The Second Part of Henry the Sixth

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Dramatis Personae KING HENRY the Sixth HUMPHREY, Duke of Gloucester, his uncle. CARDINAL BEAUFORT, Bishop of Winchester, great-uncle to the King. RICHARD PLANTAGENET, Duke of York. EDWARD RICHARD his sons DUKE OF SOMERSET DUKE OF SUFFOLK DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM LORD CLIFFORD YOUNG CLIFFORD, his son. EARL OF SALISBURY EARL OF WARWICK LORD SCALES LORD SAY SIR HUMPHREY STAFFORD WILLIAM STAFFORD, Sir Humphrey Stafford's brother. SIR JOHN STANLEY VAUX MATTHEW GOFFE A Sea-captain, Master, and Master's-Mate. WALTER WHITMORE Two Gentlemen, prisoners with Suffolk. JOHN HUME JOHN SOUTHWELL priests. BOLINGBROKE, a conjurer. THOMAS HORNER, an armourer. PETER, Thomas Horner's man. Clerk of Chatham. Mayor of Saint Alban's. SIMPCOX, an impostor. ALEXANDER IDEN, a Kentish gentleman. JACK CADE, a rebel. GEORGE BEVIS JOHN HOLLAND DICK the butcher SMITH the weaver MICHAEL &c. followers of Cade. Two Murderers QUEEN MARGARET, Queen to King Henry. ELEANOR, Duchess of Gloucester. MARGARET JOURDAIN, a witch. Wife to Simpcox Lords, Ladies, and Attendants. Petitioners, Aldermen, a Herald, a Beadle, Sheriff, and Officers, Citizens, 'Prentices, Falconers, Guards, Soldiers, Messengers, &c. A Spirit. SCENE England. 2 KING HENRY VI ACT I SCENE I. London. The palace. Flourish of trumpets: then hautboys. Enter KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER, SALISBURY, WARWICK, and CARDINAL, on the one side; QUEEN MARGARET, SUFFOLK, YORK, SOMERSET, and BUCKINGHAM, on the other SUFFOLK As by your high imperial majesty I had in charge at my depart for France, As procurator to your excellence, To marry Princess Margaret for your grace, So, in the famous ancient city, Tours, In presence of the Kings of France and Sicil, The Dukes of Orleans, Calaber, Bretagne and Alencon, Seven earls, twelve barons and twenty reverend bishops, I have perform'd my task and was espoused: And humbly now upon my bended knee, In sight of England and her lordly peers, Deliver up my title in the queen To your most gracious hands, that are the substance Of that great shadow I did represent; The happiest gift that ever marquess gave, The fairest queen that ever king received. KING HENRY VI Suffolk, arise. Welcome, Queen Margaret: I can express no kinder sign of love Than this kind kiss. O Lord, that lends me life, Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness! For thou hast given me in this beauteous face A world of earthly blessings to my soul, If sympathy of love unite our thoughts. QUEEN MARGARET Great King of England and my gracious lord, The mutual conference that my mind hath had, By day, by night, waking and in my dreams, In courtly company or at my beads, With you, mine alder-liefest sovereign, Makes me the bolder to salute my king With ruder terms, such as my wit affords And over-joy of heart doth minister. KING HENRY VI Her sight did ravish; but her grace in speech, Her words y-clad with wisdom's majesty, Makes me from wondering fall to weeping joys; Such is the fulness of my heart's content. Lords, with one cheerful voice welcome my love. ALL Kneeling Long live Queen Margaret, England's happiness! QUEEN MARGARET We thank you all. Flourish SUFFOLK My lord protector, so it please your grace, Here are the articles of contracted peace Between our sovereign and the French king Charles, For eighteen months concluded by consent. GLOUCESTER Reads 'Imprimis, it is agreed between the French king Charles, and William de la Pole, Marquess of Suffolk, ambassador for Henry King of England, that the said Henry shall espouse the Lady Margaret, daughter unto Reignier King of Naples, Sicilia and Jerusalem, and crown her Queen of England ere the thirtieth of May next ensuing. Item, that the duchy of Anjou and the county of Maine shall be released and delivered to the king her father'-- Lets the paper fall KING HENRY VI Uncle, how now! GLOUCESTER Pardon me, gracious lord; Some sudden qualm hath struck me at the heart And dimm'd mine eyes, that I can read no further. KING HENRY VI Uncle of Winchester, I pray, read on. CARDINAL Reads 'Item, It is further agreed between them, that the duchies of Anjou and Maine shall be released