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My thoughts, that labour to persuade my soul,
The folding Doors of an inner Chamber are thrown open,
and Gloster is discovered dead in his Bed: WARWICK and Others standing by it. War. Come hither, gracious sovereign, view this body.
K. Hen. That is to see how deep my grave is made:
War. As surely as my soul intends to live
Suf. A dreadful oath, sworn with a solemn tongue ! What instance gives lord Warwick for his vow?
War. See, how the blood is settled in his face !
Attracts the same for aidance 'gainst the enemy
Suf. Why, Warwick, who should do the duke to death?
foes; And you, forsooth, had the good duke to keep : 'Tis like, you would not feast him like a friend; And 'tis well seen he found an enemy.
Q. Mar. Then you, belike, suspect these noblemen As guilty of duke Humphrey's timeless death.
War. Who finds the heifer dead, and bleeding fresh, And sees fast by a butcher with an axe, But will suspect, 'twas he that made the slaughter? Who finds the partridge in the puttock’s nest, But may imagine how the bird was dead, Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak? Even so suspicious is this tragedy.
Q. Mar. Are you the butcher, Suffolk; where's your
Suf. I wear no knife, to slaughter sleeping men;
[Exeunt Cardinal, Som. and Others. War. What dares not Warwick, if false Suffolk dare
him? Q. Mar. He dares not calm his contumelious spirit, Nor cease to be an arrogant controller, Though Suffolk dare him twenty thousand times.
War. Madam, be still; with reverence may I say;
Suf. Blunt-witted lord, ignoble in demeanour!
War. But that the guilt of murder bucklers thee,
And, after all this fearful homage done,
Suf. Thou shalt be waking, while I shed thy blood, If from this presence thou dar’st go with me.
War. Away even now, or I will drag thee hence:
[Exeunt Suffolk and WARWIOK. K. Hen. What stronger breast-plate than a heart un
[A noise within Q. Mar. What noise is this?
Re-enter Suffolk and WARWICK, with their Weapons
drawn. K. Hen. Why, how now, lords ? your wrathful wea
pons drawn Here in our presence? dare you be so bold? Why, what tumultuous clamour have we here?
Suf. The traitorous Warwick, with the men of Bury, Set all upon me, mighty sovereign.
Noise of a Crowd within. Re-enter SALISBURY. Sal. Sirs, stand apart; the king shall know your mind.
[Speaking to those within. Dread lord, the commons send you word by me, Unless false Suffolk straight be done to death, Or banished fair England's territories,
They will by violence tear him from your palace And torture him with grievous ling’ring 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 liking, Makes them 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 your rest, In pain of your dislike, or pain of death; Yet notwithstanding such a strait edict, Were there a serpent seen, with forked tongue, That slily glided towards your majesty, It were but necessary, you were wak’d; Lest, being suffer'd in that 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, Your loving uncle, twenty times his worth, They say, is shamefully bereft of life. Commons. [Within.] An answer from the king, my
lord of Salisbury. Suf. 'Tis like, the commons, rude unpolish'd hinds, Could send such message to their sovereign: But you, my lord, were glad to be employ’d, To show how quaint an orator you are: But all the honour Salisbury hath won,