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And Sir John Stanley is appointed now
To take her with him to the isle of Man.

Gh. Must you, Sir John, protect my lady here ?
Stan. So am I given in charge, may't please your

Glo. Entreat her not the worse, in that I pray
You ufe her well: the world may laugh' again;
And I may live to do you kindness, if
You do it her. And fo, Sir John, farewel.

Only convey me where thou art commanded.
Stan. Why, madam, that is to the isle of Man ;
There to be us'd according to your state.
Elean. That's bad enough, for I am but reproach:
5 And fhall I then be us'd reproachfully? [lady,

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Stan. Like to a dutchefs, and duke Humphrey's According to that state you shall be us'd.

Elean. Sheriff, farewel, and better than I fare; Although thou hast been conduct of my shame. Sher. It is my office; and, madam, pardon me. Elean. Ay, ay, farewel; thy office is discharg'd.Come, Stanley, shall we go? [this sheet,

Stan. Madam, your penance done, throw off And go we to attire you for our journey.

Elean. My fhame will not be shifted with my


No, it will hang upon my richest robes,

And fhew itself, attire me how I can.
Go, lead the way; I long to fee my prifon.



The Abbey at Bury.


Enter King Henry, Queen, Cardinal, Suffolk, York,
and Buckingham, &c. to the Parliament.
K. Hen. I MUSE, my lord of Glofter is not come

'Tis not wont to be the hindmoft


Whate'er occafion keeps him from us now. [ferve
2. Mar. Can you not fee? or will you not ob-
The strangeness of his alter'd countenance ?
With what a majefty he bears himself;
How infolent of late he is become,
How proud, how peremptory, and unlike himself!
We know the time, fince he was mild and affable;
And, if we did but glance a far-off look,
Immediately he was upon his knee,

That all the court admir'd him for submission:
But meet him now, and, be it in the morn,
When every one will give the time of day,
He knits his brow, and fhews an angry eye,
And paffeth by with stiff unbowed knee,
Difdaining duty that to us belongs.
Small curs are not regarded, when they grin :
But great men tremble, when the lion roars;
And Humphrey is no little man in England.
First, note, that he is near you in descent ;


By flattery hath he won the commons' hearts ; And, when he please to make commotion, 30'Tis to be fear'd, they all will follow him.

Now, 'tis the fpring, and weeds are shallow-rooted;
Suffer them now, and they'll o'er-grow the garden,
And choak the herbs for want of husbandry.
The reverent care I bear unto my lord,
35 Made me collect thefe dangers in the duke.
If it be fond, call it a woman's fear;
Which fear if better reasons can fupplant,

I will fubfcribe, and say-I wrong'd the duke. My lords of Suffolk,-Buckingham,—and York, 40 Reprove my allegation if you can;

Or clfe conclude my words effectual.

Suf.Well hath your highness seen into this duke;
And, had I first been put to speak my mind,
I think, I fhould have told your grace's 3 tale.
45 The dutchefs, by his fubornation,

Upon my life, began her devilish practices:
Or, if he were not privy to those faults,
Yet, by reputing 4 of his high defcent,
(As, next the king, he was fucceffive heir)
50 And fuch high vaunts of his nobility,

Did inftigate the bedlam brain-fick dutchess,
By wicked means to frame our fovereign's fall.
Smooth runs the water, where the brook is deepest;
And in his fimple fhew he harbours treason.

And, fhould you fall, he is the next will mount. 51 The fox barks not, when he would steal the lamb.

Me feemeth 2 then, it is no policy,

Refpecting what a rancorous mind he bears,

And his advantage following your decease,

That he should come about your royal person,

Or be admitted to your highness' council.

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3 Suffolk

i.e. the world may look again favourably upon me. 2 i. e. it feemeth to me. ufes bigbnefs and grace promifcuously to the queen. Majefty was not the fettled title till the time of King James the First. 4 Reputing of bis bigb descent, means, valuing himself upon it.

