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Say, be be taken, rack d, and tortured;

Can chase away the first conceived sound!
I know, no pain they can inflict upon him,

Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd wordt
Will make him say-I mov'd him to those arms. Lay not thy bands on me ; forbear, I say;
Say, that he thrive, (as 'tis great like be will.) Their touch affrights me, as a serpent's sting.
Why, then from Ireland come I with my strength, Thou baleful messenger, out of my sight!
And reap the harvest which that rascal sow'd : Upon thy eye-balls murderous tyranny
For, Humphrey being dead, as he shall be,

Sits in grim majesty. to fright the world.
And Henry put apart, the next for me. [Exit. || Look not upon me for thine eyes are wounding:

Yet do not go away ;--Crime, basilisk, SCENE II.-Bury. A Room in the Palace. Enter And kill the innocent gazer with thy sight: Certain Murderers, hastily.

For in the shade of death I shall find joy; i Mur. Run to my lord of Suffolk ; let him know, || In life, but double death, now Gloster's dead. We have despatch'd the duke as he commanded. Q. Mar. Why do you rate my lord of Su folk thus?

2 Mur. O, that it were to do! - What hare we done? Although the duke was enemy to him, Didst ever hear a man so penitent?

Yet he most christian-like, laments his death: Enter Suffolk.

And for myself,-foe as he was to me. 1 Mur. Here comes my lord.

Might liquid tears, or heart-offending groans,

Or blood-consuming sighs recall his lifc, Suf.

Now, sirs, have you

I would be blind with weeping, sick with groans, Despatch'd this thing?

Look pale as primrose, with blood drinking sighs, 1 Mur. Ay, my good lord, he's dead.

And all to have the noble duke alive. Suf. Why, that's well said. Go, get you to my house ;

What know I how the world may deem of me? I will reward you for this venturous deed.

For it is known, we were but hollow friends ;

It may be judg'd, I made the duke away:
The king and all the peers are here at hand:-
Have you laid fair the bed ? are all things well,

So shall my name with slander's tongue be wounded According as I gave directions?

And princes'courts be fill'd with my reproach.

This get I by his death: Ab me, unhappy! 1 Mur. 'Tis, my good lord.

To be a queen, and crown'd with infamy! Suf. Away, be gone! [E.reunt Murderers.

K. Hen. Ah, woe is me for Gloster, wretched man! Enter King Henry, Queen Margaret, Cardinal Beau Q. Mar. Be woe for me, more wretched than he is fort, Somerset Lords, and others.

What, dost thou turn away, and hide thy face? K. Hen. Go, call our uncle to our presence straight: I am no loathsome leper, look on me. Say, we intend to try his grace today,

What, art thou, like the adder, waxen deaf? If he be guilty, as 'tis published.

Be poisonous too, and kill thy forlorn queen. Suf. I'll call him presently, my noble lord. [Exit. | Is all thy comfort shut in Gloster's tomb? K. Hen. Lords, take your places ;-And, I pray you

Why, then dame Margaret was ne'er thy joy:

Erect his statue then, and worship it Proceed no straighter 'gainst our uncle Gloster,

And make my image but an alehouse sign. 'Than from true evidence, of good esteem,

Was I, for this, nigh wneck'd upon the sea ; He be approv'd in practice culpable.

And twice by awkward wind from England's lank Q. Mar. God forbid any malice should prevail,

Drove back again unto my native cline? That faultless may condemn a nobleman!

What boded this, but well-forewarning wind Pray God, he may acquit him of suspicion !

Did seem to say.-Seek not a scorpion's nest, K. Hen. I thank thee, Margaret; these words con

Nor set no footing on this unkind shore? tent me much.

What did I then, but curs'd the gentle gusta,

And he that loos'd them from their brazen caves; Re-enter Suffolk.

And bid them blow towards England's blessed skare, How now? why look'st thou pale ? why tremblest Or turn our stern upon a dreadful rock? thou?

