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Might liquid tears, or heart-offending groans, And even with this I lost fair England's view, Or blood-consuming sighs, recal his life, And bid mine eyes be packing with my heart; I would be blind with weeping, sick with groans,

And called them blind and dusky spectacles, Look pale as primrose with blood-drinking sighs, For losing ken of Albion's wished coast. And all to have the noble duke alive.

How often have I tempted Suffolk's tongue What know I how the world may deem of me? (The agent of thy foul inconstancy) For it is known we were but hollow friends; To sit and witch me, as Ascanius did It may be judged I made the duke away: When he to madding Dido would unfold So shall my name with slander's tongue be His father's acts, commenced in burning Troy? wounded,

Am I not witched like her; or thou not false And princes' courts be filled with my reproach.

like him? This get I by his death. Ah me, unhappy: Ah me, I can no more! Die, Margaret: To be a Queen, and crowned with infamy! For Henry weeps that thou dost live so long ! K. Hen. Ah, woe is me for Gloster, wretched man !

Noise within. Enter WARWICK and SALISBURY. Q. Mar. Be woe for me, more wretched than

The Commons press to the door. he is.

War. It is reported, mighty sovereign, What, dost thou turn away and hide thy face? That good Duke Humphrey traitorously is murI am no loathsome leper; look on me.

dered What, art thou, like the adder, waxen deaf? By Suffolk and the Cardinal Beaufort's means. Be poisonous too, and kill thy forlorn Queen. The commons, like an angry hive of bees Is all thy comfort shut in Gloster's tomb ? That want their leader, scatter up and down, Why then dame Margaret was ne'er thy joy : And care not who they sting in his revenge. Erect his statue then, and worship it,

Myself have calmed their spleenful mutiny, And make my image but an alehouse sign. Until they hear the order of his death. Was I for this nigh wrecked upon the sea; K. Hen. That he is dead, good Warwick, 't is And twice by aukward wind from England's

too true : bank

But how he died God knows, not Henry. Drove back again unto my native clime? Enter his chamber, view his breathless corpse, What boded this but well-forewarning wind And comment then upon his sudden death. Did seem to say, “Seek not a scorpion's nest, War. That I shall do, my liege.—Stay, Salis Nor set no footing on this unkind shore?”

bury, What did I then but cursed the gentle gusts, With the rude multitude, till I return. And he that loosed them from their brazen caves; [WARWICK goes into an inner room, and And bid them blow towards England's blesséd

SALISBURY retires. shores,

K. Hen. O Thou that judgest all things, stay Or turn our stern upon a dreadful rock?

my thoughts ; Yet Æolus would not be a murderer,

My thoughts, that labour to persuade my soul But left that hateful office unto thee:

Some violent hands were laid on Humphrey's life! The pretty vaulting sea refused to drown me; If my suspect be false, forgive me, God; Knowing that thou would'st have me drowned For judgment only doth belong to thee.on shore,

Fain would I go to chafe his paly lips With tears as salt as sea, through thy unkindness: With twenty thousand kisses, and to drain The splitting rocks cowered in the sinking sands, Upon his face an ocean of salt tears ; And would not dash me with their ragged sides; To tell my love unto his dumb deaf trunk, Because thy flinty heart, more hard than they, And with my fingers feel his hand unfeeling: Might in thy palace perish Margaret.

But all in vain are these mean obsequies ; As far as I could ken thy chalky cliffs,

And to survey his dead and earthly image, When from the shore the tempest beat us back, What were it but to make my sorrow greater? I stood upon the hatches in the storm : And when the dusky sky began to rob

The folding doors of an inner chamber are thrown My earnest-gaping sight of thy land's view,

open, and Gloster is discovered dead in his I took a costly jewel from my neck

bed: Warwick and others standing by it. (A heart it was, bound in with diamonds),

War. Come hither, gracious sovereign; view And threw it towards thy land: the sea

this body. received it;

K. Hen. That is to see how deep my grave is And so I wished thy body might my heart :

made;

say:

see,

For with his soul fled all my worldly solace: That shall be scoured in his rancorous heart For seeing him, I see my life in death.

