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My brain, more busy than the labouring spider, Post. Great lords, from Irelandanı I come amain, Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies. To signify--that rebels there are up,

Well, nobles, well; 'tis politickly done, And put the Englishnen unto the sword: To send ine packing with an host of men: Send succours, lords, and stop the rage betime, 5 I fear me, you but warm the starved snake, Before the wound do grow incurable:

Who, cherish'd in your breasts, will sting your For, being green, there is great hope of help.

hearts. Car. A breach, that cravesa quick expedientstop! 'Twas men I lack’d, and you will give them me: What counsel give you in this weighty cause? I take it kindly; yet, be well assur'd

York. That Somerset be sent a regent thither: 10 You put sharp weapons in a mad-man's hands. 'Tis meet, that lucky ruler be employ'd; Whiles I in Ireland nourish a mighty band, Witness the fortune he hath had in France. I will stir up in England some black storin,

Som. If York, with all his far-fet policy, Shall blow ten thousand souls to heaven, or hell:
Had been the regent there instead of me, And this fell tempest shall not cease to rage
He never would have staid in France so long. 15 Until the golden circuit on my head,

York. No, not to lose it all, as thou hast done : Like to the glorious sun's transparent beams, 1 rather would have lost my life betimes, Do calm the fury of this mad-bred faw', Than bring a burden of dishonour home, And, for a minister of my intent, By staying there so long, 'till all were lost. I have seduc'd a head-strong Kentisluman, Shew ine one scar character'd on thy skin : 20 John Cade of Ashford, Men's flesh preserv'd so whole, do seldom win. To make commotion, as full well he can, 2. Mar. Nay then, this spark will prove a Under the title of John Mortimer, raging fire,

In Ireland bave I seen this stubborn Cade If wind and fuel be brought to feed it with :- Oppose himself against a troop of kerns ; Nomore,goodYork;- sweet Somerset,bestill;—25 And fought so long, 'till that his thighs with darts Thy fortune, York, hadst thou been regent there, Were almost like a sharp-quill'd porcupine: Might happily have prov'd far worse than his. And, in the end being rescu'd, I have seen him York. Whát, worse than nought? nay, then a Caper upright like to a wild Morisco”, shame take all !

(shame! Shaking the bloody darts, as he his bells. Som. And, in the number, thee, that wishest 30 Full often, like a shag-hair'd crafty kern,

Car. My lord of York, try what your fortune is. Hath he conversed with the enemy;
The uncivil kerns of Ireland are in arms,

And undiscover'd come to me again,
And temper clay with blood of Englishmen: And given me notice of their villainies,
To Ireland will you lead a band of men, This devil here shall be my substitute :
Collected choicely, from each county some, 135 For that John Mortimer, which now is dead,
And try your hap against the Irishmen? In face, in gait

, in speech he doth resemble: York. I will, my lord, so please his majesty. By this I shall perceive the commons' minds,

Sut: Why, our authority is his consent; How they affect the house and claim of York, And, what we do establish, he confirms : Say, he be taken, rack'd, and tortur'd; Then, noble York, take thou this task in hand. 101 know, no pain, they can inflict upon him,

York. I am content: Provide me soldiers, lords, Will make him say--I mov'd him to those arms, Whiles I take order for mine own affairs. say, that he thrive, (as 'tis great like he will) Suf. A charge, lord York, that I will see per- Why, then from Ireland come I with my strength, forni’d.

and

reap the harvest which that rascal sow'd: But now return we to the false duke Humphrey. 45 For, Humphrey being dead, as he shall be,

Car. No more of him; for I will deal with him, And Henry put apart, the next for me. (Erity That, henceforth, he shall trouble us no more. And so break off; the day is almost spent :

SCENE II. Lord Suffolk, you and I must talk of that event, York. My lord of Suffolk, within fourteen days, 50 Enter two or three, running orer the stage, from

An Apartment in the Palace, At Bristol I expect my soldiers;

the murder of duke Humphrey. For there I'll ship thein all for Ireland.

