Am I not witch'd like her? or thou not false like him? Ah me, I can no more! Die, Margaret !

For Henry weeps, that thou dost live so long.

Noise within. Enter WARWICK and SALISBURY. The Commons press to the door.

War. It is reported, mighty sovereign,

That good duke Humphrey traitorously is murder'd
By Suffolk and the cardinal Beaufort's means.
The commons, like an angry hive of bees,
That want their leader, scatter up and down,
And care not who they sting in his revenge.
Myself have calm'd their spleenful mutiny,
Until they hear the order of his death.

K.Hen. That he is dead, good Warwick, 'tis too true; But how he died, God knows, not Henry :

Enter his chamber, view his breathless corpse,

And comment then upon his sudden death.

War. That I shall do, my liege :-Stay, Salisbury, With the rude multitude, till I return.

[WARWICK goes into an inner Room, and SALISBURY retires.

K. Hen. O thou that judgest all things, stay my thoughts;

My thoughts, that labour to persuade my soul,
Some violent hands were laid on Humphrey's life!
If my suspect be false, forgive me, God;

For judgment only doth belong to thee!
Fain would I go to chafe his paly lips
With twenty thousand kisses, and to drain
Upon his face an ocean of salt tears;
To tell my love unto his dumb deaf trunk,
And with my fingers feel his hand unfeeling :
But all in vain are these mean obsequies;
And, to survey his dead and earthy image,
What were it but to make my sorrow greater?

The folding Doors of an inner Chamber are thrown open, and GLOSTER is discovered dead in his Bed: WARWICK and others standing by it.

War. Come hither, gracious sovereign, view this body. K.Hen. That is to see how deep my grave is made : For, with his soul, fled all my worldly solace ;

For seeing him, I see my life in death.

War. As surely as my soul intends to live

With that dread King that took our state upon him
To free us from his Father's wrathful curse,

I do believe that violent hands were laid

Upon the life of this thrice-famed duke.

Suf. A dreadful oath, sworn with a solemn tongue!
What instance gives lord Warwick for his vow?
War. See, how the blood is settled in his face!
Oft have I seen a timely-parted ghost,

Of ashy semblance, meager, pale, and bloodless,
Being all descended to the labouring heart;
Who, in the conflict that it holds with death,
Attracts the same for aidance 'gainst the enemy;
Which with the heart there cools, and ne'er returneth
To blush and beautify the cheek again.
But, see, his face is black, and full of blood;
His eye-balls further out than when he liv'd,
Staring full ghastly like a strangled man:

His hair uprear'd, his nostrils stretch'd with struggling;
His hands abroad display'd, 1 as one that grasp'd
And tugg'd for life, and was by strength subdu'd.
Look on the sheets, his hair, you see, is sticking;
His well-proportioned beard made rough and rugged,
Like to the summer's corn by tempest lodg'd.

It cannot be, but he was murder'd here;
The least of all these signs were probable.

Suf. Why, Warwick, who should do the duke to death?
Myself, and Beaufort, had him in protection;
And we, I hope, sir, are no murderers.

War. But both of you were vow'd duke Humphrey's foes;

And you, forsooth, had the good duke to keep :
'Tis like, you would not feast him like a friend;
And 'tis well seen he found an enemy.

Q.Mar. Then you, belike, suspect these noblemen

As guilty of duke Humphrey's timeless death.

War. Who finds the heifer dead, and bleeding fresh, And sees fast by a butcher with an axe,

[9] All that is true of the body of a dead man, is here said by Warwick of the Soul. I would read:

Oft have I seen a timely parted corse.

I cannot but stop a moment to observe that this horrible scarcely the work of any pen but Shakspeare's.

description is JOHNS. Our author is not chargeable here with any impropriety, or confusion. He has only used the phraseology of his time.

MAL.

[1] That is, the fingers being widely distended. So a down, for down ; aweary, for weary, &c. MAL.

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But will suspect, 'twas he that made the slaughter?
Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest,
But may imagine how the bird was dead,
Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak?
Even so suspicious is this tragedy.

Q.Mar. Are you the butcher, Suffolk; where's your

knife?

Is Beaufort term'd a kite? where are his talons?
Suf. I wear no knife, to slaughter sleeping men ;
But here's a vengeful sword, rusted with ease,
That shall be scoured in his rancorous heart,
That slanders me with murder's crimson badge :-
Say, if thou dar'st, proud lord of Warwickshire,
That I am faulty in duke Humphrey's death.

[Exeunt Cardinal, Soм. and others. War.What dares not Warwick,iffalse Suffolk dare him? Q.Mar. He dares not calm his contumelious spirit, Nor cease to be an arrogant controller,

Though Suffolk dare him twenty thousand times.

