I how the world may deem of me ? Suff. Away, be gone! (Exeunt Murderers. For it is known we were but hollow friends; Enter King Henry, Queen Margaret, Cardinal * So shall my name with slander's tongue bo

• It may be judg'd, I made the duke away: Beaufort, Somerset, Lords, and others.

wounded, *K. Hen. Go, call our uncle to our presence * And princes' courts be fill'd with my reproach. straight:

* This get I by his death: Ah me, unhappy! Say, we intend to try his grace to-day,

* To be a queen, and crown'd with infamy! Ir he be guilty, as 'lis published.

K. Hen. Ah, wo is me for Gloster, wretched man! Suff. I'll call him presently, my noble lord. Q. Mar. Be wo for me,more wretched than he is.

(Exil. What, dost thou turn away, and hide thy face ? 'K. Hen. Lords, take your places ;-And, I I am no loathsome leper, look on me. pray you all,

* What, art thou, like the adder, waxen deaf? 'Proceed no siraiter 'gainst our uncle Gloster, * Be poisonous too, and kill thy forlorn queen. Than frorn true evidence, of good esteem, * Is all thy comfort shut in Gloster's tomb? He be approv'd in practice culpable.

Why, then dame Margaret was ne'er thy joy: (1) A violent gust of wind.

(4) Just now. 12) Irish foot-soldiers, light-armed.

(5) i. e. Let not wo be to thee for Gloster, but (3) A Moor in a morris dance.

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* Erect his statue then, and worship it,

Some violent hands were laid on Humphrey's life' * And make my image but an alehouse sign. * Ii' my suspect be false, forgive me, God; Was I, for this, nigh wreck'd upon the sea; * For judgment only doth belong to thee! * And twice by awkward wind from England's bank * Fain would I go to chafe his paly lips ‘Drove back again unto my native clime? * With twenty thousand kisses, and to drain What boded this, but well-forewarning wind * Upon his face an ocean of salt tears; Did seem to say,-Seek not a scorpion's nest, * To tell my love unto his dumb deaf trunk, * Nor set no footing on this unkind shore ? * And with my fingers feel his hand unfeeling: * What did I then, but curs’d the gentle gusts, * But all in vain are these mean obsequies; * And he that loos'd them from their brazen caves * And, to survey bis dead and earthly image, * And bid them blow towards England's blessed * What were it but to make my sorrow greater?

shore, * Or turn our stern upon a dreadful rock?

The folding-doors of an inner chamber are throwon * Yet Æolus would not be a murderer,

open, and Gloster is discovered dead in his bed : * But left that hateful office unto thee :

Warwick and others standing by it. * The pretty vaulting sea refus'd to drown me; * War. Come hither, gracious sovereign, riew * Knowing, that thou wonldst have me drown'd on

this body: shore,

* K. Hen. That is to see how deep my grave is * With tears as salt as sea, through thy unkindness : made: * The splitting rocks cower'd in the sinking sands, * For, with his soul, fled all my worldly solace; * And would not dash me with their ragged sides ; * For seeing him, I see my life in death.' * Because thy flinty heart, more hard than they, • War. As surely as my soul intends to live * Might in thy palace perish Margaret.

“With that dread King that took our state upon him * As far as I could ken thy chalky cliffs,

"To free us from his Father's wrathful curse, * When from the shore the tempest beat us back, 'I do believe that violent hands were laid * i stood upon the hatches in the storm:

'Upon the life of this thrice-famed duke. * And when the dusky sky began to rob

Suff. A dreadful oath, sworn with a solemn * My earnest-gaping sighi of thy land's view,

tongue ! * I took a costly jewel from my neck,

• What instance gives lord Warwick for his row? * A heart it was, bound in with diamonds, –

War. See, how the blood is settled in his face ! * And threw it towards thy land ;—the sea re- On have I seen a timely-parted ghost, ceir'd it;

Of ashy semblance, ineagre, pale, and bloodless, * And so, I wish'd, thy body might my heart : • Being all descended to the labouring heart; * And even with this, I lost fair England's view, Who, in the conflict that it holds with death, * And bid mine eyes be packing with my heart; * Attracts the same for aidance 'gainst the enemy; * And call'd them blind and dusky spectacles, “Which with the heart there cools and ne'er re* For losing ken of Albion's wished coast.

turneth * How often have I tempted Suffolk's tongue "To blush and beautify the cheek again. * (The agent of thy foul inconstancy,).

‘But, see, his face is black, and full of blood; * To sit and watch me, as Ascanius did,

* His eye-balls further out than when he liv'd, * When he to madding Dido would unfold 'Staring full ghastly, like a strangled man: * His father's acts, commenc'd in burning Troy?. "His hair upreard, his nostrils stretch'd with * Am I not witch'd like her? or thou not false like struggling; him?

"His hands abroad display'd, as one that grasp'd * Ah me, I can no more! Die, Margaret! And tugg'd for life, and was by strength subdu'd. * For Henry weeps, that thou dost live so long. Look on the sheets, his hair, you see, is sticking ; Noise within. Enter Warwick and Salisbury.

· His well-proportioned beard made rough and

rugged, The Commons press to the door. "Like to the summer's corn by tempest lodg'd. War. It is reported, mighty sovereign, 'It cannot be, but he was murder'd here ; "That good duke Humphrey traitorously is mur-" The least of all these signs were probable. der'd

Suff. Why, Warwick, who should do the duke By Suffolk and the cardinal Beaufort's means.

to death? 'The commons, like an angry hive of bees, Myself, and Beaufort, had him in protection;

That want their leader, scatter up and down, ' And we, I hope, sir, are no murderers. . And care not who they sting in his revenge. War. But both of you were vow'd duke HumMyself have calm'd their spleenful mutiny,

phrey's foes ; * Until they hear the order of his death.

"And you, forsooth, had the good duke to keep: K. Hen. That he is dead, good Warwick, 'tis Cis sike, you would not feast him like a friend; too true;

" And 'tis well seen, he found an enemy. But how he died, God knows, not Henry:

'Q. Mar. Then you, belike, suspect these noble‘Enter his ehamber, view his breathless corpse, * And comment then upon his sudden death. "As guilty of duke Humphrey's timeless death. War. That I shall do, my liege:-Stay, Sal- War. Who finds the heifer dead, and bleeding isbury,

fresh, With the rude multitude, till I return.

And sees fast by a butcher with an axe, [Warwick goes into an inner room, and But will suspect, 'twas he that made the slaughter? Salisbury retires.

Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest, K. Hen. Othou that judgest all things, stay But may imagine how the bird was dead, my thoughts :

Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak? * My thoughts, that labour to persuade my soul,

(2) A body becomes inanimate in the common (1) i. e. I see my life destroyed-or endangered by course of nature, to which violence has not brought nis death.

a timeless end.


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