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Levy great fums of money through the realm, For foldiers' pay in France, and never fent it? By means whereof, the towns each day revolted. Buck. Tut! these are petty faults to faults unknown, [Humphrey. 5 Which time will bring to light in smooth duke K. Henry. My lords, at once: the care you have of us,

To mow down thorns, that would annoy our foot,

(Or any groat I hoarded to my ufe,

Be brought against me at my trial day!
No; many a pound of mine own proper store,
Becaufe I would not tax the needy commons,

Have I disbursed to the garrisons,

And never afk'd for reftitution.

Car. It ferves you well, my lord, to fay fo much. Glo. I fay no more than truth, fo help me God! York. In your protectorship, you did devife

Is worthy praife: but fhall I fpeak my confcience? 10 Strange tortures for offenders, never heard of, Our kinfman Glofter is as innocent

From meaning treason to our royal perfon
As is the fucking lamb, or harmless dove: *
The duke is virtuous, mild; and too well given,
To dream on evil, or to work my downfall.

2. Mar. Ah, what's more dangerous than this fond affiance!

Seems he a dove? his feathers are but borrow'd,
For he's difpofed as the hateful raven.
Is he a lamb? his fkin is furely lent him,
For he's inclin'd as is the ravenous wolf.
Who cannot fteal a fhape, that means deceit ?
Take heed, my lord; the welfare of us all
Hangs on the cutting fhort that fraudful man.
Enter Somerfet.

Som. All health unto my gracious fovereign! K. Henry. Welcome, lord Somerfet. What news from France ?

Som. That all your intereft in those territories Is utterly bereft you; all is loft.

K. Henry. Cold news, lord Somerfet: but God's will be done!


Tork. Cold news for me; for I had hope of As firmly as I hope for fertile England. Thus are my bloffoms blafted in the bud, And caterpillars eat my leaves away; But I will remedy this gear ere long, Or fell my title for a glorious grave. Enter Glofter.



Glo. All happiness unto my lord the king!
Pardon, my lege, that I have staid fo long.
Suf. Nay, Glofter, know, that thou art come
too foon,

Unless thou weit more loyal than thou art :
I do arreft thee of high treafon here.

That England was defam'd by tyranny.

Glo. Why, 'tis well known, that, whiles I was


Pity was all the fault that was in me;

15 For I fhould melt at an offender's tears,
And lowly words were ranfom for their fault.
Unless it were a bloody murderer,

Or foul felonious thief, that fleec'd poor paffengers,
I never gave them condign punishment:
20 Murder, indeed, that bloody fin, I tortur'd
Above the felon, or what trefpafs else.

Suf. My lord, these faults are easy 2, quickly

But mightier crimes are laid unto your charge,
25 Whereof you cannot eafily purge yourself.
I do arreft you in his highnefs' name;
And here commit you to my lord cardinal
To keep until your further time of trial.


K. Henry. My lord of Glofter, 'tis my special hope,
That you will clear yourself from all fufpicion;
My confcience tells me, you are innocent. [ous!
Glo. Ah, gracious lord, thefe days are danger-
Virtue is choak'd with foul ambition,
And charity chas'd hence by rancour's hand;
35 Foul fubornation is predominant,

And equity exil'd your highnefs' land.

I know, their complot is to have my life;
And, if my death might make this island happy,
And prove the period of their tyranny,
40I would expend it with all willingness:

[bluth, 45

Glo. Well, Suffolk, yet thou shalt not fee me Nor change my countenance for this arreft; A heart unspotted is not eafily daunted. The pureft ipring is not fo free from mud, As I am clear from treason to my fovereign: Who can accufe me? wherein am I guilty? York. 'Tis thought, my lord, that you took bribes of France,

And, being protector, ftay'd the foldiers' pay;
By means whereof, his highness hath loft France.
Glo. Is it but thought fo? What are they, that
think it?