and delivered over to the king her father, and she sent over of the King of England's own proper cost and charges, without having any dowry.' KING HENRY VI They please us well. Lord marquess, kneel down: We here create thee the first duke of Suffolk, And gird thee with the sword. Cousin of York, We here discharge your grace from being regent I' the parts of France, till term of eighteen months Be full expired. Thanks, uncle Winchester, Gloucester, York, Buckingham, Somerset, Salisbury, and Warwick; We thank you all for the great favour done, In entertainment to my princely queen. Come, let us in, and with all speed provide To see her coronation be perform'd. Exeunt KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, and SUFFOLK GLOUCESTER Brave peers of England, pillars of the state, To you Duke Humphrey must unload his grief, Your grief, the common grief of all the land. What! did my brother Henry spend his youth, His valour, coin and people, in the wars? Did he so often lodge in open field, In winter's cold and summer's parching heat, To conquer France, his true inheritance? And did my brother Bedford toil his wits, To keep by policy what Henry got? Have you yourselves, Somerset, Buckingham, Brave York, Salisbury, and victorious Warwick, Received deep scars in France and Normandy? Or hath mine uncle Beaufort and myself, With all the learned council of the realm, Studied so long, sat in the council-house Early and late, debating to and fro How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe, And had his highness in his infancy Crowned in Paris in despite of foes? And shall these labours and these honours die? Shall Henry's conquest, Bedford's vigilance, Your deeds of war and all our counsel die? O peers of England, shameful is this league! Fatal this marriage, cancelling your fame, Blotting your names from books of memory, Razing the characters of your renown, Defacing monuments of conquer'd France, Undoing all, as all had never been! CARDINAL Nephew, what means this passionate discourse, This peroration with such circumstance? For France, 'tis ours; and we will keep it still. GLOUCESTER Ay, uncle, we will keep it, if we can; But now it is impossible we should: Suffolk, the new-made duke that rules the roast, Hath given the duchy of Anjou and Maine Unto the poor King Reignier, whose large style Agrees not with the leanness of his purse. SALISBURY Now, by the death of Him that died for all, These counties were the keys of Normandy. But wherefore weeps Warwick, my valiant son? WARWICK For grief that they are past recovery: For, were there hope to conquer them again, My sword should shed hot blood, mine eyes no tears. Anjou and Maine! myself did win them both; Those provinces these arms of mine did conquer: And are the cities, that I got with wounds, Delivered up again with peaceful words? Mort Dieu! YORK For Suffolk's duke, may he be suffocate, That dims the honour of this warlike isle! France should have torn and rent my very heart, Before I would have yielded to this league. I never read but England's kings have had Large sums of gold and dowries with their wives: And our King Henry gives away his own, To match with her that brings no vantages. GLOUCESTER A proper jest, and never heard before, That Suffolk should demand a whole fifteenth For costs and charges in transporting her! She should have stayed in France and starved in France, Before-- CARDINAL My Lord of Gloucester, now ye grow too hot: It was the pleasure of my lord the King. GLOUCESTER My Lord of Winchester, I know your mind; 'Tis not my speeches that you do mislike, But 'tis my presence that doth trouble ye. Rancour will out: proud prelate, in thy face I see thy fury: if I longer stay, We shall begin our ancient bickerings. Lordings, farewell; and say, when I am gone, I prophesied France will be lost ere long. Exit CARDINAL So, there goes our protector in a rage. 