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nay, then al Icon

To fit 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 cheek again. Am I not witch'd like her? or thou not false But see, his face is black, and full of blood; like him?

5 His eye-balls further out than when he livid, Ay me, I can no more! Die, Margaret !

Staring full ghastly like a strangled man: For Henry weeps, that thou doft live so long. His hair up-rear’d, his noftrils stretch'd with

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

10 And tugg‘d for life, and was by strength subdu'd. War. It is reported, mighty sovereign,

Look on the sheets, his hair, you see, is sticking ; That good duke Humphrey traiterously is murder'd His well proportion'd beard made rough and rugged, By Suffolk's and the cardinal Beaufort's means. 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, scatter 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 Thould 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, fir, are no murderers. 'tis too true;

War. But both of you were vow'd duke Hum. But 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;

1251, Q: Mar. Then vou, s his thig..cant, whese no[Warwick goes in.

ne a tharo-quill'd porcupine: K. Henry. O Thou that judget an his. And, in the end beide Humphrey's timeless death. my thoughts;

no finds the heifer dead, and bleeding My thoughts, that labour to persuaušný soul,

freih, Some violent hands were laid on Humphrey's life! 30 And sees faft by a butcher with an axe, If my suspect be false, forgive me, God;

But will suspect, 'twas he that made the Naughter? For judgment only doth belong to thee!

Who finds the partridge in the puttock's 2 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 foar 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,

Q. Mar. Are you the butcher, Suffolk? where's And with my fingers feel his hand unfeeling: Is Beaufort term d a kite? where are his talons ? But all in vain are these mean obsequies;

Suf. I wear no knife, to slaughter f.eeping men; And, to sui vey his dead and earthy image,

But here's a vengeful sword, rusted with case, What were it but to make my sorrow greater ? 40 That shall be scoured in his rancorous heart,

[Abed, with Glofter's body, put forth. That Nanders me with murder's crimson badge:War. Come hither, gracious fovereign, view Say, if thou dar'ít, 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 is

[Exit Cardinal. made :

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

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

Q. Mar. He dares not calm his contumelious spirit, War. As surely as my foul intends to live Nor cease to be an arrogant controller, 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 War. Madam, be still; with reverence may I I do believe that violent hands were laid

say it; 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 Nander to your royal dignity. tongue !

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 ftern untutor'd churl, and noble stock Of ashy semblance, meagre, pile, and bloodless, Was graft with crab-tree ilip; whose fruit thou art, Being all descended to the labouring heart; And never of the Nevils' noble race. Who, in the conflict that it holds with death, 160 War. But that the guilt of murder bucklers thee, Attracts the same for aidance 'gainst the enemy; And I thould rob the death’s-man of his fee,

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Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames, From such sell serpents as false Suffolk is;
And that my sovereign's presence makes me mild, With whose envenomed and fatal fting,
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 meant'st, 5 Commins (wirbin] An answer from the king, my
That thou thyself wast born in bastardy:

lord of Salisbury. And, after all this fearful homage done,

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

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

War. Away even now, or I will drag thee hence : Is--that he was the lord ambassador,
Unworthy though thou art, I'll cope with thee, Sent from a sort 2 of tinkers to the king.
And do some service to duke Humphrey's ghost. Wirbin. An answer from the king, or we will

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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 arm'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;
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. 20 For, sure, my thoughts do hourly prophesy

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

And therefore,by His majesty I swear, Ru-exter Suffolk and Warwick, witb tbeir weapons

Whose far unworthy deputy I am,-

He shall not breathe iniection in this air
K. Henry. Why, how now, lords ? your wrath-2 5|But three days longer, on the pain of death.

[Exit Salisbury. ful weapons drawn

Q. Marausch Henry, let me plead for gentle Here in our presence? dare you be so bold

by olk!

[Suffolk, Why, what tumultuous clamour have we here?

K. Henankungentle queen, to call him gentle Suf. The traiterous Warwick, with the men of Bury,

30 No more, I say; if thou dost plead for him,

Thou wilt but add encrease unto my wrath. Set all upon me, mighty sovereign.