I never robb'd the foldiers of their pay,
Nor ever had one penny bribe from France.
So help me Cod, as I have watch'd the night,
Ay, night by night,-in ftudying good for England
That doit that e'er I wrefted from the king,

But mine is made the prologue to their play;
For thousands more, that yet suspect no peril,
Will not conclude their plotted tragedy.
Beaufort's red fparkling eyes blab his heart's malice,
And Suffolk's cloudy brow his ftormy hate;
Sharp Buckingham unburdens with his tongue
The envious load that lies upon his heart;
And dogged York, that reaches at the moon,
Whofe over-weening arm I have pluck'd back,
5 By falfe accufe doth level at my life :-
And you, my fovereign lady, with the reft,
Caufelefs have laid difgraces on my head;
And, with your best endeavour, have stirr'd up
My liefeft 3 liege to be mine enemy :—

55 Ay, all of you have laid your heads together,
Myfelf had notice of your conventicles,
And all to make away my guiltless life:

I fhall not want falfe witness to condemn me,
Nor ftore of treafons to augment my guilt;
60 The ancient proverb will be well effected,
A ftaff is quickly found to beat a dog.
Car. My liege, his railing is intolerable:

Gear was a general word for things or matters. 3 i. e. dearest liege.

Eafy here means fight, inconfiderable,

If those, that care to keep your royal person
From treafon's fecret knife, and traitors' rage,
Be thus upbraided, chid, and rated at,
And the offender granted scope of speech,
"Twill make them cool in zeal unto your grace.
Suf. Hath he not twit our fovereign lady here,
With ignominious words, though clerkly couch'd,
As if the had fuborned fome to swear
Falfe allegations to o'erthrow his state?

2. Mar. But I can give the lofer leave to chide.
Glo. Far truer fpoke, than meant: I lofe, in-
deed ;--

With forrow fnares relenting paffengers;
Or as the fnake, roll'd on a flowering bank,
With shining checker'd flough, doth fting a child,
That, for the beauty, thinks it excellent.
5 Believe me, lords, were none more wife than I,
(And yet, herein, I judge my own wit good)
This Glofter fhould be quickly rid the world,
To rid us from the fear we have of him.

Car. That he fhould die, is worthy policy;
10 But yet we want à colour for his death:
'Tis meet, he be condemn'd by course of law.
Suf. But, in my mind, that were no policy:
The king will labour still to fave his life,
The commons haply rife to fave his life;
And yet we have but trivial argument,
More than mistrust, that fhews him worthy death.
York. So that, by this, you would not have him die.
Suf. Ah, York, no man alive fo fain as I.
York. 'Tis York that hath more reafon for his
death 2.-

Befhrew the winners, for they play me falfe!-
And well fuch lofers may have leave to speak.
Buck. He'll wreft the fenfe, and hold us here all 15
Lord cardinal, he is your prifoner. [day:-

Car. Sirs, take away the duke, and guard him fure.
Gle. Ah, thus king Henry throws away his crutch,
Before his legs be firm to bear his body:
Thus is the shepherd beaten from thy fide,
And wolves are gnarling who fhall gnaw thee first.
Ah, that my fear were falfe! ah, that it were!
For, good king Henry, thy decay I fear.

[Exit guarded.


K. Henry. My lords, what to your wifdom 25 feemeth beft,

Do, or undo, as if ourfelf were here.