That slanders me with murder's crimson badge:War. As surely as my soul intends to live Say, if thou dar'st, proud lord of Warwickshire, With that dread King that took our state upon him That I am faulty in Duke Humphrey's death. To free us from his Father's wrathful curse,

[Exeunt CARDINAL, SOMERSET, and others. I do believe that violent hands were laid

War. What dares not Warwick, if false Suffolk Upon the life of this thrice-faméd duke.

dare him? Suf. A dreadful oath, sworn with a solemn Q. Mar. He dares not calm his contumelious tongue !

spirit, What instance gives Lord Warwick for his vow ? Nor cease to be an arrogant controller,

War. See how the blood is settled in his face! Though Suffolk dare him twenty thousand times. Oft have I seen a timely-parted ghost,

War. Madam, be still, with reverence may Of ashy semblance, meagre, pale, and bloodless,

I Being all descended to the labouring heart; For every word you speak in his behalf Who, in the conflict that it holds with death, Is slander to your royal dignity. Attracts the same for aidance 'gainst the enemy: Suf. Blunt-witted lord, ignoble in demeanour! Which with the heart there cools, and ne'er If ever lady wronged her lord so much, returneth

Thy mother took into her blameful bed To blush and beautify the cheek again.

Some stern untutored churl, and noble stock But

his face is black and full of blood; Was graft with crabtree slip: whose fruit thou art, His eyeballs further out than when he lived, And never of the Nevils' noble race. Staring full ghastly like a strangled man:

War. But that the guilt of murder bucklers His hair upreared, his nostrils stretched with

thee, struggling;

And I should rob the deathsman of his fee, His hands abroad displayed, as one that grasped Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames, And tugged for life, and was by strength subdued. And that my sovereign's presence makes me mild, Look on the sheets; his hair you see is sticking : I would, false murderous coward, on thy knee His well-proportioned beard made rough and Make thee beg pardon for thy passéd speech, rugged,

And say it was thy mother that thou mean'st; Like to the summer's corn by tempest lodged. That thou thyself was born in bastardy : It cannot be but he was murdered here:

And, after all this fearful homage done, The least of all these signs were probable. Give thee thy hire, and send thy soul to hell, Suf. Why, Warwick, who should do the duke Pernicious bloodsucker of sleeping men! to death?

Suf. Thou shalt be waking while I shed thy Myself and Beaufort had him in protection :

blood, And we I hope, sir, are no murderers.

If from this presence thou dar'st go with me. War. But both of you were vowed Duke War. Away even now, or I will drag thee hence: Humphrey's foes ;

Unworthy though thou art, I 'll cope with thee, And you, forsooth, had the good duke to keep. And do some service to Duke Humphrey's ghost. 'T is like you would not feast him like a friend;

[Exeunt Suffolk and WARWICK. And 't is well seen he found an enemy.

K. Hen. What stronger breastplate than a Q. Mar. Then you belike suspect these noble

heart untainted ?

Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just; As guilty of Duke Humphrey's timeless death. And he but naked, though locked up in steel, War. Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. fresh,

[ A noise within. And sees fast by a butcher with an axe,

Q. Mar. What noise is this?
But will suspect’t was he that made the slaughter?
Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest

Re-enter SUFFOLK and WARWICK, with their But may imagine how the bird was dead,

weapons drawn. Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak? K. Hen. Why, how now, lords : your wrathful Even so suspicious is this tragedy.

weapons

drawn Q. Mar. Are you the butcher, Suffolk: where's Here in our presence! dare you be so bold ?

Why what tumultuous clamour have we ere! Is Beaufort termed a kite: where are his talons ? Suf. The traitorous Warwick, with the men Suf. I wear no knife to slaughter sleeping men;

of Bury, But here's a vengeful sword, rusted with ease, Set all upon me, mighty sovereign.

men

your knife ?

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 he 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 forkéd tongue, That slily glided towards your majesty, It were but necessary you were waked ; Lest, being suffered in that harmful slumber, The mortal worm 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; With whose envenoméd 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. 'T is like the commons, rude unpolished

hinds,
Could send such message to their sovereign!
But you, my lord, were glad to be employed,
To shew how quaint an orator 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.