Yet Æolus would not be a murderer, Where is our uncle ? what is the matter, Suffolk ? But left that hateful office imto thee :

Suf. Dead in his bed, my lord ; Gloster is dead. The pretty vaulting sta refus'd to drown me; Q. Mar. Marry, God forefend !

Knowing, that thou would'st have medrown'd on shore Car. God's secret judgement :-1 did dream to-night. With uars as salt as sea through th unkirdress: The duke was dumb, and could not speak a word. The splitting rocks cower'd in the sinking sands,

[The King swoons. And would not dash me with their razred sides; Q. Mar. How fares my lord ?-Help, lords! the king Because thy flinty h: art, more hard than they, is dead.

Might in thy palace perish Margaret. Som. Rear up his body; wring him by the nose. As far as I could ken thy chalky clitl's, Q. Mar. Run, go, help, help!-0, Henry, ope thine When from the shore the tempest beat us back, eyes!

I stood upon the hatches in the storm: Suf. He doth revive again ;-Madam, be patient. And when the dusky sky began to rob K. Hen. O heavenly God!

My earde-st-gaping sight of thy land's riew, 2. Mar.

How fares my gracious loril ? I took a costly jewel from my neck.Suf: Comfort, my sovereign! gracious Henry, com A beart it was, bound in with diamonds,fort!

And thiew it towards the land ;-the sea receivdit; K. Hon. What doth my lord of Suffolk comfort me? And so, I wish d, thy body might my beart: Came he right now to sing a maven's note,

And even with this, I lost fair England's view, Whose dismal tune bereft my vital powers ;

And bid mine eyes be packing with my beart; And thinks he, that the chirping of a wren,

And call'd them blind and dusky spectacles By crying comfort from a hollow breast,

For losing keu of Albion's wished coast.

all,

How often have I tempted Suffolk's tongue Look on the sheets, his hair, you see, is sticking; (The agent of thy foul inconstancy)

His well-proportion'd beard made rough and rugged, To sit and witch me, as Ascanius did,

Like to the summer's corn by tempest lodg'd. When he to madding Dido would unfold

It cannot be, but he was murder'd here;
His father's acts commenc'd in burning Troy? The least of all these signs were probable
Am I not witch'd like her? or thou not false like him? Suf. Why, Warwick, who skould do the duke to
Al me, I can no more! Die, Margaret!

death?
For Henry weeps, that thou dost live so long. Myself, and Beaufort, had him in protection ;
Noise within. Entér Warwick and Salisbury. Tie and we, I hope, sir, are no murderers.
Commons press to the door.

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

foes; War. It is reported, mighty sovereign,

And you, forsootb. had the good duke to keep: That good duke Humphrey traitorously is murder'd

'Tis like, you would not feast him like a friend; By Suffolk and the cardinal Beaufort's means.

And 'tis well seen he found an enemy. The commons, like an angry hive of bees,

l. Mar. Then you, belike, suspeet these noblemen That want their leader, scatter up and down,

As guilty of duke Humphrey's timeless death. And care not who they sting in his revenge.

War. Who finds the heifer dead. and bleeding fresh, Myself have calm'd their spleenful mutiny,

And sees fast by a butcher with an axe, Until they hear the onler of his death.

But will suspect, 'twas he that made the slaughter? K. Hen. That he is dead, good Warwick, 'tis too true;

Who finds the partridge in the puttoek's nest,
But how he died, God knows, not Henry :
Enter his chamber, view his breathless corpse,

But may imagine how the bird was dead,

Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak ? And comment then upon his sudden death.

Even su suspicious is this tragedy. War. That I shall do, my liege:-Stay, Salisbury,

Q. Mar. Are you the butcher, Suffolk; where's your With the rude multitude, till I return.

knife! [Warwick goes into an inner room, and Salis

Is Beaufort term'd a kite? where are his talons?

bury retires. K. Hen. O thou that judgest all things, stay my

Suf. I wear no knife, to slaughter sleeping men;

But here's a vengeful sword, rusted with ease, thoughu;

That shall be scoured in his rancorous heart, My thoughts, that labour to persuade my soul,

That slanders me with murder's erimson badge :Some violent hands were laid on Humphrey's life!