War. Madam, be still; with reverence may I say; For every word, you speak in his behalf,

Is slander to your royal dignity.

Suf. Blunt-witted lord, ignoble in demeanour ! If ever lady wrong'd her lord so much,

Thy mother took into her blameful bed

Some stern untutor❜d churl, and noble stock

Was graft with crab-tree slip; whose fruit thou art,
And never of the Nevils' noble race.

War. But that the guilt of murder bucklers thee,
And I should rob the deathsman of his fee,
Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames,
And that my sovereign's presence makes me mild,
I would, false murderous coward, on thy knee
Make thee beg pardon for thy passed speech,
And say it was thy mother that thou meant'st,
That thou thyself wast born in bastardy:
And, after all this fearful homage done,
Give thee thy hire, and send thy soul to hell,
Pernicious bloodsucker of sleeping men!

Suf. Thou shalt be waking, while I shed thy blood, If from this presence thou dar'st go with me.

War. Away even now, or I will drag thee hence : Unworthy though thou art, I'll cope with thee, And do some service to duke Humphrey's ghost.

[Exeunt SUFFOLK and WARWICK.

K.Hen. What stronger breast-plate than a heart un

tainted?

Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just ;
And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel,
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.

Q.Mar. What noise is this?

[A Noise within.

Re-enter SUFFOLK and WARWICK, with their Weapons drawn.

K.Hen. Why, how now, lords? your wrathful weapons drawn

Here in our presence? dare you be so bold ?-
Why, what tumultuous clamour have we here?
Suf. The traitorous Warwick, with the men of Bury,
Set all upon me, mighty sovereign.

Noise of a Crowd within. Re-enter SALISBURY. Sal. Sirs, stand apart; the king shall know your mind.[Speaking to those within. Dread lord, the commons send you word by me, Unless false Suffolk straight be done to death, Or banished fair England's territories,

They will by violence tear him from your palace,
And torture him with grievous ling'ring death.
They say, by him the good duke Humphrey died;
They say, in him they fear your highness' death;
And mere instinct of love, and loyalty,—
Free from a stubborn opposite intent,
As being thought to contradict your liking,-
Makes them thus forward in his banishment.
They say, in care of your most royal person,
That, if your highness should intend to sleep,
And charge-that no man should disturb your rest,
In pain of your dislike, or pain of death;
Yet notwithstanding such a strait edict,
Were there a serpent seen, with forked tongue,
That slily glided towards your majesty,

It were but necessary, you were wak'd;

Lest, being suffer'd in that harmful slumber,

The mortal worm2 might make the sleep eternal :
And therefore do they cry, though you forbid,
That they will guard you, whe'r you will, or no,
From such fell serpents as false Suffolk is;

[2] Serpents in general, were anciently called worms.

STEEV.

With whose envenomed and fatal sting,

Your loving uncle, twenty times his worth,

They say, is shamefully bereft of life.

Commons. [Within.] An answer from the king, my lord of Salisbury.

Suf. 'Tis like, the commons, rude unpolish'd hinds, Could send such message to their sovereign:

But you, my lord, were glad to be employ'd,
To show how quaint an orator3 you are:
But all the honour Salisbury hath won,
Is that he was the lord ambassador,
Sent from a sort of tinkers to the king.4

Commons. [Within.] An answer from the king, or we'll all break in.

K.Hen. Go, Salisbury, and tell them all from me,
I thank them for their tender loving care:
And had I not been 'cited so by them,
Yet did I purpose as they do entreat;
For sure, my thoughts do hourly prophesy
Mischance unto my state by Suffolk's means.
And therefore,-by His majesty I swear,
Whose far unworthy deputy I am,-

He shall not breathe infection in this air5

But three days longer, on the pain of death. [Exit SAL.
Q.Mar. O Henry, let me plead for gentle Suffolk !
K.Hen. Ungentle queen, to call him gentle Suffolk.

No more, I say; if thou dost plead for him,
Thou wilt but add increase unto my wrath.
Had I but said, I would have kept my word;
But, when I swear, it is irrevocable :-

If, after three days' space, thou here be'st found

On any ground that I am ruler of,

The world shall not be ransome for thy life.

Come, Warwick, come good Warwick, go with me; I have great matters to impart to thee.

[Exeunt K. HENRY, WARWICK, Lords, &c. Q. Mar. Mischance, and sorrow, go along with you! Heart's discontent, and sour affliction,

Be playfellows to keep you company!

There's two of you; the devil make a third!
And threefold vengeance tend upon your steps!
Suf. Cease, gentle queen, these execrations,

[3] Quaint for dextrous, artificial. MAL.

[4] A sort-is a company.

JOHNS.

[5] That is, he shall not contaminate this air with his infected breath.

MAL