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(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 ;
Suf. But, in my mind, that were no policy :
York. So that, by this, you would not have him die.
York. 'Tis York that hath more reason for his death.But, my lord cardinal, and you, my lord of Suffolk,Say as you think, and speak it from your souls, Wer't not all one, an empty eagle were set To guard the chicken from a hungry kite, As place duke Humphrey for the king's protector?
Q. Mar. So the poor chicken should be sure of death.
Suf. Madam, 'tis true: And wer't not madness then, To make the fox surveyor of the fold ? Who being accused a crafty murderer, His guilt should be but idly posted over, . Because his purpose is not executed. No; let him die, in that he is a fox, By nature prov'd an enemy to the flock, Before his chaps be stain'd with crimson blood; As Humphrey, prov'd by reasons, to my liege. And do not stand on quillets, how to slay him : Be it by gins, by snares, by subtilty, Sleeping, or waking, 'tis no matter how,
So he be dead; for that is good deceit
Q. Mar. Thrice-noble Suffolk, 'tis resolutely spoke.
Suf. Not resolute, except so much were done ;
Car. But I would have him dead, my lord of Suffolk,
Suf. Here is my hand, the deed is worthy doing.
York. And I; and now we three have spoke it,
Enter a Messenger. Mess. Great lords, from Ireland am I come amain, To signify—that rebels there are up, And put the Englishmen unto the sword: Send succours, lords, and stop the rage betime, Before the wound do grow incurable; For, being green, there is great hope of help.
Car. A breach, that craves a quick expedient stop ! What counsel give you in this weighty cause?
York. That Somerset be sent as regent thither : 'Tis meet, that lucky ruler be employ'd; Witness the fortune he hath had in France.
Som. If York, with all his far-fet policy,
Had been the regent there instead of me,
York. No, not to lose it all, as thou hast done:
Q. Mar. Nay then, this spark will prove a raging fire,
take all !
Car My lord of York, try what your fortune is.
York. I will, my lord, so please his majesty.
Suf. Why, our authority is his consent;
York. I am content: Provide me soldiers, lords,
Suf. A charge, lord York, that I will see perform’d. But now return we to the false duke Humphrey.
Car. No more of him ; for I will deal with him, That, henceforth, he shall trouble us no more.
And so break off; the day is almost spent:
York. My lord of Suffolk, within fourteen days,
[Exeunt all but York.
thought; And not a thought, but thinks on dignity. My brain, more busy than the labouring spider, Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies. Well, nobles, well, 'tis politickly done, To send me packing with an host of men: I fear me, you but warm the starved snake, Who, cherish'd in your breasts, will sting your hearts: 'Twas men I lack’d, and you will give them me: I take it kindly; yet, be well assur'd You put sharp weapons in a madman's hands. Whiles I in Ireland nourish a mighty band, I will stir up in England some black storm, Shall blow ten thousand souls to heaven, or hell: And this fell tempest shall not cease to rage Until the golden circuit on my head, Like to the glorious sun's transparent beams, Do calm the fury of this mad-bred flaw.
And, for a minister of my intent,