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Suf. Hath he not twit our sovereign lady Car. That he should die, is worthy policy; here,

[couch'd, But yet we want a colour for his death: With ignominious words, though clerkly 'Tis meet, he be condemn'd by course of law. As if she had suborned some to swear

Suf. But, in my mind, that were no policy:
False allegations to o'erthrow his state? The king will labour still to save his life,
Q. Mur. But I can give the loser leave to The commons haply* rise to save his life;
chide.

And yet we have but trivial argument,
Glo. Far truer spoke than meant: I lose in. More than mistrust, that shows him worthy

death.
Beshrew the winners, for they play'd me false! York. So that, by this, you would not have
And well such losers may have leave to speak.

him die. Buck. He'll wrest the sense, and hold us Suf. Ah, York, no man alive so fain as I. here all day :

York. "Í'is York that hath more reason for Lord cardinal, he is your prisoner.

his death.Car. Sirs, take away the duke, and guard But, my lord cardinal, and you, my lord of him sure.

Suffolk,

(souls,Glo. Ah, thus king Henry throws away his Say as you think, and speak it from your crutch,

Wer't not all one, an empty eagle were set Before his legs be firm to bear the body: To guard the chicken from a hungry kite, Thus is the shepherd beaten from thy side, As place duke Humphrey for the king's proAnd wolves are gnarling who shall gnaw thee

tector? first.

Q. Mar. So the poor chicken should be sure Ah, that my fear were false! ah, that it were !

of death. For, good king Henry, thy decay I fear.

Suf. Madam, 'tis true : And wer't not mad[Exeunt ATTENDANTS, with Gloster.

ness then,
K. Hen. My lords, what to your wisdoms To make the fox surveyor of the fold?
seemeth best,

Who being accus'd a crafty murderer,
Do, or undo, as if ourself were here.

His guilt should be but idly posted over, Q. Mar. What, will your highness leave the Because his purpose is not executed. parliament?

No; let him die, in that he is a fox,
K. Hen. Ay, Margaret; my heart is drown'd By nature prov'd an enemy to the block,
with grief,

Before his chaps be stain'd with crimson blood;
Whose flood begins to flow within mine eyes; As Humphrey, prov'd by reasons, to my liege,
My body round engirt with misery;

And do not stand on quillets, how to slay him:
For what's more miserable than discontent?— Be it by gins, by snares, by subtilty,
Ah, uncle Humphrey! in thy face I see Sleeping or waking, 'tis no matter how,
The map of honour, truth, and loyalty; So he be dead ; for that is good deceit [ceit.
And yet, good Humphrey, is the hour to come, which matest him first, that first intends de.
That e’er I prov'd thee faise, or fear'd thy faith. Q. Mar. Thrice-noble Suffolk, 'tis resolutely
What low'ring star now envies thy estate,

spoke.
That these great lords, and Margaret our Suf. Not resolute, except so much were done;
queen,

For things are often spoke, and seldom meant:
Do seek subversion of thy harmless life? But, that my heart accordeth with my tongue,-
Thou never didst them wrong, nor no man Seeing the deed is meritorious,
wrong;

And to preserve my sovereign from his foe,
And as the butcher takes away the calf, Say but the word, and I will be his priest,
And binds the wretch, and beats it when it Car. But I would have him dead, my lord
strays,

of Suffolk,
Bearing it to the bloody slaughter-house ; Ere you can take due orders for a priest :
Even so, remorseless, have they borne him Say, you consent, and censure well the deed,
hence.

And I'll provide his executioner,
And as the dam runs lowing up and down, I tender so the safety of my liege.
Looking the way her barmless young one went, Suf. Here is my hand, the deed is worthy
And can do nought but wail her darling's loss;

doing.
Even so myself bewails good Gloster's case, Q. Mar. And so say I.
With sad'unhelpful tears; and with dimm'd York. And I: and now we three bave spoke
eyes

it,
Look after him, and cannot do him good; It skills not greatlyf who impugns our doom.
So mighty are his vowed enemies. [groan,

Enter a MESSENGER.
His fortunes I will weep; and 'twixt each
Say-Who's a traitor? Gloster he is none. [Exit. Mess. Great lords, from Ireland am I come
Q. Mar. Free lords, cold snow melts with

amain,
the sun's hot beams.