First M. Run to my lord of Suffolk ; let him Suf. I'll see it truly done, my lord of York.

know, (Exeunt all but York. York. Now, York, or never, steel thy fearful55

We have dispatch'd the duke, as he commanded,

Second M. O, that it were to do !-What have And change misdoubt to resolution: [thoughts, Didst ever hear a man so penitent? [we done? Be that thou hop'st to be; or what thou art

Euter Suffolk. Resign to death, it is not worth the enjoying: First M. Here coines my lord. Let pale-fac'd fear keep with the mean-born man, And find no harbour in a royal heart. [thought:160 First M. Ay, my good lord, he's dead. (house;

Suf. Now, sirs, have you dispatch'd this thing? Faster than spring-time showers,comes thoughton Suf. Why, that's well said. Go, get you to my And not a thought, but thinks on dignity. will reward you for this venturous deed.

· Flaw is a sudden violent gust of wind, that is, a Moorish dance.

A Moor in a military dance, now called Morrisa

The

The king and all the peers are here at hand: Although the duke was enemy to him,
Have you laid fair the bed? are all things well, Yet he, most christian-like, laments his death:
According as I gave directions ?

And for myself,—foe as be was to me,
First M. Yes, my good lord.

Might liquid tears, or heart-offending groans, Suf. Away, be gone! [Exeunt Murderers. 5 Or blood-consuming sighs recall his lite,

I would be blind with weeping, sick with groans, Enter King Henry, the Queen, Cardinal, Somer

Look pale as primrose with blood-drinking siglis, set, toith Attendants.

And all to have the noble duke alive. K. Henry. Go ca!l our uncle to our presence

What know I how the world may deem of me? Say, we intend to try his grace to-day, (straight: 10 For it is known, we were but hollow friends ; If he be guilty, as 'tis published.

It may be judg’d, I inade the duke away: [ed, Suf. I'll call him presently, my noble lord.

[Exit.

So shall my name with slander's tongue bewounc

And princes' courts be filld with my reproach. K. Henry. Lords, take your places ;—And I

This get I by his death: Ah me, unhappy! pray you all,

15 To be a queen, and crown'd with infamy! Proceed no straiter 'gainst our uncle Gloster, Than from true evidence, of good esteen,

K. Henry. Ah, woe is me for Gloster, wretched man!

she is. He be approv'd in practice culpable.

2. Alar. Be woe for me, more wretched than 2. Mar. God forbid, any malice should prevail,

What, dost thou turn away, and hide thy face? That faultless may condemn a noblenian! Pray God, he may acquit him of suspicion !

201 am no loathsoine leper, look on me.

What, art thou, like the adder, waxen deaf? X. Henry. I thank thee: Well, these words

Be poisonous too, and kill thy forlorn queen. content me much.

Is all thy comfort shut in Gloster's tomb ?
Re-enter Suffolk.

Why, then dame Margaret was ne'er thy joy: How now? why look’st thou pale? why trem-25 Erect his statue then, and worship it, blest thou?

And make my image but an ale-house sign. Where is our uncle: what is the matter, Suffolk: Was I, for this

, nigh wreck'd upon the sea; Suf: Dead in his bed, my lord; Gloster is dead. And twice by awkwardwind from England's 2. Mar. Marry, God forefend !

bank Car. God's secret judgment:-I did dream 30 Drove back again unto my native clime? to-night,

What boded this, but well-fore-warning wind The duke was dumb, and could not speak a word. Did seem to say,

1,-Seek not a scorpion's nest, [The King swoons. Nor set no footing on this unkind shore ? 2. Mar. How fares my lord ?--Help, lords ! What did I then, but curs’d the gentle gusts, the king is dead.

35 And he that loos'd them from their brazen caves: Som. Rear up his body; wring him by the nose. And bid them blow towards England's blessed 2. Mar. Run, go, help, help!-Oh, Henry, Or turn our stern upon a dreadful rock? (shore, ope thine eyes!

Yet Æolus would not be a murderer, Suf. He doth revive again ;-Madam, be pa- But left that hateful office unto thee: K. Henry. O heavenly God! [tient. 40 The pretty vaulting sea refus'd to drown me; 2. Mar. How fares my gracious lord ? Knowing, that thou would'st have me drown'd Suf. Comfort, my sovereign! gracious Henry,

on shore comfort!

