Car. My liege, his railing is intolerable: False allegations to o'erthrow his state? Q. Mar. But I can give the loser leave to chide. Buck. He'll wrest the sense, and hold us here all day.— Car. Sirs, take away the duke, and guard him sure. Glo. Ah, thus king Henry throws away his crutch, Before his legs be firm bear his body; Thus is the shepherd beaten from thy side, And wolves are gnarling who shall graw thee first. For, good king Henry, thy decay I fear. [Exeunt Attendants, with GLOSTER. K. Hen. My lords, what to your wisdoms seemeth best, Do, or undo, as if ourself were here. Q. Mar. What, will your highness leave the parliament ? K. Hen. Ay, Margaret; my heart is drowned with grief, Whose flood begins to flow within mine eyes; My body round engirt with misery; For what's more miserable than discontent?- The map of honor, truth, and loyalty! And yet, good Humphrey, is the hour to come, Thou never didst them wrong, nor no man wrong; And binds the wretch, and beats it when it strays, Be B Even so myself bewails good Gloster's case, With sad, unhelpful tears; and with dimmed eyes So mighty are his vowed enemies. His fortunes I will weep; and, 'twixt each groan, [Exit. Q. Mar. 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 Car. That he should die, is worthy policy; More than mistrust, that shows him worthy death. York. 'Tis York that hath more reason for his death.- As place duke Humphrey for the king's protector? Who being accused a crafty murderer, Before his chaps be stained with crimson blood; D* Sleeping or waking, 'tis no matter how, 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 consent, and censure well the deed, I tender so the safety of my liege. Suff. 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 impugns our doom. Enter a Messenger. Mess. Great lords, from Ireland am I come amain, To signify that rebels there are up, And put the Englishmen unto the sword: Send succors, lords, and stop the rage betime, For, being green, there is great hope of help. York. That Somerset be sent as regent thither: Som. If York, with all his far-fet policy, Q. Mar. Nay, then, this spark will prove a raging fire, York. What, worse than naught? 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 kernes of Ireland are in arms, And temper clay with blood of Englishmen; To Ireland will you lead a band of men, Collected choicely, from each county some, And try your hap against the Irishmen? York. I will, my lord, so please his majesty. Suff. 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. Suff. A charge, lord York, that I will see performed. 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 day, At Bristol I expect my soldiers; For there I'll ship them all for Ireland. Suff. 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-faced fear keep with the mean-born man, And find no harbor 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 laboring spider, Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies. Well, nobles, well, 'tis politicly done, To send me packing with a host of men; 1 fear me, you but warm the starved snake, Who, cherished in your breasts, will sting your hearts. 'Twas men I lacked, and you will give them me; I take it kindly; yet, be well assured You put sharp weapons in a madman's hands. And this fell tempest shall not cease to rage I have seduced a headstrong Kentishman, To make commotion, as full well he can, In Ireland have I seen this stubborn Cade And fought so long, till that his thighs with darts Shaking the bloody darts, as he his bells. SCENE II. Bury. A Room in the Palace. Enter certain Murderers, hastily. [Exit. 1 Mur. Run to my lord of Suffolk; let him know, We have despatched the duke, as he commanded. 2 Mur. O, that it were to do! -What have we done? Didst ever hear a man so penitent? Enter SUFFOLK. 1 Mur. Here comes my lord. Suff. Despatched this thing? Now, sirs, have you |