'To signify-that rebels there are up,
Henry my lord is cold in great affairs,

And put the Englishmen unto the sword :
Too full of foolish pity; and Gloster's show Send succours, lords, and stop the rage betime,
Beguiles him, as the mournful crocodile Before the wound do grow incurable ;
With sorrow snares relenting passengers; For, being green, there is great hope of help.
Or as the snake, rolld in a flowering bank,* Car. A breach, that craves a quick expedients
With shining checker'd slough,t doth sting a

stop !
child,

What counsel give you in this weighty cause! That, for the beauty, thinks it excellent.

York. That Somerset be sent as regent Believe me, lords, were none more wise than I,

thither: (And yet, herein, I judge mine own wit good,) | Tis meet that lucky ruler be employ'd; This Gloster should be quickly rid the world, Witness the fortune he hath had in France. To rid us from the fear we have of him.

Som. If York, with all his far-felll policy,

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Had been the regent there instead of me, Do calm the fury of this mad-bred flaw."
He never would have staid in France so long. And, for a minister of my intent,
York. No, not to lose it all, as thou hast I have seduc'd a head-strong Kentishman,
done:

John Cade of Ashford,
I rather would have lost my life betimes, To make commotion, as full well he can,
Than bring a burden of dishonour home, Under the title of John Mortimer.
By staying there so long, till all were lost. In Ireland have I seen this stubborn Cade
Show me one scar character'd on thy skin: Oppose himself against a troop of Kernes ;t
Men's flesh preserv'd so whole, do seldom win. And fought so long, till that his thighs with
Q. Mar. Nay then, this spark will prove a

darts
raging fire,

Were almost like a sharp-quill'd porcupine: If wind and fuel be brought to feed it with: And, in the end being rescu'd, I have seen him No more, good York ;-sweet Somerset, be Caper upright like a wild Mórisco,

Shaking the bloody darts, as he his bells. Thy fortune, York, hadst thou been regent | Full often, like a shag-hair'd crafty Kerne, there,

Hath he conversed with the enemy; Might happily have prov'd far worse than his. And undiscover'd come to me again, York. What, worse than naught? nay, then And given me notice of their villanies. a shame take all!

This devil here shall be my substitute; Som. And, in the number, thee, that wishest For that John Mortimer, wbich now is dead, shame!

In face, in gait, in speech, he doth resemble: Car. My lord of York, try what your for- By this I shall perceive the commons' mind, tune is.

How they affect the house and claim of York,
The uncivil Kernes of Ireland are in arms, Say, he be taken, rack’d, and tortured:
And temper clay with blood of Englishmen: I know, no pain, they can inflict upon him,
To Ireland will you lead a band of men, Will make him say-I mov'd him to those arms.
Collected choicely, from each cognty some, Say, that he thrive, (as 'tis great like he will,)
And try your hap against the Irishmen? Why, then from Ireland come I with my

York. I will, my lord, so please bis majesty. And reap the harvest which that rascal sow'd:

Suf. Wby, our authority is his consent;
And, what we do establish, he confirms : For, Humphrey being dead, as he shall be,
Then, noble York, take thou this task in hand. And Henry put apart, the next for me. [Erit.
York. I am content: Provide me soldiers,
lords,

SCENE II.-Bury.-A Room in the Palace.
Whiles I také order for mine own affairs.
Suf. A charge, lord York, that I will see

Enter certain MURDERERS, hastily.
perform’d.

(rey. 1 Mur. Run to my lord of Suffolk; let him But now return we to the false duke Humph

know,

[ed. Car. No more of him; for I will deal with We have despatch'd the duke, as he commandhim.

2 Mur. O, that it were do!- What have That, henceforth, he shall trouble us no more.

we done?
And so break off"; the day is almost spent: Didst ever hear a man so penitent?
Lord Suffolk, you and I must talk of that

Enter SUFFOLK.
York. My lord of Suffolk, within fourteen
At Bristol I expect my soldiers; [days,

I Mur. Here comes my lord.
For there I'll ship them all for Ireland.

Suf. Now, Sirs, have you Suf. I'll see it truly done, my lord of York. Despatch'd this thing?

[Exeunt all but York. 1 Mur. Ay, my good lord, he's dead. York. Now, York, or never, steel thy fear- Suf. Why, that's well said. Go, get you to ful thoughts,

my house; And change misdoubt to resolution :

I will reward you for this venturous deed.
Be that thou hop'st to be; or what thou art The king and all the peers are here at band:-
Resign to death, it is not worth the enjoying: Have you laid fair the bed ? are all thing well,
Let pale-fac'd fear keep with the mean-born According as I gave directions?

