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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 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. * 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 wordly 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, a Of ashy semblance, meager, pale, and bloodless, Being all descended to the labouring heart;

Who, in the conflict that it holds with death, • Attracts the same for aidance 'gainst the enemy; Which with the heart there cools and ne'er re.

turneth 'To blush and beautify the cheek again.

Ti.e. I see my life destroyed or endangered by his death. * A body become inanimate in the common course of nature;

to which violence has not brought a timeless end. VOL. VI.


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• But, see, his face is black, and full of blood; • His eye-balls further out than when he liv'd, • Staring full ghastly like a strangled man: • His hair uprear'd, his nostrils stretch'd with strug

gling; • His hands abroad display'd, as one that grasp'd • And tugg'd for life, and was by strength subdu'd. • Look on the sheets, his hair, you see, is sticking; • His well-proportioned beard made rough and rugged,

Like to the summer's corn by tempest lodg'd. • It cannot be, but he was murder'd here; • The least of all these signs were probable. Suf. Why, Warwick, who should do the duke

to death? · Myself, and Beaufort, had him in protection; And we, I hope, sir, are no murderers. War. But both of you were vow'd duke Hum

phrey's foes ; And you, forsooth, had the good duke to keep: • 'Tis like, you would not feast him like a friend; And 'tis well seen he found an enemy.

"Q. Mar. Then you, belike, suspect these noblemen • As guilty of duke Humphrey's timeless death.

War. Who finds the heifer dead, and bleeding fresh, And sees fast by a butcher with an axe, But will suspect, 'twas he that made the slaughter? Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest, But may imagine how the bird was dead, Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak? Even so suspicious is this tragedy.

.Q. Mar. Are you the butcher, Suffolk; where's


your knife?

Is Beaufort term'd a kite? where are his talons ?

Suf. I wear no knife, to slaughter sleeping men ; But here's a vengeful sword, rusted with ease, That shall be scoured in his rancorous heart, That slanders me with murder's crimson badge :Say, if thou dar’st, proud lord of Warwickshire, That I am faulty in duke Humphrey's death.

[Exeunt Cardinal, Som. and Others. War. What dares not Warwick, if false Suffolk

dare him? Q. Mar. He dares not calm his contumelious spirit, Nor cease to be an arrogant controller, Though Suffolk dare him twenty thousand times.

War. Madam, be still ; with reverence may I say, For every word, you speak in his behalf, Is slander to your royal dignity.

* Suf. Blunt-witted lord, ignoble in demeanour! If ever lady wrong'd her lord so much, Thy mother took into her blameful bed Some stern untutor'd churl, and noble stock Was graft with crab-tree slip; whose fruit thou art, And never of the Nevils' noble race.

War. But that the guilt of murder bucklers thee, And I should rob the deathsman of his fee, Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames, And that my sovereign's presence makes me mild, I would, false murderous coward, on thy knee Make thee beg pardon for thy passed speech, And say it was thy mother that thou meant'st, That thou thyself wast born in bastardy: And, after all this fearful homage done, Give thee thy hire, and send thy soul to hell,

Pernicious bloodsucker of sleeping men!

Suf. Thou shalt be waking, while I shed thy blood, If from this


thou dar’st go with me. War. Away even now, or I will drag thee hence : * Unworthy though thou art, I'll cope with thee, * And do some service to duke Humphrey's ghost.

[Exeunt SUFFOLK and WARWICK. * K. Hen. What stronger breast-plate than a heart

untainted ? * Thrice is he arm’d, that hath his quarrel just; * And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, * Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.

[A Noise within. Q. Mar. What noise is this?

Re-enter SUFFOLK and WARWICK, with their

Weapons drawn. K. Hen. Why, how now, lords? your wrathful

weapons drawn

• Here in our presence? dare you be so bold ?-
• Why, what tumultuous clamour have we here?
Suf. The traitorous Warwick, with the men of

Set all upon me, mighty sovereign.

Noise of a Croud within. Re-enter SALISBURY. * Sal. Sirs, stand apart; the king shall know your mind.

[Speaking to those within. Dread lord, the commons send you word by me, Unless false Suffolk straight be done to death, Or banished fair England's territories,

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