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Re-enter SUFFOLK.

How now? why look'st thou pale? why tremblest thou?

'Where is our uncle? what is the matter, Suffolk ? Suf. Dead in his bed, my lord; Gloster is dead. *Q. Mur. Marry, God forefend!

*Car. God's secret judgment :-I did dream tonight,

* The duke was dumb, and could not speak a word. [The King swoons. 'Q. Mar. How fares my lord?—Help, fords! the king is dead.

*Som. Rear up his body; wring him by the nose. * Q. Mar. Run, go, help, help!-O, Henry, ope thine eyes!

Suf. He doth revive again;-Madam, be patient. *K. Hen. O heavenly God!

* Q. Mar. How fares my gracious lord?

Suf. Comfort, my sovereign! gracious Henry,

comfort!

K. Hen. What, doth my lord of Suffolk comfort me?

Came he right now2 to sing a raven's note,
* Whose dismal tune bereft my vital powers;
And thinks he, that the chirping of a wren,
By crying comfort from a hollow breast,

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Can chase away the first-conceived sound? * Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words. * Lay not thy hands on me; forbear, I say; *Their touch affrights me, as a serpent's sting. Thou baleful messenger, out of my sight! Upon thy eye-balls murderous tyranny Sits in grim majesty, to fright the world. Look not upon me, for thine eyes are wounding:→

right now-] Just now, even now.

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'Yet do not go away;-Come, basilisk, And kill the innocent gazer with thy sight: * For in the shade of death I shall find joy; * In life, but double death, now Gloster's dead. Q. Mar. Why do you rate my lord of Suffolk thus?

* Although the duke was enemy to him,

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

* I would be blind with weeping, sick with groans, *Look pale as primrose, with blood-drinking sighs, * And all to have the noble duke alive.

'What know I how the world may deem of me?
For it is known, we were but hollow friends;
'It may be judg'd, I made the duke away :

* So shall my name with slander's tongue be wounded,
* And princes' courts be fill'd with my reproach.
* This get I by his death: Ah me, unhappy!
*To be a queen, and crown'd with infamy!

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

Q. Mar. Be woe for me,3 more wretched than he is.
What, dost thou turn away, and hide thy face?
I am no loathsome 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:
* Erect his statue then, and worship it,

* And make my image but an alehouse sign.
Was I, for this, nigh wreck'd upon
the sea;
And twice by aukward wind from England's bank

Be woe for me,] That is, Let not woe be to thee for Gloster, but for me.

• Drove back again unto my native clime? What boded this, but well-forewarning wind Did seem to say,-Seek not a scorpion's nest, *Nor set no footing on this unkind shore?

* What did I then, but curs'd the gentle gusts, *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:

* The pretty vaulting sea refus'd to drown me; * Knowing, that thou would'st have me drown'd on shore,

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* With tears as salt as sea through thy unkindness: * The splitting rocks cow'rd in the sinking sands, * And would not dash me with their ragged sides; * Because thy flinty heart, more hard than they, * Might in thy palace perish Margaret.

* As far as I could ken thy chalky cliffs, * When from the shore the tempest beat us back, * I stood upon the hatches in the storm: * And when the dusky sky began to rob * My earnest-gaping sight of thy land's view, * I took a costly jewel from my neck,* A heart it was, bound in with diamonds,*And threw it towards thy land;-the sea receiv'd it; * And so, I wish'd, thy body might my heart: * And even with this, I lost fair England's view, * And bid mine eyes be packing with my heart; * And call'd them blind and dusky spectacles, *For losing ken of Albion's wished coast. * How often have I tempted Suffolk's tongue

4 The splitting rocks, &c.] The sense seems to be this.-The rocks hid themselves in the sands, which sunk to receive them into their bosom. STEEvens.

5 Might in thy palace perish Margaret.] The verb perish is here used actively.

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*(The agent of thy foul inconstancy,)

* To sit and witch me, as Ascanius did,

* When he to madding Dido, would unfold * His father's acts, commenc'd in burning Troy?

* Am I not witch'd like her? or thou not false like him?

* Ah me, I can no more! Die, Margaret!

* For Henry weeps, that thou dost live so long.

Noise within. Enter WARWICK and SALISBURY. The Commons press to the door.

• War. It is reported, mighty sovereign, "That good duke Humphrey traitorously is murder'd By Suffolk and the cardinal Beaufort's means, 'The commons, like an angry hive of bees, That want their leader, scatter up and down, • And care not who they sting in his revenge. Myself have calm'd their spleenful mutiny, 'Until they hear the order of his death.

K. Hen. That he is dead, good Warwick, 'tis too true;

But how he died, God knows, not Henry:
Enter his chamber, view his breathless corpse,
And comment then upon his sudden death.
War. That I shall do, my liege :-Stay, Salisbury,
With the rude multitude, till I return.

[WARWICK goes into an inner Room, and
SALISBURY retires.

*K. Hen. O thou that judgest all things, stay my thoughts;

His father's acts, commenc'd in burning Troy?] The poet here is unquestionably alluding to Virgil (Eneid I.) but he strangely blends facts with fiction. In the first place, it was Cupid in the semblance of Ascanius, who sat in Dido's lap, and was fondled by her. But then it was not Cupid who related to her the process of Troy's destruction; but it was Æneas himself who related this history.

*My thoughts, that labour to persuade my soul, * Some violent hands were laid on Humphrey's life! * If my suspect be false, forgive me, God; *For judgment only doth belong to thee! * Fain would I go to chafe his paly lips * With twenty thousand kisses, and to drain * Upon his face an ocean of salt tears; *To tell my love unto his dumb deaf trunk, * And with my fingers feel his hand unfeeling: * But all in vain are these mean obsequies; * And, to survey his dead and earthy image, * What were it but to make my sorrow greater?

The folding Doors of an inner Chamber are thrown open, and GLOSTER is discovered dead in his bed: WARWICK and others standing by it.

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War. Come hither, gracious sovereign, view this body.

* K. Hen. That is to see how deep my grave is made: *For, with his soul, fled all my worldly solace : *For seeing him, I see my life in death.?

War. As surely as my soul intends to live

• With that dread King that took our state upon him To free us from his father's wrathful curse,

'I do believe that violent hands were laid

Upon the life of this thrice-famed duke.

Suf. A dreadful oath, sworn with a solemn tongue! 'What instance gives lord Warwick for his vow? 'War. See, how the blood is settled in his face! Oft have I seen a timely-parted ghost,*

For seeing him, I see my life in death.] i. e. I see my life destroyed or endangered by his death.

8 Oft have I seen a timely-parted ghost, &c.] All that is true of the body of a dead man is here said by Warwick of the soul. I would read:

Oft have I seen a timely-parted corse.

But of two common words, how or why was one changed for

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