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And dogged Tork, that reaches at the moon,
Whose overweening arm I have pluck'd back
By false accuse doth level at my life:
And you, my sovereign lady, with the rest,
Causeless have laid disgraces on my head :
And, with your best endeavour, have stirr'd up
My liefest liege to be mine enemy :
Av. all of you have laid your heads together.
Myself had notice of your conventicles,
And all to make away my guiltless life ;
1 shall not want false witness to condemn me,
Nor store of treasons to augment my goilt ?
The ancient proverb will be well affected, —
A staff is quickly found to beat a dog.

Car, My L^ege, bis railing is intolerable :
If those that care to keejp your royal person
From treason's secret knife, and traitor's rage,
Be thus upbraided, chid, and rated at.
And the offender granted scope of speech,
'Twill make them cool in seal unto your grace.

Buf.^ Hath be not twit our sovereign lady here,
With innominioua words, thoi;igh clerkly couoh'd,
As if she had suborned some one to swear
False allegations to o'ertbrow his state?

Q. Mar, But I can give the loser leave to chide.

Qlo, Far truer spoke than meant; I lose,
indeed; —
Beshrew the winners, for they play'd me false.
4nd well such losers may have leave to speak I



VT.— PART n. 491

Bwh, He'll wrest the sense, and hold os here
all day:
Lord cardinal, he is yoor prisoner.

Oar, Sirs, take away the duke, and guard him
sure.

Qlo, Ah,, thus King Henry throws away his
crutoh.
Before his legs be firm to bear his body :
Thus is the shepherd beaten from thy side.
And wolves are gnarling who shall gnawthee ilrst.
Ah, that my fears were false I ah, that it were I
For, good King Henry, thy decay I fear.

^Exeunt Attendants, with Glosteb.

K.Hen, Iaj lords, what to your wisdom seemeth
best.
Do, or ondo, as if onrself were here.

Q, Mar, What, will your highness leave the
parliament ?

K, Hen. kj^ Ifargaret; my heart is drown'd
with grief.
Whose flood begins to flow within mine ejw ;
My body round engirt with misery:
For what's more miserable than discontent 7
Ah, uncle Humphrey 1 in thy face I see
The map of honour, faruth, and loyalty;
And yet, good Humphrey, is the hour to come.
That e'er I prov'd thee false, or fear'd thy faith.
What low'ring star now envies thy estate.
That these great lords, and Margaret our queen.
Do seek subversion of thy harmless life ?
Then never didst 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 slaughter-l^ouse ;
Even so, remorseless, have they borne him henee.
And as the dam runs lowing up and down.
Looking the way her harmless young one went.
And can do nought but wail her darUng's loss ;
Even so myself oewails good Gloster's ease.
With sad unhelpful tears ; and with dimm'd eyes
Look after him, and cannot do him good;
So mighty are bis vowed enemies.
His fortunes I will weep ; and, 'twixt each groan
Say—" Who's a traitor, Gloster he is none."

[Exit,

Q, Mar, Free lords, cold snow melts with the
sun's hot beams.
Henry my lord is cold in great affairs.
Too full of foolish pity : and Gloster's show
Beguiles him, aa the monmf ol crocodile
With sorrow snares relenting passengers;
Or as the snake, roll'd in a flowering bank,
With shining obecker'd slough, doth sting a child,
That, for the beauty, thinks it excellent.
Believe me, lords, were none more wise than I
(And yet, herein I judge mine own wit good).
This Gloster should be quickly rid the world.
To rid us from the fear we have of him.

Car, That he should die is worthy policy:
But yet we want a cdonr for his death :
'Tis meet be be eondemn'd by course of law.

8uf, But, in my mind, that were no policy :
The king will labour still to save his life ;
The commons haoly rise to save bis life ;
And yet we have out trivial argument.
More than mistrust, that shows him worthy death.

York. So that by thii you would not have him
die.

S^f. Ah, York, no man alive so fain as I.

