K. Henry. Lords, take your places: and I pray you Proceed no traiter 'gainst our uncle Glo'iter, Than from true evidence of good esteem He be approv'd in practice culpable. Eall,) 2. Mar. God forbid any malice thould prevail, That faultlefs may condemn a Nobleman! Pray God he may acquit him of fufpicion! K. Henry, I thank thee. Well, these words content me much pad along Enter Suffolk. How now? why look it thou pale? why trembleft thou?. Where is our uncle ?what is the matter, 'Suffolk?" Suff. Dead in his bed, my Lord; Glo'ster is dead. 2. Mar. Marry, God forefend! Car. God's fecret judgement: I did dream to-night, The Duke was dumb, and could not speak a word. [King fwoons. 2. Mar. How fares my Lord ? help, Lords, the King is dead. Som. Rear up his body, wring him by the nose. 2. Mar. Run, go, help, help! oh, Henry, ope thine eyes. Suff. He doth revive again; Madam, be patient. 2. Mar. How fares my gracious Lord ? Suff. Comfort, my Sovereign; gracious Henry, com fort. [me? K. Henry. What, doth my Lord of Suffolk comfort Came he right now to fing a raven's note, Whose dismal tune bereft my vital pow'rs; And thinks he, that the chirping of a wren, By crying comfort from a hollow breaft, V Can chafe away the firft-conceived found t Hide not thy poison with such fugar'd words; Lay not thy hands on me; forbear, Í fay; Their touch affrights me as a ferpent's fting. Thou baleful mellenger, out of my fight! Upon thy eye-balls murd'rous tyranny Sits in grim majefty to fright the world. Look not upon me, for thine eyes are wounding!wa Yet 2 Yet do not go away; come, bafilifk, 2. Mar. Why do you rate my Lord of Suffolk thus? Although the Duke was enemy to him, Yet he, moft Christian-like, laments his death. Might liquid tears, or heart-offending groans, I would be blind with weeping, fick with groans, What know I how the world may deem of me ? A So fhall my name with Slander's tongue be wounded, K. Henry. Ah, woe is me for Glo'fter, wretched man! What, art thou like the adder waxen deaf? And make my image but an alehouse-sign. And twice by adverfe winds from England's bank,{{ What boded this? but well-forewarning winds Nor fet no footing on this unkind fhore. Yet plus would not be a murtherer, But left that hateful office unto thee *. The fpilting rocks cow'r'd in the finking fands, As far as I could ken the chalky cliffs, (A heart it was, bound in with diamonds), His father's acts, commence'd in burning Troy? Am I not witch'd like her? art thou not falfe like him?" Ah me, I can no more: die, Margaret! For Henry weeps that thou doft live fo long. Noife within. Enter Warwick, Salisbury, and many Commons. War. It is reported, mighty Sovereign, That good Duke Humphry traiteroufly is murther'd office unto thee. The pretty vaulting fea refus'd to drown me; Knowing that thou wouldst have me drown'd on fhore With tears as falt as fea, through thy unkindness, The splitting rocks, &c. VOL V. G K. Henry. K. Henry. That he is dead, good Warwick, 'tis too But how he died, God knows, not Henry: [true Enter his chamber, view his breathlefs corpfe, And comment then upon his fudden death. War. That I fhall do, my Liege: ftay, Salisbury With the rude multitude, till I return. [Warwick goes ina K. Henry. O thou that judgeft all things, itay, my thoughts; My thoughts that labour to perfuade my foul, esti A [Bed with Gloucester's body put forth. And to furvey his dead and earthy image, What were it but to make my forrow greater? War. Come hither, gracious Sovereign, view this body. K. Henry. That is to fee how deep my grave is made: For with his foul fled all my worldly folace; For feeing him, I fee my life in death. War. As furely as my foul 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. Suff. A dreadful oath, fworn with a folemn tongue! Of athy femblance, meagre, pale, and bloodlefs, Which with the heart there cools, and ne'er returneth But But fee, his face is black, and full of blood; Suff. Why, Warwick, who fhould do the Duke to Myfelf and Beaufort had him in protection; [death? And we, I hope, Sirs, are no murtherers. War. But both of you had vow'd Duke Humphry's death, And you, forfooth, had the good Duke to keep: 'Tis like you would not feaft him like a friend, And 'tis well seen he found an enemy. Q. Mar. Then you, belike, suspect these Noblemen, As guilty of Duke Humphry's timeless death. War. Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh," And fees faft by a butcher with an ax, But will fufpect 'twas he that made the flaughter? 2 Mar. Are you the butcher, Suffolk? where's your knife? Is Beaufort term'd a kite? where are his talons ? War. What dares not Warwick, if falfe Suffolk dare him? 2. Mar. He dares not calm his contumelious spirit, Nor ceafe to be an arrogant controller, Though Suffolk dare him twenty thousand times. G 2 War. |