1 Mur. "Tis, my good lord. And find no barbour in a royal heart.

Suf. Away, be gone! [Exeunt MURDERERS. Faster than spring-time showers, comes thought on thought;

Enter King HENRY, Queen MARGARET, Cardi-
And not a thought, but thinks on dignity. nal BEAUFORT, SOMERSET, Lords, and others.
My brain, more busy than the labouring spider,

K. Hen. Go, call our uncle to our presence
Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies.
Well, nobles, well, its politicly done,

straight: To send me packing with a host of men:

Say, we intend to try his grace to-day, I fear me, you but warm the starved snake,

If he be guilty, as 'tis published. Who, cherish'd in your breasts, will sting your

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

[Erit. 'Twas men I lack’d, and you will give them

K. Hen. Lords, take your places;-And, I I take it kindly; yet, be well assur'd (me:

pray you all, You put sharp weapons in a madman's hands. Proceed no straiter 'gainst onr uncle Gloster, Whiles I in Ireland nourish a mighty band,

Than from true evidence, of good esteem, I will stir up in England some black storm,

He be approv'd in practice culpable. Shall blow ten thousand souls to heaven, or

Q. Mur. God forbid any malice should prehell:

vail, And this fell tempest shall not cease to rage

A violent gust of wind. Until the golden circuit on my head,

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That faultless may condemn a nobleman! Is all thy comfort shut in Gloster's tomb?
Pray God, he may acquit him of suspicion! Why, then dame Margaret was ne'er thy joy :
K. Hen. I thank thee, Margaret; these words Erect his statue then, and worship it,
content me much.-

And make my image but an alehouse siyp.

Was I, for this, nigh wreck'd upon the sea;, Re-enter SUFFOLK.

And twice by awkward wind from England's How now? why look'st thou pale? why trem

bank blest thou?

(folk? Drove back again unto my native clime? Where is our uncle? what is the matter, Suf. What boded this, but well-torewarning wind Suf. Dead in his bed, my lord; Gloster is Did seem to say,-Seek not a scorpion's nest, dead.

Nor set no footing on this unkind shore? Q. Mar. Marry, God forefend!

What did I then, but curs'd the gentle gusts, Car. God's secret judgement:- I did dream And he that loos’d them from their brazen to-night,

(shore, The duke was dumb, and could not speak a And bid them blow towards England's blessed word.

[The King swoons. Or turn our stern upon a dreadful rock? Q. Mar. How fares my lord?--Help, lords! Yet Æolus would not be a murderer, the king is dead.

But left that hateful office unto thee: Som. Rear up his body; wring him by the The pretty vaulting sea refus'd to drown me;

Knowing, that thou would'st have me drown' Q. Mar. Run, go, help, help!-0, Henry,

ou shore,

[ness: ope thine eyes !

With tears as salt as sea through thy unkind. Suf. He doth revive again ;-Madam, be The splitting rocks cow'rd in the sinking patient.

sands,

(sides; K. Hen. O heavenly God!

And would not dash me with their ragged Q. Mar. How fares my gracious lord ? Because thy flinty heart, more hard than they, Suf. Comfort, my sovereign! gracious Henry, Might in thy palace perish Margaret. comfort!

As far as I could ken thy chalky cliffs, K. Hen. What, doth my lord of Suffolk com. When from the shore the tempest beat us back, fort me?

I stood upon the hatches in the storm : Came be right now to sing a raven's note, And when the dusky sky began to rob Whose dismal tune bereft my vital powers; My earnest-gaping sight of thy land's view, And thinks he, that the chirping of a wren,

I took a costly jewel from my neck,By crying comfort from a hollow breast, A heart it was, bound in with diamonds,Can chase away the first-conceived sound? And threw it towards thy land;-the sea reHide not thy poison with such sugar'd words,

ceiv'd it; Lay not thy hands on me; forbear, I say; And so, I wish'd, thy body might my heart: Their touch affrights me, as a serpent's sting. And even with this, I lost fair England's Thou baleful messenger, out of my sight!

view, Upon thy eye-balls murderous tyranny. And bid mine eyes be packing with my heart; Sits in grim majesty, to fright the world. And call’d them blind and dusky spectacles, Look not upon me, for thine eyes are wound. For losing ken of Albion's wished coast. ing:

How often bave I tempted Suffolk's tongue Yet do not go away :-Come, basilisk, (The agent of thy foul inconstancy,) And kill the innocent gazer with thy sight: To sit and witch me, as Ascanius did, For in the shade of death I shall find joy; When he to wadding Dido, would untold In life, but double death, now Gloster's dead. His father's acts, commenc'd in burning Troy? Q. Mar. Why do you rate my lord of Sutiolk Am I not witch'd like her? or thou not false thus?

like him? Although the duke was enemy to him, Ah me, I can no more! Die, Margaret! Yet be, most Christian-like, laments his death: For Henry weeps, that thou dost live so long. And for myself,-foe as he was to me, Might liquid tears, or heart-offending groans, Noise within. Enter WARWICK and SALISBURY. Or blood-consuming sighs recall his lite,

The Commons press to the door. I would be blind with weeping, sick with groans,

(sighs, War. It is reported, mighty sovereign, Look pale as primrose, with blood-drinking That good duke Humphrey traitorously as murAnd all to have the noble duke alive.

der'd What know I how the world may deem of me? By Suffolk and the cardinal Beaufort's means, For it is known, we were but hollow friends; The commons, like an angry hive of bees, It may be judg'd, I made the duke away: That want their leader, scatter up and down, So shall my name with slander's tongue be And care not who they sting in his revenge. wounded,

Myself have calm’d their spleenful mutiny, And princes' courts be fill’d with my reproach. Until they hear the order of his death. This get I by his death : Ah me, unhappy! K. Hen. That he is dead, good Warwick, To be a queen, and crown'd with infamy!

'tis too true; K. Hen. Ah, woe is me for Gloster, wretched But how he died, God knows, not Henry: man!

Enter his chamber, view his breathless corpse, Q. Mar. Be woe for me,t more wretched And comment then upon bis sudden death. than he is.

War. That I shall do, my liege:--Stay, What, dost thou turn away, and hide thy face? Salisbury, I am no loathsome leper, look on me.

With the rude mültitude, till I return. What, art thou, like the adder, waxen deaf?

(WARWICK goes into un inner Room, and Be poisonous too, and kill thy forlorn queen.

SALISBURY retires.

K. Hen. O thou that judgest all things, stay Just now.

my thoughts: + 1. e. Let not woe be to thee for Gloster, but for me. My thoughts, that labour to persuade my soul, Some violent hands were laid on Humphrey's Q. Mar. Are you the butcher, Suffolk ; If my suspect be false, forgive me, God; (life!

where's your knife? For judgement only doth belong to thee! Is Beaufort term'd a kite? where are his talons? Fain would I go to chase his paly lips

Suf. I wear no knife, to slaughter sleeping With twenty thousand kisses, and to drain

men; Upon his face an ocean of salt tears;

But here's a vengeful sword, rusted with ease, To tell my love unto his dumb deaf trunk, That shall be scoured in his rancorous heart, And with my fingers feel his hand unfeeling: That slanders me with murder's crimson badge: But all in vain are these mean obsequies; Say, if thou dar'st,proud lord of Warwicksbire, And, to survey his dead and earthly image, That I am faulty in duke Humphrey's death. What were it but to make my sorrow greater?

[Exeunt CARDINAL, SOM: and others. - The folding Doors of an inner Chamber are thrown

Wur. Whatdares not Warwick, if false Suf

folk dare him? open, and Gloster is discovered dead in his

Q. Mar. He dares not calm his contumelious Bed : WARWICK and others standing by it.

Nor cease to be an arrogant controller, (spirit, Wur. Come hither, gracious sovereign, view Though Suffolk dare him twenty thousand this body.

times. K. Hen. That is to see how deep my grave is War. Madam, be still; with reverence may I made:

say; For, with his soul, fled all my worldly solace; For every word, you speak in his behalf, For seeing him, I see my life in death.* Is slander to your royal dignity.