York. 'Tis York that hath more reason for
bis death.
But, my lord cardinal, and yoi^ my lord of
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402 KDIG'HBNBT

Bay M ytm tbinlr, and ipeak K from yont 80iili»
Were't not mil ODe, an empty eagle were set
To gnard the ebfoken fhnn a hangry kite, [tor ?
Aa place Dake Hamphrey for the king's protec-

Q, Mar. So the poor ohioken should be sore of
death.

8i^, Madam, 'tis tme: andwere'tnotmadneaa
then,
To make the fox surveyor of the fold f
Who being aocns'd a crafty mnrtherer, -
His gnilt should be bat idly posted over,
Beoanse his purpose is not executed,
No ; let him die, in that he is a fox,
By nature pror'd an enemy to the flook
(Before his chaps be stain'd with crimson blood).
As Hamphrey, prored by reasons, to my liege.
And do not stand on quillets, how to slay him :
Beit by gins, by snares, by subtilty,
Sleeping or waking, 'tis no matter how,
So he be dead ; for that is good deceit
Which mates him iirst that first intends deceit.

Q, Mar, Thrioe-noble Soflolk, *ti8 resolutely
spoke.

Suf, Not resolute, except so much were done ;
For things are often spoke, and seldom meant :
But, that my heart accordeth with my tongue, —
Seeing the deed is meritorious.
And to preserve my sovereign from his foe, —
Say but the word, and I will be his priest.

Oar. But I would have him dead, my lord of
Suffolk,
Ere you can take due orders for a priest
Say you consent, and censure well the de e d,
And I'll provide his executioner,
I tender so the safety of mv liege.

Suf. Here is my hand, the deed is worthy ddng.

Q. Mar. And so say L

York. And I : and now we three have spoke it.
It akUlB not greatly who impugns our doom.

Enter a Messenger.

JTms. Great lords, fh>m Ireland am I eome
amain.
To signify, tbat rebels there are up.
And pat the Englishmen unto the sword:
Send suoeours, lords, and stop the rage betlme.
Before the wound do grow incurable ;
For being green there is great hope of help.

Oar, A breach that craves a quick expedient
stop I
What counsel give you in this weighty cause f

York. That Somerset be sent as regent thither;
Tis meet that lucky ruler be cmplo;pd ;
Witness the fortune he hath had in France.

80m. If Tork, with all bis f ar-fet policy,
Had been the regent there instead of me.
He never would have stay'd in France so long.

York. No. cot to lose it all as thou hast done :
I rather would have lost my life betimes.
Then bring a burthen of dishonour home,
By staying there so long, till all were lost
Show me one scar charaoter'd on thy skin :
Men's flesh preserv'd so whr^e, do seldom win.

Q, Mar, Nay, then, this spark will prove a
raging fire,
H wind and fuel be brought to feed it with :
No more, good Tork ;— eweet Somerset be still :
Tby fortune, York, hadst thou been regent there.
Might happily have prov'd far worse than his.

York, What, worse than naught ? nay, then
a shame take all t

Bom, And in the number tbee, that wiihest



TL-^AWPIL
0». My lordiof Tories try wiiat your foHono

is.

The uncivil Eeraea of Irdand are in armf.
And temper elay with blood of Boglishmeii:
To Ireland will vou lead a band of men.
Collected oboicely, from each county soma,
And try your hap against the Irishmen f

York. I will, my lord, so i^ease his majesfy.

Bukf. Why, omr authority is his consent;
And what we do establish he eonflrms :
Then, noble Tork, take thou this task hi hand.

York, I am content: Provide me soldiers, lords,
Whiletf I take order for mine own aifaira.

S^f, A charge, Lord Tork, thati will see per-
form'd.
But now return we to the false Duke Homnbrey.

Car, No more of him, for I will deal with him
Tbat henoefortb he ahall tronble «s no more.
And so break off; the day Is almost snent ;
Lord Suffolk, you and I must talk of tiiat event

York. Mv lord of Suffolk, within ftmrteen days.
At Bristol I expect my aoldiera ;
For there I'll ship them all for Ireland.

