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And put the Englishmen unto the sword:
uncurable; For, being green, there is great hope of help.
Car. A breach that craves a quick expedient stop! What counsel give you in this weighty cause?
YORK. That Somerset be sent as regent thither: 'Tis meet that lucky ruler be employ'd ; Witness the fortune he hath had in France.
Som. If York, with all his far-fet policy,
YORK. No, not to lose it all, as thou hast done:
fire, If wind and fuel be brought to feed it with : No more, good York; sweet Somerset, be still: Thy fortune, York, hadst thou been regent there, Might happily have proved far worse than his. York. What, worse than nought? nay, then, a
shame take all ! Som. And, in the number, thee that wishest
shame. Car. My Lord of York, try
fortune is. The uncivil kerns of Ireland are in arms And temper clay with blood of Englishmen:
To Ireland will you lead a band of men,
YORK, I will, my lord, so please his majesty.
Suf. Why, our authority is his consent,
YORK. I am content: provide me soldiers, lords,
form’d. But now return we to the false Duke Humphrey.
Car. No more of him ; for I will deal with him That henceforth he shall trouble us 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 days At Bristol I expect my soldiers ; For there I'll ship them all for Ireland. Sur. 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 hopest to be, or what thou art Resign to death; it is not worth the enjoying : Let pale-faced fear keep with the mean-born man, And find no harbour in a 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
And undiscover'd come to me again
reap the harvest which that rascal sow'd ; For Humphrey being dead, as he shall be, And Henry put apart, the next for me. [Exit.
Enter certain Murderers, hastily.
know We have dispatch'd the duke, as he commanded.
Sec. Mur. O that it were to do! What have we Didst ever hear a man so penitent?
done i Enter SUFFOLK. First Mur. Here comes my lord. Sur. Now, sirs, have you dispatch'd this thing? First Mur. Ay, my good lord, he's dead. Sur. Why, that's well said. Go, get you to my
I will reward you for this venturous deed.
laid fair the bed? Is all things well, According as I
directions ? First Mur. 'Tis, my good lord. SUF. Away! be gone.
[Exeunt Murderers. Sound trumpets. Enter the KING, the QUEEN, CAR
DINAL BEAUFORT, SOMERSET, with Attendants. KING. Go, call our uncle to our presence straight; Say we intend to try his grace to-day, If he be guilty, as 'tis published. Sur. I'll call him presently, my noble lord.
[Exit. KING. Lords, take your places; and, I pray you all, Proceed no straiter 'gainst our uncle Gloucester Than from true evidence of good esteem He be approved in practice culpable.
QUEEN. God forbid any malice should prevail, That faultless may condemn a nobleman ! Pray God he may acquit him of suspicion ! King. I thank thee, Meg; these words content me much.
Re-enter SUFFOLK. How now! why look'st thou pale? why tremblest
thou? Where is our uncle ? what's the matter, Suffolk ?
Suf. Dead in his bed, my lord; Gloucester is dead.