Had I but said, I would have kept my word; Neife of a crowd wirbin. 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 commons send you word by me, The world thall not be ransom for thy life. Unless lord Suffolk straight be done to death, Come, Warwick, come, good Warwick, go with Or banished fair England's territories, They will by violence tear him from your palace, I have great matters to impart to thee. And torture him with grievous ling’ring death. 401

[Excunt all but, and the Queen. They say, by him the good doke Humphrey died; Q. Mar. Mischance, and sorrow, go along They say, in him they fear your highness' death;

with you! And mere inftin&t of love and loyalty,

Heart's discontent, and four affiction, 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 Neep, And let thy Suffolk take his heavy leave. And charge that no man should disturb your rest, Q. Mar. Fie, coward woman, and soft-hearted In pain of your dislike, or pain of death;


wretch! Yet, notwithstanding such a strait edict,

Haft thou not fpirit to curse thine enemies ? Were there a serpent seen, with forked tongue, Suf. A plague upon them! wherefore should I That Nily glided towards your majesty,

curse them? It were but necessary you were wak’d;

Would curses kill, as doth the mandrake's groan 3, Leít, being suffer'd in that harmful Number, 55 I would invent as bitter searching terms, The mortal worm 4 might make the sleep eternal : As curft, as harsh, and horrible to hear, And therefore 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 many ligns of deadly hate,

your mind.

me ;

Serpents in general are called worms. 2 j. e. a company. 3 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 groans, and that this groan being certainly fatal to him that is offering such unwelcome violence, the practice of those who gather mandrakes is to tie one end of a string to the plant, and the other to a dog, upon whom the fatal groan discharges its malignity.


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

Énser Vaux. My tongue should stumble in mine earneft words; Q. Mar. Whither goes Vaux so fast! what Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten fint;

hews, I pr’ythee? My hair be fix'd on end, as one distract;

Vaux. To fignify unto 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 fuddenly a grievous fickness took him,
Should I not curse then. Poison be their drink! That makes him galp, and stare, and catch the air,
Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest that they taste! Blaspheming God, and curfing men on earth.
Their sweetest shade, a grove of cypress trees!! Sometime, he talks as if duke Humphrey's ghoft

Their chiefest prospect, murdering basilisks?! 10 Were by his fide; sometime, he calls the king,
Their softest touch, as smart as lizardso2 ftings ! 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 foul terrors in dark-seated hell-

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

[Exit Vaux. And these dread curses—like the sun 'gainst glass, Ay me! what is this world? what news are there? Or like an over-charged gung-recoil,

But wherefore grieve I at an hour's poor loss 4, And turn the force of them upon thyself.

Omitting Suffolk's exile, my soul's treasure ? Suf. You bade me bani, 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 banith'd from, Theirs for the earth's increase, mine for my forWell could I curse away a winter's night,


(coming i Though standing naked on a mountain top, Now, get thee hence. The king, thou know'it, is Where biting cold would never let grass grow, 25|1f 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. Mar. Oh, let me entreat thee cease! Give And in thy fight to die, what were it elle,
me thy hand,

But like a pleasant Number 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 wath away my woeful monuments.

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

[Kifjes bis 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 fighs are breath'd for 35 So thouldst thou either turn my Aying soul,

Or I should breathe it fo into thy body,
So, get thee gone, that I may know my grief; And then it liv'd in sweet Elyfium.
"Tis but furmis'd whilst thou art standing by, To die by thee, were but to die in jeft;
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:

Q: 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 wherefoe'er thou art in this world's globe,

1451'll have an Iris 5 that shall find chee out.
Embrace, and kiss, and take ten thousand leaves, Suf. I go.
Lother a hundred times to part than die.

Q. Mar. And take my heart with thee.
Yet now farewel; and farewel life with thee! Suf. A jewel lock'd into the woful’ft cark

Suf. Thus is poor Suffolk 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 funder we:
"Tis not the land I care for, wert thou hence; This way fall I to death.
A wilderness is populous enough,

Q. Mar. This way for me. (Exeum leverally.
So Suffolk had thy heavenly company;

For where thou art, there is the world itself,

The Cardinal's Bed-bamber.
With every several pleasure in the world; 55 Enter King Henry, Salisbury, Wartvick, and others, 20
And where thou art not, defolation.

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

K. Henry. How fares my lord ? (peak, Beaufort, Myself no joy in nought, but that thou liv'ft.

to thy sovereign. · Cypress was employed in the funeral rites of the Romans, and hence is always mentioned as an illboding plant. 2 It has been said of the basilif, that it had the power of destroying by a single glance of its eye. : A lizard has no fting, but is quite inoffensive. 3 i.e. curse. 4 Meaning, Worrefire do I grieve that Beaufort bas died an bour before his time, who, being an old man, could not have had a long time to live? s Iris was the mellenger of Juno.

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591 Car. If thou best death, I'll give thee England's Look with a gentle eye upon this wretch! Enough to purchase such another inand, [treasure, Oh, beat away the busy meddling fiend, so thou wilt let me live, and feel no pain. That lays strong fiege unto this wretch's soul,

K. Henry. Ah, what a sign it is of evil life, And irom his bosom purge this black despair! When death's approach is seen so terrible!

War. See, how the pangs of death do make him
War. Beaufort, it is thy sovereign speaks to thee.