8%^* 1% see it truly done, my lord of Toik.
[Exeunt all bui Tou.

York. Now, York, or never, steel thy fearful
thooghts.
And change misdoubt to resolution :
Be that thou hop'st to be ; or what tho« art
Resign to death, it is not worth the enjoying :
Let pale-fao'd fear keep with the mean-bom man,
And find no harbour in a royal heart.
Faster than spring-time showers cornea tbongfat

on thought.
And not a thought but thinks en dignity.
My brain, more busy than the labouring spider,
Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemisB.
Well, nobles, well, 'tis politicly done.
To send me packing with an host of men :
I fear me you but warm the starved snake.
Who, cheiish'd in your breasts, will sting your
hearts.

Twas men I lacked, and you wHl give them me :
I take it kindly ; yet be weU assiuM
Tou put sharp weapons in a madman's handa.
Whiles I in Ireland nourish a mighty band,
I will stir up in England some Mack storm
Shall blow ten thousand souls to heaven or hell:
And this fell tempest shsU not cease to rage
Until the golden circuit on my head.
Like to the glorious sun's tninspsrent 1
Do calm the fury of this mad- bred flaw.
And, for a minister of my intent,
I have seduo'd a headstrong Eentisbmsn,
John Cade of Aehford,
To make commotion, as full well he csa,
Under the title of John Mortimer.
In Ireland have I seen this stnbborn Cade
Oppose himself against a troop of Eemes ;
And foaght so long, till thathis thighs with darta
Were almost like a sharp-quill'd porcupine :
And, in the end, being rescued, I have seen
Him caper upright like a wild Morisoo,
Shaking the bloody darts, as he his bells.
Full often, like a sbag-hair'd crafty Eeme,
Hath he conversed with the enemy ;
And undiscover'd come to me again.
And give me notice of their villainiea.
This devil here shall be my substitute ;
For that John Mortimer, which now is dead.
In face, and gait, and speech, he doth resemble.
By this I shall perceive the commons' mind,
How they affect the house and daim of York.



KDXa HENKir
8ij, 1m b6 taken, neled, fend toriored:
I know no pain tiiey cmn infliet upon blm
Will make bim lay — ^I moTedhim to those anna.
Smt, that he tbrire (m 'tis great like he will),
Why, then from Ireland , come I with my strength,
And reap the harvest which that rascal sowed :
For, Humphrey being dead, as he shall be,
And Henry put apart, the next for me.

SCOEiHE n.— Boxy. A Boom in (he Palace,
Snter eerUdn Mnrtherera, ieutUy.

1 Iftfr. Bon tomy Lord of Suffolk; kthimknow
We have deapatehed the dnke aa he commanded.

S Mur, O. that it weie to do 1— What hare we
donef
fiidti eT«»r near a man so penitent?

Enter Sjswwouu

1 Mur. Here eomea my lord.

£h/. Now, sirs, have yon deepatoh'd this thing?

1 Mur. Ay, my good lord, he's dead.

B^f, Why, that's well said. Go, get yon to
myhoQse;
I will reward yon for thia Tentnrona deed.
The king and all the peers are here at hand: —
Have joa laid fair the bed ? are all tbinga weU,
According aa I gave directions f

1 Mur, 'Tii, my good lord.

S^f. Away, be gone I

[JSaetna MnrthererB.

Enter King Hshbt, Qneen Maboarbt, Garciinal
Bkautobt, Sokebset, Lords, and othere,

K. Hen. Go. call our uncle to our presence
ftetlght:
Say, we iutoija lo tr^ his graee to-day.
If he be ffoiltyt es 'tis published.
Suf, 111 oall him presently, my noUe lord.

lExiL
Kt Hen. Lords, take your plaeea :— -And, I
pray you all,
Proceed no straiter 'gainst our uncle Gloster,
Than from true evidence, of good esteem,
He be approv'd in praotioe culpable.