2. Mar. What, will your highness leave the
[with grief,
K. Henry. Ay, Margaret: my heart is drown'd 30
Whofe flood begins to flow within mine eyes;
My body round engirt with mifery;

For what's more miferable than difcontent?-
Ah, uncle Humphrey! in thy face I fee
The map of honour, truth, and loyalty;
And yet, good Humphrey, is the hour to come,
That e'er I prov'd thee falfe, or fear'd thy faith.
What low'ring ftar now envies thy estate,
That thefe great lords, and Margaret our queen,
Do feek fubverfion of thy harmless life?
Thou never didft them wrong, nor no man wrong:
And as the butcher takes away the calf,

And binds the wretch, and beats it when it strays,
Bearing it to the bloody flaughter-house ;

But, my lord cardinal, and you, my lord of Suffolk,Say as you think, and fpeak it from your fouls, Wer't not all one, an empty eagle were fet To guard the chicken from a hungry kite, As place duke Humphrey for the king's protector? 2. Mar. So the poor chicken fhould be fure of death. [then, Suf. Madam, 'tis true; Andwer't not madness, To make the fox furveyor of the fold? Who being accus'd a crafty murderer, His guilt fhould be but idly posted over, Because his purpofe is not executed. No; let him die, in that he is a fox, By nature prov'd an enemy to the flock, 35 Before his chaps be ftain'd with crimson blood; As Humphrey prov'd by reasons to my liege. And do not ftand on quillets, how to flay him: Be it by gins, by fnares, by fubtilty, Sleeping, or waking, 'tis no matter how, 40 So he be dead; for that is good deceit Which mates 3 him first, that first intends deceit. 2. Mar. Thrice-noble Suffolk, 'tis refolutely spoke.

Suf. Not refolute, except fo much were done;

Even fo, remorfelefs, have they borne him hence. 45 For things are often fpoke, and seldom meant:

And as the dam runs lowing up and down,

Looking the way her harmless young one went,

And can do nought but wail her darling's lofs;

Even fo myself bewail good Glofter's cafe,

But, that my heart accordeth with my tongue,—
Seeing the deed is meritorious,

And to preferve my fovereign from his foe,-*
Say but the word, and I will be his priest 4.

With fad unhelpful tears; and with dimm'd eyes 50 Car. But I would have him dead, my lord of

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Enter a Poft.

Poft. Great lords, from Ireland am I come amain,
To fignify that rebels there are up,
And put the Englishmen unto the sword:
Send fuccours, lords, and stop the rage betime,
Before the wound do grow incurable:
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 a regent th.ther:
'Tis meet, that lucky ruler be employ'd;
Witness the fortune he hath had in France.-
Som. If York, with all his far-fet policy,
Had been the regent there instead of me,
He never would have staid in France fo long.
York. No, not to lofe it all, as thou haft done:
I rather would have loft my life betimes,
Than bring a burden of dishonour home,
By staying there fo long, 'till all were loft.
Shew me one scar character'd on thy skin:
Men's flesh preferv'd fo whole, do seldom win.
2. Mar. Nay then, this fpark will prove a
raging fire,

My brain, more busy than the labouring spider, Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies. Well, nobles, well; 'tis politickly done, To fend me packing with an host of men: 5 I fear me, you but warm the starved snake, Who, cherish'd in your breasts, will sting your hearts.

'Twas men I lack'd, and you will give them me : I take it kindly; yet, be well affur'd

10 You put sharp weapons in a mad-man's hands.
Whiles I in Ireland nourish a mighty band,

I will ftir up in England some black storm,
Shall blow ten thousand fouls to heaven, or hell
And this fell tempeft shall not ceafe to rage
15 Until the golden circuit on my head,

Like to the glorious fun's tranfparent beams,
Do calm the fury of this mad-bred flaw'.
And, for a minifter of my intent,

I have feduc'd a head-strong Kentishman,
20 John Cade of Ashford,


If wind and fuel be brought to feed it with :-
No more, good York;-fweet Somerset, be ftill ;-25
Thy fortune, York, hadst thou been regent there,
Might happily have prov'd far worse than his.
York. What, worse than nought? nay, then a
fhame take all!
Som. And, in the number, thee, that wifheft
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,
Collected choicely, from each county fome,
And try your hap against the Irishmen?