Car. Bring me unto my trial when you will. Sal. Disturb him not, let him pass peaceably.
Dy'd he not in his bed? where should he die? K. Henry. Peace to his soul, if God's good plea.
Can I make men live, whe'r they will or no?

sure be! -
Oh! torture me no more, I will confess.- 10 Lord cardinal, if thou think'it on heaven's bliss,
Alive again? then thew me where he is :

Hold up thy hand, make fignal of thy hope.111 give a thousand pound to look upon him.- He dies, and makes no sign :-O God, forgive him! He hath no eyes, the dust hath blinded them.-- War. So bad a death argues a monstrous life. Comb down his hair; look! look! it stands upright, K. Henry. Forbear to judge, for we are finners Like lime-twigs set to catch my winged soul ! 115 all. Give me some drink; and bid the apothecary Close up his eyes, and draw the curtain close; Bring the strong poison that I bought of him. And let us all to meditation.

[Exeunt. K. Henry. O thou eternal Mover of the heavens,

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Wbit. I loft mine eye in laying the prize aboard,

And therefore, to revenge it, thalt thou die;
Tbe Ceast of Kent.

[T. Suffolk. Alarm. Fight at Sea. Ordnance goes off. Enter And so should thefe, if I might have my will.

Captain, Wbitmore, and aber pirates, with Suffolk,30 Cap. Be not so rash; take ransom, let him live.
and ceber prisoners.

Suf. Look on my George, I am a gentleman;
'HE gaudy, blabbing', and remorse. Rate me at what thou wilt, thou halt be paid..
ful? day

Wbit. And so am I; my name is Walter
Is crept into the bofom of the sea;

And now loud-howling wolves arouse the jades 135 How now? why start'st thou? what, doth death
That drag the tragic melancholy night;


Who with their drowsy, now, and Aagging wings Suf. Thy name affrights me, in whose found is
Clip dead men's graves, and from their misty jaws A cunning man did calculate my birth,
Breathe foul contagious darkness in the air. And told me that by Warer3 I should die:
Therefore bring forth the soldiers of our prize; 40 Yet let not this make thee be bloody-minded;
For, whilft our pinnace anchors in the Downs, Thy name is Gualtier, being rightly founded.
Here shall they make their ransom on the sand, Whit. Gualtier, or Walter, which it is, I care not i
Or with their blood stain this discolour'd More. Ne'er yet did base dishonour blur our name,
Master, this prisoner freely give I thee;

But with our fword we wip'd away the blot ;
And thou that art his mate, make boot of this ;145 Therefore, when I sell revenge,
The other, Walter Whitmore, is thy share. Broke be my sword, my arms torn and defac'd,

[Pointing to Suffolk. And I proclaim'd a coward through the world!
i Gent. What is my ransom, matter? let me Suf. Stay, Whitmore; for thy prisoner is a prince,

[head. The duke of Suffolk, William de la Pole.
Mafi. A thousand crowns, or else lay down your 50 Wbit. The duke of Suffolk, muftled up in rags !
Máte. And so much shall you give, or off gocs Suf. Ay, but these rags are no part of the duke ;

[land crowns, Jove sometime went disguis'd, and why not I? Wbit. What, think you much to pay two thou- Cap. But Jove was never lain, as thou Malt be. And bear the name and port of gentlemen ?

Suf. Obscure and lowly swain, king Henry's
Cut both the villains' throats ;--for die you shall;55 The honourable blood of Lancaster, (blood,
Nor can those lives which we have loft in fight, Must not be thed by such a jaded groom.
Be counterpois'd with such a petty sum. [life.

Halt thou not kiss'd thy hand, and held my stirrup?
i Gent. I'll give it, for; and therefore spare my And bare-head plodded by my foot-cloth mule,
2 Gent. And so will l, and write home for it And thought thee happy when I shook my head ?

16olHow often haft thou waited at my cup,

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1 The epithet blabbing, applied to the day by a man about to commit murder, is exquisitely beautiful. Guilt is afraid of light, considers darkness as a natural shelter, and makes night the confidante of those actions which cannot be trusted to the cell-sale day. 3 Remor efui is pititul. 3 See the fourth {cene of the first act of this play,




Fed from my trencher, kneelid down at the board, it is impossible, that I Mould die
When I have feasted with queen Margaret? By such a lowly vassal as thyself.
Remember it, and let it make thee creit-fall'n; Thy words move rage, and not remorse, in me:
Ay, and allay this thy ' abortive pride ;

I go of message from the queen to France; How in our voiding lobby hast thou stood, 5 1 charge thee, waft me safely cross the channel. And duly waited for my coming forth?