Q, Mar. God forbid any malice diould preiail.
That faoHleaa may condemn a nobleman I
Prav God he may acquit him of suapicioa !
A. Ran, I thank thee, Margaret ; these words
eontent me muolu

Ba-anUr Suffolk.
How now r why look'at thou palef why tremUeet



Where is our undo ? what's the matter. Suffolk?
Buf, Dead hi hia bed, my lord; Gloater is



g. Jfor. Many, God forefendl
or. God'a secret judgment; I did dveam to-
night
Slia take waa dumb, and oould not speak a word.
\Tke &OIG mooon»,
Q. Mar. How fturea my lord?— Help, lordal

the king is dead.
Bam, Bear up hia body; wring him by the nose.
Q. Mar. Bon, go, help, help I— O Henry, ope

thine eyeal
S^f. Hedoth revive again:— Madam, be patient
K, Hen. O heavenly God I
Ol Mar, How farea my gracioua lord ?
A/. Ooarfort,iBy80T«rdgBl graaioaaHaniy,



VL— PABTF XL 408

K, Hen. What, doib my lord of Sidfblk eoi»>
fort me?
Game he right now 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 hoUow breast.
Can chase away the first-couceived sound?
Hide not thy poison with such sngar'd words.
Lay not thy hands on me ; forbear, I say ;
Their tonoh affrights me aa a serpent's sting.
Tbou baleful mes8ett|(er, out of my sight 1
Upon thine eyeballs murtherons tyranny
Sits in grim majesty, to fright the world.
Look not upon me, for thine eves are wounding:
Yet do not go away : — Come, basilisk,
And kill the innocent gazer with thy sight:
For in the shade of death I ahall find joy ;
In life but double death, now Gloster's dead.
Q. Mar. Why do you rate my lord of Suffolk
thus?
Although the doke was enemy to him.
Yet he, most Christianlike, laments his death :
And for myself, foe aa he was to me,
Might Hqnid tears, at heart-offending groana.
Or blcod-consnming sighs, recall hia life,
I would be blind with weeping, aick with groana.
Look pale as primrose with blood-drinking sigha
And all to have the noble duke alive.
What know I how the world may deem of me ?
For it ia known we were but hollow friends ;
It may be jadg'd I made the duke away :
So shall my name with alander'a tongue be

wounded.
And princea' courts be flll'd with my reproach.
This get I by his death : Ah me, unhappy I
To be a queen, and crown'd with infamy 1
E, EUk, Ah, woe is me for Gloater, wretdfaed

Q, Mar. Be woe for me, more wretched than

heia.
What, doet thou turn away, and hide thy faoa?
I am no loathsome leper, look on me.
What, art thou like the adder waxen deaf ?
Be poisonous too, and kill tby forlorn queen.
Is all thy comfort shut in Gloster's tomb ?
Wby, tb«i. Dame Margaret waa ne'er thy joy :
Erect bis statae then, and worship it,
And make m^ image bat an alehonse sign.
Was I for thu nigh wreok'd upon the aea ;
And twice by awkward wind from England'a bank
Drove back again unto my native dime ?
What boded thia ; but well-forewarning wind
Did seem to say, — Seek not a aeorpion's neat,
Nor set no footing on thia unkind shore ?
What did I then, but cura'd the gentle gusts.
And he that loos'd them forth theur brazen caves ;
And bid them blow towards England'a Ueased

ahore.
Or turn our ateni upon a dreadful rook ?
Yet .£olu8 would not be a murtherer,
Bot left that hateful office unto thee:
The pretty vaulting aea ref os'd to drown me ;
Snowing that thou wouldst have me drown'd on

ahore,
THih teara aa aalt as sea, through thy unkindness :
The splitting rocks cow'red in the sinking sands,
And would not dash me with their ragged sides ;
Becaaae thy flinty heart, more hard than they«
Might in thy palaoe perish Margaret.
As far aa I could ken thy chalky difla,
When from tbv ahore the tompeat beat ua bacK
I stood upon the hatchea in the storm :
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404 EINa HENBY

Hy eamest gaping ttght of thy land's Yiew,
I took a cosuy jewel horn mj neok, —
A heart it was, bound in with diamonds, —
And threw it towards thy land ;-the searecelT'd it |
And so I wished thy body might my heart :
And eTen 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 haye I tempted Soffolk's tongas
(The agent of thy fool inconstancy),
To sit and witch me, as Ascanins did.
When he to madding Dido would unfold
His father's acts, commeno'd in homing Troy 1
Am I not witch'd like her ? or thon not f aUe

Ukehim?
Ah me, I can no more t Die Margaret I
For Henry weeps that thon dost Iitc so long.