Say, if thou dar'st, proud lord of Warwickshire, If my suspect be false, forgive me, God;

That I am faulty in duke Humphrey's death. For judgement only doth belong to thee!

[Exeunt Cardinal, Som. and others. Fai vould I go to chafe his paly lips

War. What dares not Warwick, if false Suffolk With twenty thousand kisses, and to drain

dare him? Upon his face an ocean of salt tears ;

Q. Mar. He dares not calm his contumelious spirit, To tell my love unto his dumb deaf trunk,

Nor cease to be an arrogant controller, And with my fingers feel his hand unfeeling:

Though Suffolk dare him twenty thousand times. But all in vain are these mean obsequies ;

War. Madam, be still ; with reverence may I say; And, to survey his dead and earthy image,

For every word, you speak in his behalf, What were it but to make my sorrow greater?

Is slander to your royal dignity. The folding Doors of an inner Chamber are thrown Suf. Blunt-witted lord, ignoble in demeanour! open, and Gloster is discovered dead in his Bed :

If ever lady wrong'd her lord so much, Warwick and others standing by it.

Thy mother took into her blameful bed Hur. Come hither, gracious sovereigu, view this Some stern untutor'd churl, and noble stock body.

Was graft with crabtree slip; whose fruit thou art, K. Hen. That is to see how deep my grave is made: And never of the Nevils' noble race. For, with his soul, fled all my worldly solace;

War. But that the guilt of murder bucklers thee, For seeing him, I see my life in death.

And I should rob the deathsman of his fee, Wur. As surely as my soul intends to live

Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames, With that dread King that took our state upon him And that my sovereign's presence makes me mild, To free us from his Father's wrathful curse,

I would, false murderous coward, on thy knee I do believe that violent hands were laid

Make thee beg pardon for thy passed speech,
Upon the life of this thrice-famed duke.

And say-it was thy mother that thou meant'st,
Suf. A dreadful oath, sworn with a solemn tongue ! That thou thyself wast born in bastardy:
What instance gives lord Warwick for his vow? And, after all this fearful homage done,

War. See, how the blood is settled in his face! Give thee thy hire, and send thy soul to hell,
Oft have I seen a timely-parted ghost,

Pernicious bloodsucker of sleeping men!
Of ashy semblance, meagre, pale, and bloodless, Suf. Thou shalt be waking, while I shed thy blood,
Beiug all descended to the labouring heart;

If from this presence thou dar'st go with me. Who, in the conflict that it holds with death,

War. Away even now, or I will drag thee bence: Aturacts the same for aidance 'gainst the enemy; Unworthy though thou art, I'll cope with thee, Which with the heart there cools, and c'er returneth

And do some service to duke Humphrey's ghost. To blusb and beautify the eleck again.

[Excunt Suffolk and Warwick. But, sex, his face is black, and full of blood;

Ki llen. What stronger breast-plate than a heart His eyeballs further out than when he livid,

untainted ? Staring full ghastly like a strangled ınan :

Thurice is be arm 'd, that hath his quarrel just; Ils lair opreard, his nostrils stretch'd with struggling; ! And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, His isands abroad display'd, as one that grasp'd

Whose cunsciene with injustice is corrupted. Aud tugz'd for life, and was by strength subduila

La noise within

l. Mar. What poise is this?

The world shall not be ransome for thy lifeRe-enter Suffolk and Warwick, with their Weapons || Come, Warwick, come good Warwick, go with me; drawn.

I have great matters to impart to thee.

[Exeunt K. Henry, Warwick, Lords, or. K. Hen. Whý, how now, lords ? your wrathful wea

Q. Mar. Mischance, and sorrow, go along with you! pons drawn Here in our presence ? dare you be so bold ?

Heart's discontent, and sour affliction, Why, what tumultuous clamour have we here?

Be playfellows to keep you company ! Suf. The traitorous Warwick, with the men of Bury,

There's two of you ; the devil make a third!

And threefold vengeance tend upon your steps! Set all upon me, mighty sovereign.