[fort me? With tears as salt as sea through thy unkindness: K. Henry. What, doth my lord of Suffolk com- The splitting rocks cowr'd in the sinking sands, Came he right now' to sing a raven's note, 45 And would not dash me with their ragged sides; Whose dismal tune bereft my vital powers; Because thy flinty heart, more hard than they, And thinks he, that the chirping of a wren, Might in thy palace perish Margaret. By crying comfort from a hollow breast, As far as I could ken thy chalky cliffs, Can chase away the first-conceived sound? When from thy shore the tempest beat us back, Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words, 50 I stood upon the hatches in the storm: Lay not thy hands on me; forbear, I say; And when the dusky sky began to rob Their touch affrights me, as a serpent's sting. My earnest-gaping sight of thy land's view, Thou baleful messenger, out of my sight! I took a costly jewel from my neck,Upon thy eye-balls murderous tyranny

A heart it was, bound in with diamonds, Sits, in grim majesty, to fright the world. 55 And threw it towards thy land; the sea received it; Look not upon me, for thine eyes are wounding:- And, so, I wish'd, thy body might my heart: Yet do not go away ;-Come, basilisk,

And even with this, I lost fair England's view, And kill the innocent gazer with thy sight: And bid mine eyes be packing with my heart'; For in the shade of death I shall find joy; And call'd themi blind and dusky spectacles, In life, but double death, now Gloster's dead. 160 For losing ken of Albion's wished coast. 2. Mar. Why do you rate my lord of Suffolk How often have I tempted Suffolk's tongue thus?

(The agent of thy foul inconstancy)
ti; e. just now?
even now.
* i.e. adverse,
i. e. kill or destroy.

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To sit and witch me, as Ascanius did,

Which with the heart there cools, and ne'er When he to madding Dido would unfold

returneth His father's acts, commenc'd in burning Troy? To blush and beautify the check again. Ain I pot witch'd like her? or thou not falsc But see, his face is black, and full of blood; like him?

5 His eye-balls further out than when he liv’d, Ah me, I can no more! Die, Margaret ! Staring full ghastly like a strangled man: For Henry weeps, that thou dost live so long. Ilis hair up-rear'd, his nostrils stretch'd with

struggling; Noise within. Enter Warwick, Salisbury, and His hands abroad display'd, as one that grasp'd many Commons.

10 And tugg’d for life, and was by strength subdu'd. War. It is reported, mighty sovereign, (der'd Look on the sheets, his hair, you see, is sticking; That good duke Humphrey traiterously is mur- Hiswellproportion dbeardmaderoughandrugged, By Suffolk's and the cardinal Bcaufort's nicans. Like to the summer's corn by tempest lodg'd. The commons, like an angry hive of bees, It cannot be, but he was murder'd here ; That want their leader, scatier up and down, 15 The least of all these signs were probable. And care not who they sting in his revenge. Suf. Why, Warwick, who should do the duke Myself have calm’d their spleenful mutiny,

to death? Until they hear the order of his death.

Myself, and Beaufort, had him in protection; K. Henry. That he is dead, good Warwick, And we, I hope, sir, are no murderers. 'tis too true;

20 War. But both of you were vow'd duke HumBut how he died, God knows, not Henry:

phrey's foes; Enter his chamber, view his breathless corpse, And you, forsooth, had the good duke to keep: And comment then upon his sudden death. "Tis like, you would not feast him like a friend;

War. That I shall do, my liege:-Stay,Salisbury, And 'tis well seen, he found an enemy.
With the rude multitude, 'till I return.