N^oi$e within. Enter Warwick and Salisbuet.

The Commons preu to the door.

War. It is reported, mighty soTcreign,
That good Dake Homphiey traitoroosly is

morther'd
By Suffolk and the Otrdinal Beaufort's means.
The commons, like an angry hive of bees.
That want their leader, scatter np and down,
And care not who they sting in his revenge.
Myself have oalm'd their spleenfol mutiny,
Until they hear the order of his death.
K. Hen. That he is dead, good Warwick, 'tis

too true;
Bat how he died, Ood knows, not Henry:
Eater his chamber, Tiew his breathless corpse,
And comment then upon his sudden death.
War, That shall I do, my liege:— Stay,

Salisburyf
^tb^the rude multitude, till I return.

goes into an inner room and Sal. re tires.



. Hen. O thou that jndgest ail 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 1
Fain would I go to chafe his paly lips
\Vith 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 earthly image.
What were it but to make my sorrow greater ?

The folding doors of an inner chamber are thrown
open^ and Glo8T£R is discovered dead in his
bed : Wabwick and others standing by it.

War, Gome hither, graeious sovereign, view

this body.
K. Hen, That is, to see how deep my grave is
made:
For with his soul fled all mv worldly solace :
For seeing him, I see my hfe in death.

War, As surely as my soul intends to live
With that dread King, that took oor-state upon

him
To ftree us from his Father's wrathful curse,
I do believe that violent hands were laid
Upon the life of this thrice-f oned duke.
St^f, A dreadful oath, sworn with a solemn
tongue I
What instance gives Lord Warwick for bis vow t



VL— PABT n.

War. See, how the blood is settled hi his faoe t
Oft have I seen a timely-parted gboet.
Of ashy semblance, meagre, pale, and bloodless,
Being all descended to the labouriug 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

retumeth
To blush and beantifv the cheek again.
But see, his face is black, and full of blood ;
His eyeballs further out thnn when he Uv'd,
Staring full ghastly like a strangled man:
His hur nprear'd, his nostrils stretoh'd with

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

rugged.
Like to the summer's com by tempest lodg'd.
It cannot be bat he was mmiher'd here,
The least of all these signs were probable.
8i^f. Why, Warwick, who should do the duke

to deaths
Myself and Beaufort had him in protection ;
And we, I hope, sir, are no murtherers.

War, But both of you were vow'd Duke

Humphrey's foes ;
And you, forsooth, had the good duke to keep :
'Tis like yoa would not feast him like a friend ;
And 'tis well seen he foand an enemy.
Q, Mar, Then yon, belike, suspect these noble-
men
As guilty of Dake Humphrey's timeless death.
War, Who finds the heifer dead, and bleeding

fresh.
And sees fast by a butcher with an axe,
Bat will suspect 'twas he that made the slaughter 7
Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest.
Bat may imagine how the bird was dead,
Although the kite soar with unblooded beak ?
Even so suspicious is this trsgedy,

Q, Mar, Are you the butcher, Suffolk ; where'i

your knife ?
Is Beaufort term'd a kite ; where are his talons 7
Suf. I wear no kuife to slaughter sleeping men;
But here's a vengeful sword, rusted with ease.
That shall be scoured in bis rancorous heart
That slanders me with murther'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 oontumelious

spirit,
Nor cease to be an arrogant controller.
Though Suffolk dare bim twenty thousand times.
TTar. Madam, bestill, with reverence msjisay;
For every word you speak in his behalf
Is slander to your roval dignity.