Cap. Walter,

(death. This hand of mine hath writ in thy behalf,

Wbit. Come, Suffolk, I must waft thee to thy And therefore shall it charm thy riotous tongue. Suf. Gelidus timor occupat artus:— 'tis thee I fear. Wbit. Speak, captain, shall I ftab the forlorn Wbit. Thou shalt have cause to fear, before I swain ?

leave thee. Cap. First let my words ftab him, as he hath me. What, are ye daunted now? now will ye stoop? Suf. Base Navel thy words are blunt, and so i Gent. My gracious lord, entreat him, speak art thou.


him fair. Cap. Convey him hence, and on our long-boat's Suf. Suffolk's imperial tongue is stern and rough, Strike off his head.

15 l's'd to command, untaught to plead for favour. Suf. Thou dar'ft not for thine own.

Far be it, we should honour such as these Cap. Poole? Sir Poole? lord ?

With humble suit : no, rather let my head Ay, kennel, puddle, link; whose filth and dirt Stoop to the block, than these knees bow to any, Troubles the Glver spring where England drinks. Save to the God of heaven, and to my king; Now will I dam up this thy yawning mouth,

20 And sooner dance upon a bloody pole, For swallowing the treasure of the realm :

Than stand uncover'd to the vulgar groom. Thy lips, that kiss'd the queen, fall sweep the True nobility is exempt from fear :ground;

[death, More can I bear, than you dare execute. And thou, that smil'dst at good duke Humphrey's Cap. Hale him away, and let him talk no more : Against the senseless winds mall grin in vain, Come, soldiers, shew what cruelty ye can.Who, in contempt, shall hiss at thee again:

Suf. That this my death may never be forgot! And wedded be thou to the hags of hell,

Great men oft die by vile bezonians 5: For daring to affy ? a mighty lord

A Roman (worder and banditto save 6 Unto the daughter of a worthless king,

Murder'd sweet Tully; Brutus' bastard hand ? Having neither subject, wealth, nor diadem. 30 Stabb’d Julius Cæsar; savage inanders, By devilish policy art thou grown great,

Pompey the great 8; and Suffolk dies by pirates. And, like ambitious Sylla, over-gorg'd

[Exit Walter Wbitmure, witb Suffolk. With gobbets of thy mother's bleeding heart.

Cap. And as for these whose ransom we have fet, By thee, Anjou and Maine were sold to France : It is our pleasure one of them depart: The false revolting Normans, t'orough thee, 35 Therefore come you with us, and let him go. Disdain to call us lord; and Picardy

[Exit Captain, with all but the first Gentleman. Hath Main their governors, surpriz'd our forts,

Re-enter Whitmore, with Suffolk's body. And sent the ragged soldiers wounded home.

Wbit. There let his head and lifeless body lie, The princely Warwick, and the Nevils all,

Until the queen his mistress bury it. [Exit Wbit. Whore dreadfullwords were never drawn in vain,-- 49 i Gent. O barbarous and bloody spectacle ! As hating thee, are rising up in arms: [crown, His body will I bear unto the king; And now the house of York--thrust from the

If he revenge it not, yet will his friends; By Mameful murder of a guiltless king,

So will the queen, that living held him dear. And lofty proud encroaching tyranny

[Exit. Burns with revenging fire; whose hopeful colours 45)

Advance our half-fac’d fun, striving to thine,
Under the which is writo-Inviris nubibus.

Anceber part of Kent.
The commons here in Kent are up in arms:

Enter George Bevis and John Holland. And, to conclude, reproach, and beggary,

Bevis. Come, and get thee a sword, though made Is crept into the palace of our king,

5 of a lath; they have been up these two days. And all by thee:-Away! convey him hence. Hol. They have the more need to Icep now then.

Suf. O that I were a god, to shoot forth thunder Bevis. I tell thee, Jack Cade the clothier means Upon these paltry, servile, abject drudges! (here, to dress the commonwealth, and turn it, and set a Small things make bare men proud: this villain new nap upon it. Being captain of a pinnace 3, threatens more

1551 Hol. So he had need, for 'tis thread-bare. Well, Than Bargulus + the Mtrong Illyrian pirate. I say, it was never merry world in England, fince Drones fuck not eagles' blood, but rob bee-hives. Igentlemen came up.

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i Meaning, pride assumed before its time. 2 To offy is to betroth in marriage.

3 A pinnace did not anciently fignily, as at present, a man of war's boat, but a ship of small burthen. Bargulus is to be met with in Tully's Offices; and the legend is the famous Theopompus's Hiftory. Bargulus Illyrius latro, de quo eft apud Theopompum, magras opes babuit,” lib. ii. cap. 11. ncte?, p505.

• i. e. Herennius a centurion, and Popilius Laenas, tribune of the foldiers. 1,7 Brutus was the son of Servilia, a Roman lady, who had been concubine to Julius Cæsar. poct feems to have confounded the story of Pompey with some other.


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