2. Mar. Then you, belike, suspect these no[Warwick goes in.

blemen K. Henry. O Thou that jūdgest all things, As guilty of duke Humphrey's timeless death. stay my thoughts ;

War. 'Who finds the heifer dead, and bleeding My thoughts, that labour to persuade my soul,

fresh, Soine violent hands were laid on Humphrey's life ! 30 And sees fast by a butcher with an axe, If iny suspect be false, forgive me, God; But will suspect,'twas he that made the slaughter? For judgment only doth belong to thee! Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest, Fain would I go to chafe his paly lips,

But may imagine how the bird was dead, With twenty thousand kisses, and to drain Although the kite soar with unbloody'd beak? Upon his face an ocean of salt tears ;

35 Even so suspicious is this tragedy, (your knife? To tell my love unto his dumb deaf trunk, 2. Mar. Are you the butcher, Suffolk? where's And with my fingers feel his hand unfeeling: Is Beaufort teri'd a kite? where are his talons ? But all in vain are these mean obsequies ;

Suf. I wear no knife, to slaughter sleeping men; And, to survey his dead and carthy image, But here's a vengeful sword, rusted with ease, What were it but to make my sorrow greater ? 40 That shall be scoured in his rancorous heart,

(A bed, with Gloster's body, put forth. That slanders me with murder's crimson badger ll'ar. Coine hither, gracious sovereign, view Say, if thou dar'st, proud lord of Warwickshire, this body.

That I am faulty in duke Humphrey's death. K. Henry. That is to see how deep my grave

[Exit Cardinal. is made :

45 War. What dares not Warwick, if false Suffolk For, with his soul, fled all my worldly solace ;

dare him? For seeing him, I see my life in death'.

2. Mar. He ďares not calm his contumelious War. As surely as my soul intends to live Nor cease to be an arrogant controller, [spirit, With that dread King, that took our state upon him Though Suffolk dare him twenty thousand times, To free us from his father's wrathful curse, 50 Wur. Madam, be still, with reverence may I I do believe that violent hands were laid Upon the life of this thrice-famed duke, For every word, you speak in his.behalf, Suf. A dreadful oath, sworn with a solemn Is slander to your royal dignity: tonguc!

Suf. Blunt-witted lord, ignoble in demeanour! What instance gives lord Warwick for his vow:55 If ever lady wrong'd her lord so much,

War. See, how the blood is settled in his face! Thy mother took into her blameful bed Oft have I seen a timely-parted ghost,

Some stern untutor'd churl, and noble stock Of ashy semblance, meagre, pale, and bloodless, Was graft with crab-tree slip; whose fruit thou art, Being all descended to the labouring heart; And never of the Nevils' noble race. (thee, Who, in the conflict that it holds with death, War. But that the guilt of murder bucklera Attracts the same for aidance 'gainst the enemy;! And I should rob the dcath’s-man of his fee, 'i. e. I see my life destroyed or endangered by his death. The puttock is the kite.

Quitting

say it;

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pois drawn.

Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames, From such fell serpents as false Suffolk is ;
And that my sovereign's presence makes me mild, With whose envenomed and fatal sting,
I would, false murderous coward, on thy knee Your loving uncle, twenty times his worth,
Make thee beg pardon for thy passed speech, They say, is shamefully bereft of life.
And say—it was thy mother that thou nieant'st, 5 Commons (within] An answer from the king,
That thou thyself wast born in bastardy:

my lord of Salisbury.

[hinds, And, after all this fearful homage done,

Suf. 'Tis Tike, the commons, rude unpolish'd Give thee thy hire, and send thy soul to hell, Could send such message to their sovereign : Pernicious blood-sucker of sleeping men! (blood, But you, my lord, were glad to be employ'd,

Suf. Thou shalt be waking, while I shed thy 10 To shew how quaint an orator you are: If from this presence thou dar'st go with me. But all the honour Salisbury hath won,

War. Away even now, or I will dragthee hence: Is—that he was the lord ambassador, l'nworthy though thou art, I'll cope with thee, Sent from a sort of tinkers to the king. And do some service to duke llumphrey's ghost. Within. An answer from the king, or we will

(Ercunt.115

all break in. K. Henry. What stronger breast-plate than a K.Hen. Go, Salisbury, and tell them all from me, heart untainted!

|I thank them for their tender loving care : *Thrice is he aon'd, that hath his quarrel just;

And had I not been cited so by them, And he but naked, though lock'd up'in steel, Yet did I purpose as they do entreat; Vi hose conscience with injustice is corrupted. 20 For, sure, iny thoughts do hourly prophesy

[A noise within. Mischance unto my state by Suffolk's means. 2. Mar. What noise is this?