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

War, Bat that the guilt of murther booklers

thee.
And I should rob the deathsman of his fee.
Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand sham .
And that my sovereign's presence makes me mild,
I would, false murtherooi oowar4* on thy knee
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KING HEN&Y
Hake thee beg perdon for thy passed speech.
And say— It was thy mother that thou meant'at^
That tboa thyself wast bom in bastardy :
And, after all this fearfol homage done,
OiTe tiiee thy hire, and send thy sonl to hell,
Peroicions bloodsncker of sleepuig men 1
B^f. Tboa Shalt be waking while I shed thy
blood,
If from this presence then dar'st go with me.

War. Awav even now, or I will drag thee hence:
Unworthy thongh then art, I'll cope with thee,
And do some serrice to Dake Humphrey's ghost.
\Extunt SoTFOLK and Warwick.
K J3en.WhatBtronger breastplate than a heart
nntaiutcd I
Thrice is he arm'd thai hath bis qnarrel just ;
And he but naked, though look'd np in steel,
Whose conscience with injostioe is oormpted.
[^ noUe within,
Q. Mar What noise is this?

Rt-enUr Sutfolk oiuf Wabwick, vnih their
weapom drawn,

K. Ben, Why, how now, lords f yonr wrath-
ful weapons drawn
Here in onr presence ? dare yon be so bold ? —
Wby, what tnmnltaoas damoar haTc we here?
A/. The traitorous Warwick, with the men of
Bary,
Set all upon me, mighty sovereign.

Noiie of a crowd within. He-enter Salisbuby.

8aL Sirs, stand apart; the ling shall know
yonr miod. — [SpeaJnng to those within.
Dread lord, the commons send yon word by me,
IJDless Lord Suffolk straight be doue to death,
Or banished fair England's territories.
They will by violence tear him from yonr palace,
And torture him with grievous lingering death.
They say, by him the good Duke Humphrey died ;
They say, in him they fear your highness' death.
And mere instinct of love, and loyalty, —
Free from a stubborn opposite intent,
As being thought to contradict your Uking, —
Hnkes Uiem thus forward in his banishment.
They say, in care of your most royal person,
That, if your highness should intend to sleep.
And charge that no man should disturb vour rest.
In pain of yonr dislike, or pain of death ;
Tet, notwithstanding such a strait edict,
Were there a serpent seen, with forked tongue.
That slily glided towards your majesty,
It were bat necessary you were wak'd ;
Lest, being soifer'd in tbat harmful slumber.
The mortal worm might make the sleep eternal :
And therefore do they cry, though you forbid.
That they will guard you whe'r you will or no.
From such fell serpents as false Suffolk is;
With whose envenomed and fatal sting.
Tour loving ancle, twenty times his worth.
They say, is shamefully bereft of life.

Oommone, [Within.] An answer from the
king, my Lord of Salisburv.

B^/. Tis like, the commons, rode anpoUsh'd
binds,
Ooold send such message to thebr sovereign .
Bat TOO, my lord, were glad to be employ 'd.
To show how quaint an orator you are :
Bot all the honour Salisbury bath won,
Is, that he was the lord ambassador,
Bcoit from a sort of tinkers to the king.

Commons. [Within.'j An answer from tiie
king, or we wiU all break in.



VL— PABT IL 495

K, Een. Go, Salisbury, and tell them all from
me,
I thank them for their tender loving care ;
And had I not been 'cited so by them,
Tet did I pnrpose as they do entreat ;
For sure, my thoughts do hourly prophesy
Mischance unto my state by Suffolk's means.
And therefore, by His majesty I swear,
Whose far unworthy deputy I am.
He shall not breathe infection in this ok
But three days longer, on the pain of death.

{Exit Sal.

Q. Mar. Henry, -let me plead for gentle
Saffolkt

K, Hen, Ungentle queen, to call him gentle
Suffolk.
No more, I say ; if thou dost plead for him
Thou wilt but add increase unto my wrath.
Had I but said, I would have kept my word ;
But when I swear, it is irrevocable :
If, after three days' space, thou here be'st found



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