Suf: Cease, gentle queen, these execrations, Noise of a Crowd within. Re-enter Salisbury. And let thy Suffolk take his heavy leave. Sal. Sirs, stand apart; the king shall know your Q. Mar. Fye, coward woman, and soft-hearted mind.

(Speaking to those within. wretch! Dread lord, the commons send you word by me, Hast thou not spirit to curse thine enemies? Unless false Suffolk straight be done to death,

Suf. A plague upon them! wherefore should I curse Or banished fair England's territories,

them? 'They will by violence tear him from your palace, Would curses kill, as doth the mandrake's gran, And torture him with grievous ling‘ring death. I would invent as bitter-searching terms, They say, by him the good duke Humphrey died; As curst, as harsh, and horrible to hear, They say, in him they fear your highness' death; Deliver'd strongly through my fixed teeth, And mere instinct of love, and loyalty,

With full as many sigus of deadly hate, Free from a stubborn opposite intent,

As lean-fac'd Envy in her loathsome cave: As being thought to contradict your liking

My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words: Makes them thus forward in his banishment.

Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint; They say, in care of your most royal person,

My hair be fix'd on end, as one distract; That, if your highness should intend to sleep, Ay, every joint should seem to curse and ban: And charge-that no man should disturb your rest, And even now my burden'd heart would break, In pain of your dislike, or pain of death ;

Should I not curse them. Poisop be their drink! Yet notwithstanding such a strait edict,

Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest that they taste! Were there a serpent seen, with forked tongue, Their sweetest shade, a grove of cypress trees! That slily glided towards your majesty,

Their chiefest prospect, murdering basilisks! It were but necessary, you were wakd ;

Their softest touch, as smart as lizards' stings ! Lest, being suffer'd in that harmful slumber,

Their music, frightful as the serpent's hiss; The mortal worm might make the sleep eternał: And boding screech-owls make the concert fall! And therefore do they cry, though you forbid, All the foul terrors in dark-seated bellThat they will guard you, whe'r you will, or no, l. Mar. Enough, sweet Suffolk; thou torment's From such fell serpents as false Suffolk is;

thyself; With whose envenomed and fatal sting,

And these dread curses-like the sun 'gainst glass, Your loving uncle, twenty times his worth,

Or like an overcharged gun,-recoil, They say, is shamefully berest of life.

And turn the force of them upon thyself. Com. (Within.] An answer from the king, my lord Suf. You bade me ban, and will you bid me leave of Salisbury.

Now, by the ground that I am banishd from, Suf. 'Tis like, the commons, rude unpolish'd hinds, well could I curse away a winter's nigbt, Could send such message to their sovereign :

Though standing naked on a mountain top, But you, my lord, were glad to be employ'd,

Where biting cold would never let grass grow, To show how quaint an orator you are:

And think it but a minute spent in sport. But all the honour Salisbury hath won,

l. Mar. 0, let me entreat thee, cease! Give Et Is-that he was the lord ambassador,

thy hand, Sent from a sort of tinkers to the king.

That I may dew it with my mournful tears;
Com. [Within.] An answer from the king, or we'll | Nor let the rain of heaven wet this place,
all break in.

To wash away my woeful monuments.
K. Hen. Go, Salisbury, and tell them all from me, 0, could this kiss be printed in thy band;
I thank them for their tender loving care :
And had I not been 'cited so by thein,

That thou might'st think upon these by the seal, Yet did I purpose as they do entreat ;

Through wbom a thousand sighs are breath'd for the For sure, my thoughts do hourly prophesy

So, get thee gone, that I may know my gries; Mischance unto my state by Suffolk's means. 'Tis but surmis'd whilst thou art standing by, And therefore, -by His majesty I swear,

As one that surteits thinking on a wapo Whose far unworthy deputy I am.

I will repeal thee, or, be well assur'd, He shall not breathe infection in this air

Adventure to be banished myself: But three days longer, on the pain of death.

And banished I am, if but from thee.

