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: For, with his soul, fled all my worldly solace; For seeing him, I see my life in death. War. As surely as my soul 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. 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! Oft have I seen a timely-parted ghost, Of ashy semblance, meager, pale, and bloodless, Being all descended to the labouring heart; Who, in the conflict that it holds with death, Attracts the same for aidance 'gainst the enemy Which with the heart there cools, and ne'er returneth But, see, his face is black, and full of blood; His hair uprear'd, his nostrils stretch'd with struggling; It cannot be, but he was murder'd here; The least of all these signs were probable. Suf. Why, Warwick, who should do the duke to death? Myself, and Beaufort, had him in protection; And we, I hope, sir, are no murderers. War. But both of you were vow'd duke Humphrey's 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? 3 Q. Mar. Are you the butcher, Suffolk; where's your knife? Is Beaufort term'd a kite? where are his talons? [Exeunt Cardinal, Soм. 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; For every word, you speak in his behalf, Is slander to your royal dignity. Suf. Blunt-witted lord, ignoble in demeanour ! Thy mother took into her blameful bed Was graft with crab-tree slip; whose fruit thou art, War. But that the guilt of murder bucklers thee, And, after all this fearful homage done, Give thee thy hire, and send thy soul to hell, 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 WARWICK. K. Hen. What stronger breast-plate than a heart un tainted? Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just; Q. Mar. What noise is this? [A noise within. Re-enter SUFFOLK and WARWICK, with their Weapons drawn. K. Hen. Why, how now, lords? your wrathful weapons 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. mind. Noise of a Crowd within. Re-enter SALISBURY. Sal. Sirs, stand apart; the king shall know your [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 As being thought to contradict your liking,— 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, |