Commons. [Within.] An answer from the King, or we will 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 so 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 air But three days longer, on the pain of death.

[Exit SALISBURY. Q. Mar. 0 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 found On any ground that I am ruler of, The world shall not be ransom for thy life.Come Warwick, come good Warwick, go with me: I have great matters to impart to thee.

[Exeunt K. Henry, Warwick, Lords, fc. 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, And let thy Suffolk take his heavy leave. Q. Mar. Fie, coward woman and soft-hearted

wretch! Hast thou not spirit to curse thiné enemies? Suf. A plague upon them! wherefore should

I curse them? Would curses kill, as doth the mandrake's groan, I would invent as bitter-searching terms, As curst, as harsh, and horrible to hear, Delivered strongly through my fixéd teeth, With full as many signs of deadly hate As lean-faced Envy in her loathsome cave : My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words; Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint; My hair be fixed on end as one distract; Ay, every joint should seem to curse and ban :And even now my burdened heart would break, Should I not curse them. Poison be their drink: Gall, worse than gall, the dantiest that they

taste: Their sweetest shade a grove of cypress trees : Their chiefest prospect murdering basilisks : Their softest touch as smart as lizards' stings: Their music frightful as the serpent's hiss ; And boding screech-owls make the concert full! All the foul terrors in dark-seated hellQ. Mar. Enough, sweet Suffolk : thou tor

ment'st thyself; And these dread curses, like the sun 'gainst glass, Or like an overchargéd gun, recoil, And turn the force of them upon thyself. Suf. You bade me ban, and will you bid me

leave? Now, by the ground that I am banished from, Well could I curse away a winter's night, Though standing naked on a mountain top, Where biting cold would never let grass grow, And think it but a minute spent in sport.

Q. Mar. O let me entreat thee, cease! Give

me thy hand,
That I may dew it with my mournful tears:
Nor let the rain of heaven wet this place,
To wash away my woeful monuments.
O could this kiss be printed in thy hand,

[Kisses his hand. That thou might'st think upon these by the seal, Through whom a thousand sighs are breathed

for thee! So, get thee gone, that I may know my grief: 'Tis but surmised whilst thou art standing by, As one that surfeits thinking on a want. I will repeal thee, or, be well assured, Adventure to be banishéd myself: And banished I am, if but from thee. Go, speak not to me; even now be gone.O go not yet !- Even thus two friends condemned Embrace and kiss, and take ten thousand leaves, Loather a hundred times to part than die. Yet now farewell; and farewell life with thee!

Suf. Thus is poor Suffolk ten times banished; Once by the King, and three times thrice by

thee. 'T is not the land I care for, wert thou hence: A wilderness is populous enough, So Suffolk had thy heavenly company: For where thou art there is the world itself, With every several pleasure in the world : And where thou art not, desolation. I can no more. Live thou to joy thy life: Myself no joy in nought but that thou liv'st.

Now get thee hence. The King thou know’st is

coming : If thou be found by me, thou art but dead.

Suf. 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? Here could I breathe my soul into the air, As mild and gentle as the cradle-babe Dying with mother's dugs between his lips : Where from thy sight I should be raging mad, And cry out for thee to close up mine eyes, To have thee with thy lips to stop my mouth: So shouldst thou either turn my flying soul, Or I should breathe it so into thy body, And then it lived in sweet Elysium. To die by thee were but to die in jest: From thee to die were torture more than death. O let me stay, befal what may befal. Q. Mar. Away! though parting be a fretful

corrosive,
It is applied to a deathful wound.
To France, sweet Suffolk. Let me hear from thee:
For wheresoe'er thou art in this world's globe,
I'll have an Iris that shall find thee out.

Suf. I go.
Q. Mar. And take my heart with thee.

Suf. A jewel locked into the woeful'st cask
That ever did contain a thing of worth!
Even as a splitted bark, so sunder we:
This
way

fall I to death. Q. Mar. This way for me. (Exeunt severally.

Enter Vaux.