'Tis known to you he is mine enemy, Nay, more, an enemy unto you all, And no great friend, I fear me, to the king. Consider, lords, he is the next of blood, And heir apparent to the English crown: Had Henry got an empire by his marriage, And all the wealthy kingdoms of the west, There's reason he should be displeased at it. Look to it, lords! let not his smoothing words Bewitch your hearts; be wise and circumspect. What though the common people favour him, Calling him 'Humphrey, the good Duke of Gloucester,' Clapping their hands, and crying with loud voice, 'Jesu maintain your royal excellence!' With 'God preserve the good Duke Humphrey!' I fear me, lords, for all this flattering gloss, He will be found a dangerous protector. BUCKINGHAM Why should he, then, protect our sovereign, He being of age to govern of himself? Cousin of Somerset, join you with me, And all together, with the Duke of Suffolk, We'll quickly hoise Duke Humphrey from his seat. CARDINAL This weighty business will not brook delay: I'll to the Duke of Suffolk presently. Exit SOMERSET Cousin of Buckingham, though Humphrey's pride And greatness of his place be grief to us, Yet let us watch the haughty cardinal: His insolence is more intolerable Than all the princes in the land beside: If Gloucester be displaced, he'll be protector. BUCKINGHAM Or thou or I, Somerset, will be protector, Despite Duke Humphrey or the cardinal. Exeunt BUCKINGHAM and SOMERSET SALISBURY Pride went before, ambition follows him. While these do labour for their own preferment, Behoves it us to labour for the realm. I never saw but Humphrey Duke of Gloucester Did bear him like a noble gentleman. Oft have I seen the haughty cardinal, More like a soldier than a man o' the church, As stout and proud as he were lord of all, Swear like a ruffian and demean himself Unlike the ruler of a commonweal. Warwick, my son, the comfort of my age, Thy deeds, thy plainness and thy housekeeping, Hath won the greatest favour of the commons, Excepting none but good Duke Humphrey: And, brother York, thy acts in Ireland, In bringing them to civil discipline, Thy late exploits done in the heart of France, When thou wert regent for our sovereign, Have made thee fear'd and honour'd of the people: Join we together, for the public good, In what we can, to bridle and suppress The pride of Suffolk and the cardinal, With Somerset's and Buckingham's ambition; And, as we may, cherish Duke Humphrey's deeds, While they do tend the profit of the land. WARWICK So God help Warwick, as he loves the land, And common profit of his country! YORK Aside And so says York, for he hath greatest cause. SALISBURY Then let's make haste away, and look unto the main. WARWICK Unto the main! O father, Maine is lost; That Maine which by main force Warwick did win, And would have kept so long as breath did last! Main chance, father, you meant; but I meant Maine, Which I will win from France, or else be slain, Exeunt WARWICK and SALISBURY YORK Anjou and Maine are given to the French; Paris is lost; the state of Normandy Stands on a tickle point, now they are gone: Suffolk concluded on the articles, The peers agreed, and Henry was well pleased To change two dukedoms for a duke's fair daughter. I cannot blame them all: what is't to them? 'Tis thine they give away, and not their own. Pirates may make cheap pennyworths of their pillage And purchase friends and give to courtezans, Still revelling like lords till all be gone; While as the silly owner of the goods Weeps over them and wrings his hapless hands And shakes his head and trembling stands aloof, While all is shared and all is borne away, Ready to starve and dare not touch his own: So York must sit and fret and bite his tongue, While his own lands are bargain'd for and sold. Methinks the realms of England, France and Ireland Bear that proportion to my flesh and blood As did the fatal brand Althaea burn'd Unto the prince's heart of Calydon. Anjou and Maine both given unto the French! Cold news for me, for I had hope of France, Even as I have of fertile England's soil. A day will come when York shall claim his own; And therefore I will take the Nevils' parts And make a show of love to proud Duke Humphrey, And, when I spy advantage, claim the crown, For that's the golden mark I seek to hit: Nor shall proud Lancaster usurp my right, Nor hold the sceptre in his childish fist, Nor wear the diadem upon his head, Whose church-like humours fits not for a crown. Then, York, be still awhile, till time do serve: Watch thou and wake when others be asleep, To pry into the secrets of the state; Till Henry, surfeiting in joys of love, With