York. I will, my lord, so please his majesty.
Suf. Why, our authority is his confent;
And, what we do establish, he confirms:
Then, noble York, take thou this task in hand.
York. I am content: Provide me foldiers, lords,
Whiles I take order for mine own affairs.

To make commotion, as full well he can,
Under the title of John Mortimer.
In Ireland have I feen this stubborn Cade
Oppose himself against a troop of kerns;
And fought fo long, 'till that his thighs with darts
Were almost like a sharp-quill'd porcupine:
And, in the end being refcu'd, I have seen him
Caper upright like to a wild Morisco2,
Shaking the bloody darts, as he his bells.
Full often, like a fhag-hair'd crafty kern,
Hath he converfed with the enemy;

And undiscover'd come to me again,
And given me notice of their villainies.
This devil here fhall be my fubftitute:

35 For that John Mortimer, which now is dead,
In face, in gait, in fpeech he doth resemble :
By this I fhall perceive the commons' minds,
How they affect the house and claim of York.
Say, he be taken, rack'd, and tortured;

40I know, no pain, they can inflict upon him,
Will make him fay-I mov'd him to thofe arms.
Say, that he thrive, (as 'tis great like he will)

Suf. A charge, lord York, that I will fee Why, then from Ireland come I with my strength,


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 fo break off; the day is almost spent :-
Lord Suffolk, you and I must talk of that event.

And reap the harvest which that rascal fow'd: 45 For, Humphrey being dead, as he shall be, And Henry put apart, the next for me.

An Apartment in the Palace.


York. My lord of Suffolk, within fourteen days, 50 Enter two or three, running over the ftage, from the At Bristol I expect my foldiers;

For there I'll ship them all for Ireland.

Suf. I'll fee it truly done, my lord of York.

[Exeunt all but York.

York. Now, York, or never, fteel thy fearful 55
And change misdoubt to refolution: [thoughts,
Be that thou hop'ft to be; or what thou art
Refign to death, it is not worth the enjoying:
Let pale-fac'd fear keep with the mean-born man,
And find no harbour in a royal heart. [thought; 60
Faster than spring-time showers, comes thought on
And not a thought, but thinks on dignity.

murder of duke Humphrey.

First M. Run to my lord of Suffolk; let him

We have difpatch'd the duke, as he commanded.
Second M. O, that it were to do!-What have
Didft ever hear a man fo penitent?
Enter Suffolk.

[we done?

First M. Here comes my lord.
Suf. Now, firs, have you dispatch'd this thing?
Firft M. Ay, my good lord, he's dead. [houfe;
Suf. Why, that's well faid. Go, get you to my
I will reward you for this venturous deed,

1 Flar is a fudden violent gust of wind. * A Moor in a military dance, now called Morris, that is, a Moorish dance.


The king and all the peers are here at hand :-
Have you laid fair the bed? are all things well,
According as I gave directions?

[Exeunt Murderers. 5

Firft M. Yes, my good lord.
Suf. Away, be gone!
Enter King Henry, the Queen, Cardinal, Somerfet,
with Attendants.

K. Henry. Go call our uncle to our prefence
Say, we intend to try bis grace to-day, [ftraight:
If he be guilty, as 'tis published.

Suf. I'll call him presently, my noble lord.


K. Henry. Lords, take your places ;-And I
pray you all,

Proceed no ftraiter 'gainst our uncle Glofter,
Than from true evidence, of good esteem,
He be approv'd in practice culpable.

2. Mar. God forbid, any malice fhould prevail,
That faultless may condemn a nobleman !
Pray God, he may acquit him of suspicion !
K. Henry. I thank thee: Well, thefe words
content me much.-

Re-enter Suffolk.