[Exit Salisbury. Go, speak not to me; even now be gone. Q. Mar. 0 Henry, let me plead for gentle Suffolk! O, go not yet !-Even thus two friends condemus

K. Hen. Ungentle queen, to call him gentle Suffolk. Embrace, and kiss, and take ten thousand leaves, No more, I say; if thou dost plead for him,

Loather a hundred times to part than die. 'Thou wilt but add increase unto my wrath.

Yet now farewell; and farewell life with thee! Had I but said, I would have kept my wor!;

Suf. Thus is poor Suffolk ten times banished, But, when I swear, it is irrevocable:

Once by the king, and three times thrice by chetIf, after three days' space, thou here be'st found 'Tis not the land I care for, wert thou bence ; On any ground that I am ruler of,

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So Saffolk had thy heavenly company:

So thou wilt let me live, and feel no pain. For where thou art, there is the world itself,

K. Hen. Ah, what a sign it is of evil life, With every several pleasure in the world;

When death's approach is seen so terrible ! And where thou art not, desolation.

War. Beaufort, it is thy sovereign speaks to thee. I can no more :-Live thou to joy thy life;

Car. Bring me unto my trial when you will. Myself no joy in nought, but that thou liv'st. Died he not in his bed? where should be die? Enter Vaux.

Can I make men live, whe'r they will or no?Q. Mar. Whither goes Vaux so fast? what news, I

0! torture me no more, I will confess.

Alive again ? then show me where he is ; proythee? Paur. To signify unto his majesty,

I'll give a thousand pound to look upon him.That cardinal Beaufort is at point of death :

He hath no eyes, the dust hath blinded them.

Comb down his hair ; look! look! it stands upright, For suddenly a grievous sickness took him, That makes him gasp, and stare, and catch the air,

Like lime-twigs set to catch my winged soul !Blaspheming God, and cursing men on earth.

Give me some drink; and bid the apothecary Sometime, he talks as if duke Hamphrey's ghost

Bring the strong poison that I bought of him. Were by his side; sometime, he calls the king,

K. Hen. O thou eternal Mover of the heavens, And whispers to his pillow, as to him,

Look with a gentle eye upon this wretch! The secrets of his overcharged soul:

O, beat away the busy meddling fiend, And I am sent to tell his majesty,

That lays strong siege unto this wretch's soul, That even now he cries aloud for him.

And from his bosom purge this black despair ! Q. Mar, Go, tell this heavy message to the king.

War. See, how the pangs of death do make him

[Exit Vaux. grin. Ah me! what is this world? what news are these?

Sal. Disturb him not, let him pass peaceably. But wherefore grieve I at an hour's poor loss,

K. Hen. Peace to his soul, if God's good pleasure be! Omitting Suffolk's exile, my soul's treasure ?

-Lord cardinal, if thou think'st on heaven's bliss, Why only, Suffolk, mourn I not for thee,

Hold up thy hand, make signal of thy hope. And with the southern clouds contend in tears ; He dies, and makes no sign ;-0 God, forgive him! Theirs for the earth's increase, mine for my sorrow's ?

War. So bad a death argues a monstrous life. Now, get thee hence: The king, thou know'st, is com

K. Hen. Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all...

Close up his eyes, and draw the curtain close; If thou be found by me, thou art but dead.

And let us all to meditation.

[Exeunt.
Sus. If I depart from thee, I cannot live:
And in thy sight to die, what were it else,
But like a pleasant slumber in thy lap ?

ACT IV,
Here could I breathe my soul into the air,
As inild and gentle as the cradle-babe,

SCENE I.-Kent. The Sea-shore near Dover. Fir Dying with mother's dug between its lips :

ing heard at Sea. Then enter from a Boat, a Cape Where, from thy sight, I should be raging mad,

tain, a Master, a Master's Mate, Walter Whitmore, And ery out for thee to close up mine eyes,

and others; with them Suffolk, and other Gentle To have thee with thy lips to stop my mouth;

men, prisoners. So should'st thou either turn my flying soul,

Captain. Or I should breathe it so into thy body,

THE gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day And then it lir'd in sweet Elysium.