SCENE III.- London. CARDINAL BEAUFORT'S

bedchamber,

Q. Mar. Whither goes Vaux so fast? what

news I pr'y thee? Vaux. To signify unto his majesty That Cardinal Beaufort is at point of death : For suddenly a grievous sickness took him, That makes him gasp, and stare, and catch the air, Blaspheming God, and cursing men on earth. Sometime he talks as if Duke Humphrey's ghost Were by his side; sometime he calls the King, And whispers to his pillow, as to him, The secrets of his overchargéd soul : And I am sent to tell his majesty That even now he cries aloud for him. Q. Mar. Go tell this heavy message to the King.

[Exit Vaux. Ah me, what is this world! what news are

these! But wherefore grieve I at an hour's poor loss, Omitting Suffolk's exile, my soul's treasure ? Why only, Suffolk, mourn I not for thee, And with the southern clouds contend in tears : Theirs for the earth's increase, mine for my

sorrows?

Enter King Henry, SALISBURY, WARWICK, and

others. The CARDINAL in bed; Attendants with him. K. Hen. How fares my lord? Speak, Beau

fort, to thy sovereign. Car. If thou be'st Death, I'll give thee Eng

land's treasure, Enough to purchase such another island, So thou wilt let me live and feel no pain.

K. Hen. Ah, what a sign it is of evil life When death's approach is seen so terrible ! War. Beaufort, it is thy sovereign speaks to

thee. Car. Bring me unto my trial when you will

. Died he not in his bed? where should be die! Can I make men live whe'r they will or no?O torture me no more! I will confess.Alive again? then shew me where he is : 1 'll give a thousand pound to look upon

him.He hath no eyes; the dust hath blinded them.

to

Comb down his hair : look, Jook! it stands up

Sal. Disturb him not; let him pass peaceright

ably. Like limetwigs set catch my wingéd K. Hen. Peace to his soul, if God's good soul!

pleasure be! Give me some drink; and bid the apothe Lord Cardinal, if thou think’st on heaven's cary

bliss, Bring the strong poison that I bought of him. Hold up thy hand, make signal of thy hope.K. Hen. O thou eternal Mover of the He dies and makes no sign: 0 God, forgiv heavens,

bim! Look with a gentle eye upon this wretch!

War. So bad a death argues a O beat away the busy meddling fiend

life. That lays strong siege unto this wretch's soul, K. Hen. Forbear to judge, for we are sinners And from his bosom purge this black despair!

all. War. See how the pangs of death do make Close up his eyes and draw the curtain close; him grin.

And let us all to meditation.

[Exeunt.

monstrou

ACT XV.

your head.

SCENE I.-Kent. The sea-shore near Dover. And thou that art his mate, make boot of this ;

The other (pointing to Suffolk], Walter White Firing heard at sea. Then enter, from a boat,

more, is thy share. Captain, a Master, a Master's-Mate, Walter 1st Gent. What is my ransom, master ? let me WHITMORE, and others; with them SUFFOLK

know. and other Gentlemen, prisoners.

Mast. A thousand crowns, or else lay down Cap. The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful Mate. And so much shall you give, or off day

goes yours. Is crept into the bosom of the sea :

Cap. What, think you much to pay two And now loud-howling wolves

arouse the

thousand crowns, jades

And bear the name and port of gentlemen ?-That drag the tragic melancholy night;

Cut both the villains' throats: for die you Who with their drowsy, slow, and flagging

shall.

The lives of those which we have lost in fight Clip dead men's graves, and from their misty Cannot be counterpoised with such a petty

jaws Breathe foul contagious darkness in the air. 18t Gent. I'll give it, sir: and therefore spare Therefore bring forth the soldiers of prize:

2nd Gent. And so will I ; and write home for For whilst our pinnace anchors in the Downs,

it straight. Here shall they make their ransom on the Whit. I lost mine eye in laying the prize, sand,

aboard, Or with their blood stain this discoloured And therefore to revenge it shalt thou die: shore.

[To SUFFOLK. Master, this prisoner freely give I thee ;

And so chould these, if I might have my

will.

wings,

sum.

our

my life.

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