Although the duke was enemy to him,

Yet he, most chriftian-like, laments his death:
And for myself,-foe as he was to me,
Might liquid tears, or heart-offending groans,
Or blood-consuming fighs recall his life,

I would be blind with weeping, fick with groans,
Look pale as primrose with blood-drinking fighs,
And all to have the noble duke alive.
What know I how the world may deem of me?
10 For it is known, we were but hollow friends;
It may be judg'd, I made the duke away :
So fhall my name with flander's tongue be wounded,
And princes' courts be fill'd with my reproach.
This get I by his death: Ah me, unhappy!
15 To be a queen, and crown'd with infamy!
K. Henry. Ah, woe is me for Glofter, wretched

[he is. 2. Mar. Be woe for me, more wretched than What, doft thou turn away, and hide thy face? 20I am no loathfome leper, look on me.

What, art thou, like the adder, waxen deaf?
Be poisonous too, and kill thy forlorn queen.
Is all thy comfort shut in Gloster's tomb ?
Why, then dame Margaret was ne'er thy joy:

How now? why look'ft thou pale? why trembleft 25 Erect his ftatue then, and worship it,


Where is our uncle? what is the matter, Suffolk ? Suf. Dead in his bed, my lord; Glofter is dead. 2. Mar. Marry, God forefend!

And make my image but an ale-house fign.
Was I, for this, nigh wreck'd upon the fea;
And twice by awkward2 wind from England's

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


The duke was dumb, and could not speak a word. [The King faoons. 2. Mar. How fares my lord?-Help, lords! the king is dead.

Sem. Rear up his body; wring him by the nose.
2. Mar. Run, go, help, help!—Oh, Henry, ope
thine eyes!

Suf. He doth revive again ;—Madam, be patient.
K. Henry. O heavenly God!

2. Mar. How fares my gracious lord?
Suf. Comfort, my fovereign! gracious Henry,
[fort me?
K. Henry. What, doth my lord of Suffolk com-
Came he right now' to fing a raven's note,
Whofe difmal tune bereft my vital powers;
And thinks he, that the chirping of a wren,
By crying comfort from a hollow breast,
Can chafe away the firft-conceived found?
Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words.
Lay not thy hands on me; forbear, I say ;
Their touch affrights me, as a ferpent's fting.
Thou baleful meffenger, out of my fight!
Upon thy eye-balls murderous tyranny
Sits, in grim majefty, to fright the world.
Look not upon me, for thine eyes are wounding :-
Yet do not go away ;-Come, bafilisk,
And kill the innocent gazer with thy fight:
For in the fhade of death 1 fhall find joy;
In life, but double death, now Glofter's dead.
2; Mar. Why do you rate my lord of Suffolk

i. e. just now, even now.

What boded this, but well-fore-warning wind
Did feem to fay,-Seek not a fcorpion's neft,
Nor fet no footing on this unkind shore ?
What did I then, but curs'd the gentle gufts,
35 And he that loos'd them from their brazen caves:
And bid them blow towards England's blessed shore,
Or turn our stern upon a dreadful rock?
Yet Eolus would not be a murderer,
But left that hateful office unto thee:
40 The pretty vaulting sea refus'd to drown me;
Knowing, that thou would't have me drown'd
on fhore

With tears as falt as sea through thy unkindness:
The splitting rocks cowr'd in the finking fands,
45 And would not dash me with their ragged fides;
Because thy flinty heart, more hard than they,
Might in thy palace perish 3 Margaret.

As far as I could ken thy chalky cliffs,
When from thy fhore the tempest beat us back,
50I ftood upon the hatches in the storm:

And when the dusky sky began to rob
My earnest-gaping fight of thy land's view,
I took a costly jewel from my neck,—

A heart it was, bound in with diamonds,➡

55 And threw it towards thy land; the sea received it;
And, fo, I wish'd, thy body might my heart:
And even with this, I loft fair England's view,
And bid mine eyes be packing with my heart;
And call'd them blind and dusky spectacles,
60 For lofing ken of Albion's wished coaft.
How often have I tempted Suffolk's tongue
[(The agent of thy foul inconftancy)

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