Is crept into the bosom of the sea; To die by thee, were but to die in jest ;

And now loud howling wolves arouse the jades From thee to die, were torture more than death :

That drag the tragic melancholy night; O, let me stay, befall what may befall.

Who with their drowsy, slow, and flagging wings 2. Mar. Away! though parting be a fretful cor | Clip dead men's graves, and from their misty jaws rosive,

Breathe foul contagious darkness in the air. It is applied to a deathful wound.

Therefore, bring forth the soldiers of our prize; To France, sweet Suffolk: Let me hear from thee;

For, whilst our pinnace anchors in the Downs, For wheresoe'er thou art in this world's globe,

Here shall they make their ransome on the sand, I'll have an Iris that shall fiod thee out.

Or with their blood stain this discolourd shore.

Master, this prisoner freely give I thee ;l. Mar. And take my heart with thee.

And thou that art his mate, make boot of this ;Suf. A jewel, lock'd into the woeful'st cask

The other, [Pointing to Suffolk.] Walter Whitmore, That ever did contain a thing of worth.

is thy sbare. Even as a splitted bark, so sunder we;

1 Gent. What is my ransome, master ? let me know. way fall I to death.

Mast. A thousand crowns, or else lay down your This way for me.

head, [Exeunt, severally.

Mate. And so much shall you give, or off goes yours. SCENE III.-London. Cardinal Beaufort's Beck

Cap. What, think you much to pay two thousand

crowns, chamber. Enter King Henry, Salisbury, Warwick, And bear the name and port of gentlemen ?and others. The Cardinal in bed ; Attendants with Cut both the villains' throats ;-for die you shall;

The lives of those which we have lost in fight, K. Hen. How fares my lord? speak, Beaufort, to Cannot be counterpois'd with such a petty sum. thy sovereign.

1 Gent. I'll give it, sir ; and therefore spare my life. Car. If thou be'st death, I'll give thee England's 2 Gent. And so will I, and write home for it straight. treasure,

Whit. I lost mine eye in laying the prize aboard. Enongta to parebase such another island,

And therefore, to revenge it, shalt thou die ; (To Suf.

Suf. I go.

This Q.M.

him.

more.

And so should these, if I might have my will. And sent the ragged soldiers wounded home.

Cap. Be not so rash ; take ransome, let him live. The princely Warwick, and the Nevils all.

Suf. Look on my George, I am a gentleman; Whose dreadful swords were never drawn in vain, Rate me at what thou wilt, thou shalt be paid. As hating thce, are rising up in arms: Whit. And so am I; my name is-Walter Whit And now the house of York-thrust from the crown,

By shameful murder of a guiltless king, How now? why startist thou? what, doth death af And lofty proud eneroaching tyranny,fright?

Burns with revenging fire; whose hopefal colours Suf. The name affrights me, in whose sound is death. Advance our half-fac'd son, striving to shine, A cunning man did calculate my birth,

Under the which is writ-Invitis nubibus. And told ine-that by Water I should die:

The commons here in Kent are up in arms: Yet let not this make thee be bloody-minded;

And, to conclude, reproach, and beggary, Thy name is-Gualtier, being rightly sounded. Is crept into the palace of our king,

Whit. Gualtier, or Walter, which it is, I care not; And all by thee :-Away! convey him bence. Ne'er yet did base dishonour blur our name,

Sup. O that I were a god, to shoot forth thunder But with our sword we wip'd away the blot ;

Upon these paltry, servile, abject drudges ! Therefore, when merchant-like I sell revenge, Small things make base men proud : this villain here, Broke be my sword, my arms torn and defac'd, Being captain of a pinnace, threatens more And I prpelaim'd a coward through the world! Than Bargulus the strong Illyrian pirate.

(Lays hold on Suffolk.

Drones suck not eagles' blood, but rob bee-hires. . Suf. Stay, Whitmore; for thy prisoner is a prince, | It is impossible, that I should die The duke of Suffolk, William de la Poole.