War. As surely as my soul intends to live Suf. Blunt-witted lord, ignoble in demeanour! With that dread King that took our state upon If ever lady wrong'd her lord so much, him

Thy mother took into her blameful bed To free us from his Father's wrathful curse, Some stern untutor'd churl, and noble stock I do believe that violent hands were laid Was graft with crab-tree slip; whose fruit thou Upon the life of this thrice-famed duke. And never of the Nevils' noble race. (art, Suf. A dreadful oath, sworn with a solemn War. But that the guilt of murder bucklers tongue !

thee, What instance gives lord Warwick for his vow? And I should rob the deathsman of his fee,

War. See, how the blood is settled in his face! Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames, Oft have I seen a timely-parted ghost,t (less, And that my sovereign's presence makes me Of ashy semblance, meagre, pale, and blood

mild, Being all descended to the labouring heart; I would, false murderous coward, on thy knee, Who, in the conflict that it holds with death, Make thee beg pardon for thy passed speech, Attracts the same for aidance’gainst the enemy; And say-it was thy mother that thou mean'st, Which with the heart there cools and ne'er re- That thou thyself wast born in bastardy: turneth

And, after all this fearful homage done, To blush and beautify the cheek again. Give thee thy hire, and send thy soul to hell, But, see, his face is black, and full of blood; Pernicious bloodsucker of sleeping men! His eye-balls farther out than when he liv’d, Suf. Thou shalt be waking, while I shed thy Staring full ghastly like a strangled man:

blood, His bair uprear’d, his nostrils stretch'd with If from this presence thou dar’st go with me. struggling;

War. Away even now, or I will drag thee His hands abroad display'd, as one that grasp'd

hence: And tugg'd for life, and was by strength sub- Unworthy though thou art, I'll cope with thee, du'd.

[ing; And do some service to duke Humphrey's Look on the sheets, his hair, you see, is stick

ghost. His well-proportioned beard made rough and

[Ereunt SUFFOLK and WARWICK. rugged,

K. Hen. What stronger breast-plate than a Like to the summer's corn by tempest lodg’d.

heart untainted ? It cannot be, but he was murder'd here; Thrice is he arm’d, that bath his quarrel jost; The least of all these signs were probable. And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel; Suf. Why, Warwick, who should do the whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. duke to death?

(A Noise within. Myself, and Beaufort, had him in protection; Q. Mar. What noise is this? And we, I hope, Sir, are no murderers. War. But both of you were vow'd duke Re-enter SUFFOLK und WARWICK, with their Humphrey's foes;

Weapons drawn. And you, forsooth, had the good duke to keep: "Tis like, you would not feast him like a friend; K. Hen. Why, how now, lords? your wrathAnd 'tis well seen he found an enemy:

ful weapons drawn Q. Mar. Then you, belike, suspect these no- Here in our presence? dare you be so bold ?blemen

Why, what tumultuous clamour ha ve we here! As guilty of duke Humphrey's timeless death. Suf. The traitorous Warwick, with the men War. Who finds the heifer dead, and bleed

of Bury, ing fresh,

Set all upon me, mighty sovereign And sees fast by a butcher with an axe, (ter? But will suspect,'twas he that made the slaugh- Noise of a Crowd within. Re-enter SALISBURY. Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest,

Sal. Sirs, stand apart; the king shall know But may imagine how the bird was dead, Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak?

[Speaking to those within. Even so suspicious is this tragedy.

Dread lord, the commons send you word by me,

Unless false Suffolk straight be done to death, 1.e. I see my lifo destroyed or endangered by his death,

Or banished fair England's territories, † A body become inanimate in the common course of They will by violence tear him from your palace, nelure; to which violence has not brought a timeless end. And torture him with grievous ling'ring death

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They say, by him the good duke Humphrey Q. Mar. Fie, coward woman, and softdied;

hearted wretch ! They say, in him they fear your highness' death; Hast thou not spirit to curse thine enemies? And mere instinct of love, and loyalty,

Suf. A plague upon them! wherefore should Free from a stubborn opposite intent,

I curse them?

(groan, As being thought to contradict your liking,- Would curses kill, as doth the mandrake's Makes them thus forward in his banishment. I would invent as bitter-searching terms, They say, in care of your most royal person, As curst, as harsh, and horrible to hear, That, if your highness should intend to sleep, Deliver'd strongly through my fixed teeth, And charge—that no man should disturb your With full as many signs of deadly hate, rest,

As lean-fac'd Envy in her loathsome cave: In pain of your dislike, or pain of death; My tongue should stumble in mine earnest Yet notwithstanding such a strait edict,

words: Were there a serpent seen, with forked tongue, Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint; That slily glided towards your majesty, My hair be fix'd on end, as one distract; It were but necessary, you were wak'd; Ay, every joint should seem to curse and ban: Lest, being suffer'd in that harmful slumber, And even now my burden'd heart would break, The mortal worm* might make the sleep etér- Should I not curse them. Poison be their nal:

drink!

