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A Room in the Palace.
Enter certain Vurderers, hastily. . 1 Mur. Run to my lord of Suffolk; let him know, We have despatch'd the duke, as he commanded.
2 Mur. O, that it were to do!-What have we done? Didst ever here a man so penitent?
Enter SUFFOLK. i Mur. Here comes my lord.
Suf. Now, sirs, have you Despatch'd this thing?
1 Mur. Ay, my good lord, he's dead.
Suf. Why, that's well said. Go, get you to my house; I will reward you for this venturous deed. The king and all the peers are here at hand:Have you laid fair the bed? are all things well, According as I gave directions ?
i Mur. Tis, my good lord. Suf. Away, be gone!
Enter King HENRY, Queen MARGARET, Cardinal Beau
FORT, SOMERSET, Lords, and Others. K. Hen. Go, call our uncle to our presence straight: Say, we intend to try his grace to-day, If he be guilty, as ’tis published.
Suf. I'll call him presently, my noble lord. [Erit.
K. Hen. Lords, take your places;-And, I pray you all, Froceed no straiter 'gainst our uncle Gloster,
Than from true evidence, of good esteem,
Q. Mar. God forbid any malice should prevail,
tent me much.
Suf. Dead in his bed, my lord; Gloster is dead.
Car. God's secret judgment:—I did dream to-night, The duke was dumb, and could not speak a word.
[The King swoons. Q. Mar. How fares my lord ?-Help, lords ! the king
is dead. Som. Rear up his body; wring him by the nose. Q. Mar. Run, go, help, help!-0, Henry, ope thine
eyes ! Suf. He doth revive again ;-Madam, be patient. K. Hen. O heavenly God! Q. Mar. How fares my gracious lord ? Suf. Comfort, my sovereign! gracious Henry, comfort!
K. Hen. What, doth my lord of Suffolk comfort me? Came 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 hollow breast, Can chase away the first-conceived sound? Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words.
Lay not thy hands on me; forbear, I say;
Q. Mar. Why do you rate my lord of Suffolk thus ?
K. Hen. Ah, woe is me for Gloster, wretched man!
Q. Mar. Be woe for me, more wretched than he is. What, dost thou turn away, and hide thy face? I am no loathsome leper, look on me. What, art thou, like the adder, waxen deaf? Be poisonous too, and kill thy forlorn queen.
Is all thy comfort shut in Gloster's tomb? Why, then dame Margaret was ne'er thy joy: Erect his statue, then, and worship it, And make my image but an alehouse sign. Was I, for this, nigh wreck’d upon the sea; And twice by aukward wind from England's bank Drove back again unto my native clime? What boded this, but well-forewarning wind Did seem to say,-Seek not a scorpion's nest, Nor set no footing on this unkind shore? What did I then, but curs’d the gentle gusts, And he that loos’d them from their brazen caves; And bid them blow towards England's blessed shore, Or turn our stern upon a dreadful rock? Yet Æolus would not be a murderer, But left that hateful office unto thee: The pretty vaulting sea refus’d to drown me; . Knowing, that thou would'st have me drown'd on shore, With tears as salt as sea through thy unkindness: The splitting rocks cow'rd in the sinking sands, And would not dash me with their ragged sides; Because thy flinty heart, more hard than they, Might in thy palace perish Margaret. As far as I could ken thy chalky cliffs, When from the shore the tempest beat us back, I stood upon the hatches in the storm: And when the dusky sky began to rob My earnest-gaping sight of thy land's view, I took a costly jewel from my neck,A heart it was, bound in with diamonds, And threw it towards thy land;—the sea receiv'd it; And so, I wish'd, thy body might my heart :
And even with this, I lost fair England's view,
Noise within. Enter WARWICK and SALISBURY. The
Commons press to the door,
K. Hen. That he is dead, good Warwick, 'tis too true:
War. That I shall do, my liege:-Stay, Salisbury, With the rude multitude, till I return.
[WARWICK goes into an inner Room, and SĄLIS