And therefore,--by His Majesty I swear,

Whose far unworthy deputy I am,-
Re-enter Suffolk and Warwick, with their wea- He shall not breathe intection in this air

25 But three days longer, on the pain of death. K. Henry. Why, how now, lords? your wrath

[Exit Salisbury. ful weapons drawn

2. Alar. Oh Henry, let me plead for gentle Here in our presence? dare you be so bold ?

Suffolk! Why, what tumultuous clamour have we here?

[Suffolk.

K. Henry. Ungentle queen, to call him gentle Suf. The traiterous Warwick, with the men 30 No more, I say; it thou dost plead for him, of Bury,

Thou wilt but add increase unto iny wrath. Set all upon me, nighty sovereign.

Had I but said, I would have kept my word; Noise of a crowd within. Enter Salisbury. But, when I swear, it is irrevocable:Sal. Sirs, stand apart; the king shall know If, after three days space, thou here be'st found

35 On any ground that I am ruler of, Dread lord, the conimons send you word by me, The world shall not be ransom for thy life. l'nless lord Suffolk straight be done to death, Come, Warwick, come, good Warwick, go with Or banished fair England's territories,

me; They all by violence tear him from your palace, I have great matters to impart to thee. And torturé him with grievous ling'ring death. 40 [Exeunt all but Suffolk, and the Queen. They say, by him the good duke Humphrey died; 2. Mar. Mischance, and sorrow, go along They say, in him they fear your highness' death; And mere instinct of love and loyalty, Heart's discontent, and sour affliction, Free from a stubborn opposite intent,

Be play-fellows to keep you company! As being thought to contradict your liking, 45 There's two of you; the devil make a third ! Makes them thus forward in his banishment. And three-fold vengeance tend upon your steps! They say, in care of your most royal person, Suf. Cease, gentle queen, these execrations; That, if your highness should intend to sleep, And let thy Suffolk take his heavy leave. And charge-thatno man should disturbyour rest, 2. Mar. Fie, coward womnan, and soft-hearted In pain of your dislike, or pain of death; 501

wretch! Yet, notwithstanding such a strait edict, Hast thou not spirit to curse thine enemies? Were there a serpent scen, with forked tongue, Sut. A plague upon them! wherefore should I That slily glided towards your majesty,

curse them? It were but necessary you were wak'd; Would curses kill, as doth the mandrake's groan', Lest, being sufler'd in that harınful slumber, 55 I would invent as bitter searching terms, The inortal worm' might make the sleep eternal: As curst, as harsh, and horrible to hcar, And ther fore do they cry, though you forbid, Deliver'd strongly through my fixed teeth, That they will guard you, whe'r you will, or no, With full as niany signs of deadly hate,

Serpents in general are called worms. a i.e. a company. The fabulous accounts of the plant called a mandrake give it an inferior degree of animal life, and relate, that when it is torn from the ground, it grbally, and that, this groan being certainly fatal to him that is offering such unwelcome Polence, the practie of those who gather mandrakes is to tie one end of a string to the plant, and the oiker to a dog, lyca whom the futai groan discharges its analignity.

As

your mind.

with you!

1

As lean-fac'd Envy in her loathsome cave:

Enter Vaur. My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words; 2. Mar. Whither goes Vaux so fast! what Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint;

news, I prythee? My hair be fix'd on end, as one distract;

Vuur. To signify into his majesty, Ay, every joint should seem to curse and ban: 5 That cardinal Beaufort is at point of death : And even now my burden'd heart would break, For suddenly a grievous sickness took him, Should I not curse them. Poison be their drink! That inakes him gasp, and stare, and catch the air, Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest that they taste ! Blaspheming God, and cursing men on earth. Their sweetest shade, a grove of cypress trees!! Sometime, he talks as if duke Humphrey's ghost Their chiefest prospect, murdering basilisks?! 10 Were by his side; sometime, he calls the king, Their softest touch, as smart as lizards'? stings ! And whispers to his pillow, as to him, Their music, frightful as the serpent's hiss ! The secrets of his over-charged soul : And boding scritch-owls make the concert full! And I am sent to tell his majesty, All the foui terrors in dark-seated hell