(taste! And therefore do they cry, though you forbid, Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest that they That they will guard you, whe'r you will, or Their sweetest shade, a grove of cypress trees! no,

Their chiefest prospect, iurdering basilisks! From such fell serpents as false Suffolk is; Their softest touch, as smart as lizards' stings! With whose envenomed and fatal sting, Their music, frightful as the serpent's hiss; Your loving uncle, twenty times his worth, And boding screech-owls make the concert They say, is shamefully berest of life.

full! Commons. [Within.) An answer from the All the foul terrors in dark-seated hellking, my lord of Salisbury.

Q. Mar. Enough, sweet Suffolk ; thou torSuf. 'Tis like, the commons, rude unpolish'd

ment'st thyself; hinds,

And these dread curses-like the sun 'gainst Could send such message to their sovereign: Or like an overcharged gun,--recoil, (glass, But you, my lord, were glad to be employ'd, And turn the force of them upon thyself. To show how quaintt an orator you are: Suf. You bade me ban,* and will you bid But all the honour Salisbury hath won,

me leave? Is—that he was the lord ambassador,

Now, by the ground that I am banish'd from, Sent from a sorti of tinkers to the king. Well could I curse away a winter's night, Commons. [Within.) An answer from the Though standing naked on a mountain top, king, or we'll all break in.

Where biting cold would never let grass grow, K. Hen. Go, Salisbury, and tell them all And think it but a minute spent in sport.

Q. Mar. 0, let me entreat thee, cease! Give I thank them for their tender loving care:

me thy hand, And had I not been 'cited so by them,

That I may dew it with my mournful tears; Yet did I purpose as they do entreat,

Nor let the rain of heaven wet this place, For sure, iny thoughts do hourly prophesy To wash away my woeful monuments. Mischance unto my state by Suffolk's means. 0, could this kiss be printed in thy hand; And therefore,-by His majesty I swear,

[K'isses his hand. Whose far unworthy deputy I am,

That thou might'st think upon these by the seal, He shall not breathe infection in this airs Through whom a thousand sighs are breath'd But three days longer, on the pain of death.

for thee! [Exit SALISBURY. So, get thee gone, that I may know my grief; Q. Mar. 0 Henry, let me plead for gentle 'Tis but surmis'd whilst thou art standing by, Suffolk!

As one that surfeits thinking on a want. K. Hen. Ungentle queen, to call him gentle I will repeal thee, or, be well assur’d, Suffolk.

Adventure to be banished myself: No more, I say; if thou dost plead for him, And banished I am, if but from thee. Thou wilt but add increase unto my wrath. Go, speak not to me; even now be gone.-Had I but said, I would have kept my word; 0, go not yet!- Even thus two friends conBut, when I swear, it is irrevocable:

demn'd

(leaves, If, after three days space, thou here be'st found Embrace, and kiss, and take ten thousand On any ground that I am ruler of,

Loather a hundred times to part than die. The world shall not be ransom for thy life.- Yet now farewell; and farewell life with thee! Come, Warwick, come good Warwick, go Suf. Thus is poor Suffolk ten times baạishwith me;

ed,

[thee. I have great matters to impart to thee. Once by the kiog, and three times thrice by

(Exeunt K. Henry, WARWICK, Lords, &c. 'Tis not the land I care for; wert thou hence; Q. Mar. Mischance, and sorrow, go along A wilderness is populous enough, with you!

So Suffolk had thy heavenly company:. Heart's discontent, and sour affliction, For wbere thou art, there is the world itself, Be playfellows to keep you company! With every several pleasure in the world; There's two of you; the devil make a third ! And where thou art not, desolation. And threefold' vengeance tend npon your I can no more :-Live thou to joy thy life; steps!

Myself no joy in naught, but that thou livest. Suf. Cease, gentle queen, these execrations,

Enter Vaux. And let thy Suffolk take his heavy leave.

Q. Mar. Whither goes Vaux so fast? What Deadly serpent. + Dexterous. I A company, 1. e. He shall not contaminate this air with his infect

news, I pry'thee? ed breath,

Curse.

from me,

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