To have thee with thy lips to ftop my mouth: To die by thee, were but to die in jeft; Q. Mar. Away; though parting be a fretful corrofive, It is applied to a deathful wound. To France, fweet Suffolk; let me hear from thee: Suf. I go. Q. Mar. And take my heart with thee. Even as a splitted bark, fo funder we; Q. Mar. This way for me. [Exeunt feverally. SCENE the Cardinal's Bedchamber. Enter King Henry, Salisbury, and Warwick, to the Cardinal in bed. K. Henry.TOW fares my Lord? fpeak, Beauford, to thy Sovereign. How Car. If thou beeft death, I'll give thee England's treasure, Enough to purchase fuch another island, So thou wilt let me live, and feel no pain. K. Henry. Ah, what a fign it is of evil life, War. Beauford, it is thy Sovereign fpeaks to thee.. Like lime-twigs fet to catch my winged foul: K. Henry, Peace to his foul, if God's good pleasure be! [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE, the Coast of Kent. Alarum. Fight at fea. Ordnance goes off. Enter Captain, Whitmore, and other Pirates, with Suffolk and other prisoners. T CAPTAIN. HE gaudy, babbling, and remorseful day And now loud howling wolves aroufe the jades, Here Here shall they make their ran fom on the fand; And thou, that art his mate, make boot of this: 1 Gent. What is my raníom, mafter, let me know. Maft. A thoufand crowns, or elfe lay down your head. Mate. And fo much shall you give, or off goes yours. Whit.What, think you much to pay two thoufand crowns, And bear the name and port of gentlemen? Cut both the villains throats, for die you fhall: 1 Gent. I'll give it, Sir, and therefore spare my life. 2 Gent. And fo will I, and write home for it ftraight. Whit. I loft mine eye in laying the prize aboard, And therefore, to revenge it, fhalt thou die; [To Suffolk. And fo fhould these, if I might have my will. Cap. Be not fo rash, take ransome, let him live. Suf. Look on my George, I am a gentleman; Rate me at what thou wilt, thou fhalt be paid Whit. And fo am I; my name is Walter Whitmore. How now? why start'ft thou? what, doth death affright? Suf. Thy name affrights me, in whofe found is death. A cunning man did calculate my birth, And told me that by water I should die : Whit. Gualtier or Walter, which it is, I care not; Whit. The Duke of Suffolk muffled up in rags ? Suf. Ay, but thefe rags are no part of the Duke. Jove fometimes went difguis'd, and why not I? Cap. But Jove was never flain, as thou fhalt be. Suf. Suf. Obfcure and lowly fwain, King Henry's blood, The honourable blood of Lancaster, Muft not be shed by fuch a jaded groom: Haft thou not kifs'd thy hand, and held my flirrop? And thought thee happy when I fhook my head? Fed from my trencher, kneel'd down at the board, Suf. Thou dar'ft not for thy own. Ay, kennel-puddlefink, whofe filth and dirt For fwallowing up the treasure of the realm. Thy lips, that kifs'd the Queen, fhall fweep the ground; Who in contempt fhall hifs at thee again. Hath Hath flain their Governors, furpriz'd our forts, And now the house of York (thruft from the crown) Burns with revenging fire; whofe hopeful colours Suf. O, that I were a god, to fhoot forth thunde" Upon these paultry, fervile, abject drudges! Small things make bafe men proud. This villain here Being Captain of a pinnace, threatens more Than Bargulus the ftrong Illyrian pirate. (14) Drones fuck not eagles blood, but rob bee-hives. It is impoffible that I should die By fuch a lowly vaffal as thyself. Thy words move rage, and not remorse, in me: go of meffage from the Queen to France; I I charge thee waft me fafely cross the channel. Whit. Come, Suffolk, I must waft thee to thy death. Suf. Pana gelidus timor occupat artus: it's thee I fear. (15) Whit. Thou fhalt have cause to fear, before I leave thee. What, are ye daunted now? now will ye ftoop? 1 Gent. My gracious Lord, intreat him; speak him fair. (14) Than Bargulus the ftrong Illyrian pirate.] The old 4to reads, than mighty Abradas the great Macedonian pirate. Neither of these wights have I been able to trace, or difcover from what legend our author deriv'd his acquaintance with them. (15) Pine gelidus timor occupat artus.] Thus the 1ft folio impreffion. Whence the poet glean'd this Hemiftich, I do not know. 'Tis certain, the firft word is corrupted. I believe, I have reftor'd it, as it ought to be. Suffolk would fay, the fear of that punishment, that revenge, they were about to take upon him, put his limbs into a cold trembling. Suf |