And put the Englishmen unto the sword: 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: If wind and fuel be brought to feed it with : 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 what your 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, And what we do establish he confirms: Then, noble York, take thou this task in hand. YORK. I am content: provide me soldiers, lords, Whiles I take order for mine own affairs. SUF. A charge, Lord York, that I will see perform'd. But now return we to the false Duke Humphrey. 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 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 To send me packing with an host of men: You put sharp weapons in a madman's hands. Like to the glorious sun's transparent beams, I have seduced a headstrong Kentishman, To make commotion, as full well he can, In Ireland have I seen this stubborn Cade And, in the end being rescued, I have seen And undiscover'd come to me again I know no pain they can inflict upon him SCENE II. Bury St. Edmund's. A room of state. Enter certain Murderers, hastily. [Exit. FIRST MUR. Run to my Lord of Suffolk; let him 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? Enter SUFFOLK. FIRST MUR. Here comes my lord. [done? SUF. Now, sirs, have you dispatch'd this thing? FIRST MUR. Ay, my good lord, he's dead. SUF. Why, that's well said. Go, get you to my house; E I will reward you for this venturous deed. Have laid fair the bed? Is all things well, According as I gave directions? FIRST MUR. "Tis, my good lord. SUF. Away! be gone. [Exeunt Murderers. Sound trumpets. Enter the KING, the QUEEN, CarDINAL 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. QUEEN. Marry, God forfend! CAR. God's secret judgement: I did dream tonight |