That even now he cries aloud for him. 2. Mar. Enough, sweet Suffolk, thou tor-15 2. Mar. Go, tell this heavy message to the king. ment'st thyself:

[Erit Vaur. And these dread curses likethe sun'gainst glass,

Ah me! what is this world? what news are these? Or like an over-charged gun,—recoil,

But wherefore grieve I at an hour's poor loss“, And turn the force of them upon thyself. Omitting Suffolk's exile, my soul's treasure ? Suf. You bade me ban ', and will you bid me 20 Why only, Suffolk, mourn I not for thee, leave?

And with the southern clouds contend in tears; Now, by the ground that I am banish'd from, Theirs for the earth's increase, nine for my sorWell could I curse away a winter's night,

rows?

[coming; Though standing naked on a mountain top, Now, get thee hence.—The king, thou know'st, is Where biting cold would never let grass grow, 25 If thou be found by me, thou art but dead. And think it but a minute spent in sport.

Suf. If I depart from thee, I cannot live: 2. Alar. Oh, let me entreat thee cease! Give And in thy sight to die, what were it else, me thy hand,

But like a pleasant slumber in thy lap?
That I may dew it with my mournful tears; Here could I breathe my soul into the air,
Nor let the rain of heaven wet this place, 30 As mild and gentle as the cradle babe,
To wash away my woeful monuments.

Dying with mother's dug between its lips :
Oh, could this kiss be printed in thy hand; Where, from thy sight, I should be raging mad,

[Kisses his hand. And cry out for thee to close up mine eyes, That thou might'st think upon these by the seal, To have thee with thy lips to stop my mouth; Through whom a thousand sighs are breath'd for 35 So shouldst thou either turn my flying soul, thee!

Or I should breathe it so into thy body,
So, get thee gone, that I may know my grief; And then it liv'd in sweet Elysium.
'Tis but surmis'd whilst thou art standing by, To die by thee, were but to die in jest;
As one that surfeits thinking on a want.

From thee to die, were torture more than death; I will repeal thee, or, be well assur'd, 400, let me stay, befall what may befall. [corrosive, Adventure to be banished myself:

2. Mar. Away! though parting be a fretful And banished I am, if but from thee.

It is applied to a deathful wound. Go, speak not to me; even now be gone.-- To France, sweet Suffolk: Let me hear from thee; Oh, go not yet! Even thus two friends con- For wheresoe'er thou art in this world's globe, deim'd

45 I'll have an Iris' that shall find thee out. Embrace, and kiss, and take ten thousand leaves, Suf. I go. Lother a hundred times to part than die.

2. Mar. And take my heart with thee. Yet now farewell; and farewell life with thee! Suf. A jewel lock'd into the woful'st cask

Sulf. Thus is poor Sutfolk ten times banished, That ever did contain a thing of worth.
Once by the king, and three times thrice by thee. 50 Even as a splitted bark, so sunder we:
"Tis not the land I care for, wert thou hence; This way fall I to death.
A wilderness is populous enough,

2. Mar. This way for me. [Exeunt seterally. So Suffolk had thy heavenly company;

SC'E NE TI. For where thou art, there is the world itself,

The Cardinals Bed-chainber. With every several pleasure in the world; 55 Enter King Henry, Salisbury, Warwick, and And where thou art not, desolation.

others, to the Cardinal in bed. I can no more :-Live thou to joy thy life;

K. Hen. How fares my lord? speak, Beaufort, Myself no joy in nought, but that thou liv'sti

to thy sovereign. * Cypress was employed in the funeral rites of the Romans, and hence is always mentioned as an ill-boding plant. ? It has been said of the basilisk, that it had the power of desiroying by a single glance of its eye.--A lizard has no sting, but is quite inoffensive.

i. e. curse. Wherefore do I grieve that Beaufort has died an hour before his time, who, being an old man, could not have had a long time to live? Iris was the messenger of Juno.

* Meaning,

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