By such a lowly vassal as thyself. Whit. The duke of Suffolk, muffled up in mags! Thy words move rage, and not remorse, in me; Suf. Ay, "ut these rags are no part of the duke ;

I go of message from the queen to France; Jove somctime went disguis'd, and why not I? I charge thee, waft me safely cross the channel.

Cap. But Jove was never slain, as thou shalt be. Cap. Walter,

Suf. Obscure and lowly swain, king Henry's blood, Whit. Come, Suffolk, I must waft thee to thy death. The honourable blood of Lancaster,

Suf. Gelidlus timor occupat artus ; 'tis thee I fear. Must not be shed by such a jaded groom.

Whit. Thou shalt have cause to fear, before I leave Hast thou not kiss'd thy hand, and held my stirrup?

thee. Barreheaded plodded by my foot-cloth muile,

What, are ye daunted now? now will ye stoop? And thought thee happy when I shook my head? 1 Gent. My gracious lord, entreat him, speak him How often hast thou waited at my cup,

fair. Fed from my trencher, kneeld down at the board, Suf. Suffolk's imperial tongue is stern and rough, When I have feasted with queen Margaret?

Usd to command, untaught to plead for favour. Remember it, and let it make thee crestfallen; For be it, we should honour such as these Ay, and allay this thy abortive pride;

With humble suit: no, rather let my head How in qur voiding lobby hast thou stool,

Stoop to the block, than these knees bow to any, And duly waited for my coming forth?

Save to the God of heaven, and to my king;
This hand of mine hath writ in thy behalf,

And sooner dance upon a bloody pole,
And therefore shall it charm thy riotous tongue. Than stand uncover'd to the vulgar groom.
Whit. Speak, captain, shall I stab the forlorn swain?

True nobility is exempt from fear :-
Cap. First, let my words stab him, as he hath me. More can I bear, than you dare execute.
Suf. Base slave! thy words are blunt, and so art Cap. Hale him away, and let him talk no more
thou.

Suf. Come, soldiers, show what cruelty ye can, Cața. Coprey him hence, and ou our long-boat's side That this my death may never be forgot !Strike off his head

Great men oft die by vile bezonians : Suf:

Tļou darost not for thy own. A Roman sworder and banditto slave
Cáp. Yes, Pogle.

Murder'd sweet Tully; Brutus' bastard hand
Suf:
Pogle?

Stabb d Julius Cæsar; savage islanders,
Сар. .
Poole? sir Poole? lord ?

Pompey the great ; and Suffolk dies by pirates. Ay, kennel, puddle, sink ; whose filth and dirt

[Exit Suf. with Whit. and others. Troubles the silver spring where England drinks. Cap. And as for these whose ransome we have sete Now will I dam up this thy yawning mouth,

It is our pleasure, one of them depart :For swallowing the treasure of the realm :

Therefore come you with us, and let him go. Thy lips, that kisa'd the queen, shall sweep the ground;

(Eseunt all but the first Gentleman And thou, that sm Tdst at good duke Humphrey's death,

Re-enter Whitmore, with Suffolk's body, Against the senseless winds shalt grin in vain, Who, in contempt, shall hiss at the agnin;

Whit. There let his head and lifeless body lie,

Until the queen his mistress bury it. [Erit. And wedded be thou to the bags of hell, For daring to atky a mighty lord

i Gent. O barbarous and bloody spectacle ! Unto the daughter of a worthless king,

His body will 1 bear unto the king: Having neither subject, wealth, nor diadem.

If he revenge it not, yet will his friends ;
By dt vilish polics art thou grown great,

So will the queen, that living held bim dear.
And, like ambitious Sylla. overgorgd
With gobbets of thy mother's bleeding heart.

SCENE II.-Blackheath. Enter George Beris and By thee, Anjou and Maine were sold 10 France:

John Holland.
The Salve revolting Normans, thorough thee,
Disdain to calı us ford; and Picardly

Gen. Come, and get thee a sword, though made of a Esth sluin cher gove stors, surpris d our forts, lath : they have been up chese two days.

(Esrit with the bedy.

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