his new bride and England's dear-bought queen, And Humphrey with the peers be fall'n at jars: Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose, With whose sweet smell the air shall be perfumed; And in my standard bear the arms of York To grapple with the house of Lancaster; And, force perforce, I'll make him yield the crown, Whose bookish rule hath pull'd fair England down. Exit SCENE II. GLOUCESTER'S house. Enter GLOUCESTER and his DUCHESS DUCHESS Why droops my lord, like over-ripen'd corn, Hanging the head at Ceres' plenteous load? Why doth the great Duke Humphrey knit his brows, As frowning at the favours of the world? Why are thine eyes fixed to the sullen earth, Gazing on that which seems to dim thy sight? What seest thou there? King Henry's diadem, Enchased with all the honours of the world? If so, gaze on, and grovel on thy face, Until thy head be circled with the same. Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold. What, is't too short? I'll lengthen it with mine: And, having both together heaved it up, We'll both together lift our heads to heaven, And never more abase our sight so low As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground. GLOUCESTER O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost love thy lord, Banish the canker of ambitious thoughts. And may that thought, when I imagine ill Against my king and nephew, virtuous Henry, Be my last breathing in this mortal world! My troublous dream this night doth make me sad. DUCHESS What dream'd my lord? tell me, and I'll requite it With sweet rehearsal of my morning's dream. GLOUCESTER Methought this staff, mine office-badge in court, Was broke in twain; by whom I have forgot, But, as I think, it was by the cardinal; And on the pieces of the broken wand Were placed the heads of Edmund Duke of Somerset, And William de la Pole, first duke of Suffolk. This was my dream: what it doth bode, God knows. DUCHESS Tut, this was nothing but an argument That he that breaks a stick of Gloucester's grove Shall lose his head for his presumption. But list to me, my Humphrey, my sweet duke: Methought I sat in seat of majesty In the cathedral church of Westminster, And in that chair where kings and queens are crown'd; Where Henry and dame Margaret kneel'd to me And on my head did set the diadem. GLOUCESTER Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright: Presumptuous dame, ill-nurtured Eleanor, Art thou not second woman in the realm, And the protector's wife, beloved of him? Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command, Above the reach or compass of thy thought? And wilt thou still be hammering treachery, To tumble down thy husband and thyself From top of honour to disgrace's feet? Away from me, and let me hear no more! DUCHESS What, what, my lord! are you so choleric With Eleanor, for telling but her dream? Next time I'll keep my dreams unto myself, And not be cheque'd. GLOUCESTER Nay, be not angry; I am pleased again. Enter Messenger Messenger My lord protector, 'tis his highness' pleasure You do prepare to ride unto Saint Alban's, Where as the king and queen do mean to hawk. GLOUCESTER I go. Come, Nell, thou wilt ride with us? DUCHESS Yes, my good lord, I'll follow presently. Exeunt GLOUCESTER and Messenger Follow I must; I cannot go before, While Gloucester bears this base and humble mind. Were I a man, a duke, and next of blood, I would remove these tedious stumbling-blocks And smooth my way upon their headless necks; And, being a woman, I will not be slack To play my part in Fortune's pageant. Where are you there? Sir John! nay, fear not, man, We are alone; here's none but thee and I. Enter HUME HUME Jesus preserve your royal majesty! DUCHESS What say'st thou? majesty! I am but grace. HUME But, by the grace of God, and Hume's advice, Your grace's title shall be multiplied. DUCHESS What say'st thou, man? hast thou as yet conferr'd With Margery Jourdain, the cunning witch, With Roger Bolingbroke, the conjurer? And will they undertake to do me good? HUME This they have promised, to show your highness A spirit raised from depth of under-ground, That shall make answer to such questions As by your grace shall be propounded him. DUCHESS It is enough; I'll think upon the questions: When from St. Alban's we do make return, We'll see these things effected to the full. Here, Hume, take this reward; make merry, man, With thy confederates in this weighty cause. Exit HUME Hume must make merry with the duchess' gold; Marry, and shall. But how now, Sir John Hume! Seal up your lips, and give no words but mum: The business asketh silent secrecy. Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch: Gold cannot come amiss, were she a devil. Yet have I gold flies from another coast; I dare not say, from the rich cardinal And from the great and new-made Duke of Suffolk, Yet I do find it so; for to be plain, They, knowing Dame Eleanor's aspiring humour, Have hired me to undermine the duchess And buz these conjurations in her brain. They say 'A crafty knave does need no broker;' Yet am I Suffolk and the cardinal's broker. Hume, if you take not heed, you shall go near To call them both a pair of crafty knaves. Well, so it stands; and thus, I fear, at last Hume's knavery will be the duchess' wreck, And her attainture will be Humphrey's fall: Sort how it will, I shall have gold for all. Exit SCENE III. The palace. Enter three or four Petitioners, PETER, the Armourer's man, being one First Petitioner My masters, let's stand close: my lord protector will come this way by and by, and then we may deliver our supplications in the quill. Second Petitioner Marry, the Lord protect him, for he's a good man! Jesu bless him! Enter SUFFOLK and QUEEN MARGARET PETER Here a' comes, methinks, and the queen with him. I'll be the first, sure. Second Petitioner Come back, fool; this is the Duke of Suffolk, and not my lord protector. SUFFOLK How now, fellow! would'st anything with me? First Petitioner I pray, my lord, pardon me; I took ye for my lord protector. QUEEN MARGARET Reading 'To my Lord Protector!' Are your supplications to his lordship? Let me see them: what is thine? First Petitioner Mine is, an't please your grace, against John Goodman, my lord cardinal's man, for keeping my house, and lands, and wife and all, from me. SUFFOLK Thy wife, too! that's some wrong, indeed. What's yours? What's here! Reads 'Against the Duke of Suffolk, for enclosing the commons of Melford.' How now, sir knave! Second Petitioner Alas, sir, I am but a poor petitioner of our whole township. PETER Giving his petition Against my master, Thomas Horner, for saying that the Duke of York was rightful heir to the crown. QUEEN MARGARET What sayst thou? did the Duke of York say he was rightful heir to the crown? PETER That my master was? no, forsooth: my master said that he was, and that the king was an usurper. SUFFOLK Who is there? Enter Servant Take this fellow in, and send for his master with a pursuivant presently: we'll hear more of your matter before the King. Exit Servant with PETER QUEEN MARGARET And as for you, that love to be protected Under the wings of our protector's grace, Begin your suits anew, and sue to him. Tears the supplication Away, base cullions! Suffolk, let them go. ALL Come, let's be gone. Exeunt QUEEN MARGARET My Lord of Suffolk, say, is this the guise, Is this the fashion in the court of England? Is this the government of Britain's isle, And this the royalty of Albion's king? What shall King Henry be a pupil still Under the surly Gloucester's governance? Am I a queen in title and in style, And must be made a subject to a duke? I tell thee, Pole, when in the city Tours Thou ran'st a tilt in honour of my love And stolest away the ladies' hearts of France, I thought King Henry had resembled thee In courage, courtship and proportion: But all his mind is bent to holiness, To number Ave-Maries on his beads; His champions are the prophets and apostles, His weapons holy saws of sacred writ, His study is his tilt-yard, and his loves Are brazen images of canonized saints. I would the college of the cardinals Would choose him pope, and carry him to Rome, And set the triple crown upon his head: That were a state fit for his holiness. SUFFOLK Madam, be patient: as I was cause Your highness came to England, so will I In England work your grace's full content. QUEEN MARGARET Beside the haughty protector, have we Beaufort, The imperious churchman, Somerset, Buckingham, And grumbling York: and not the least of these But can do more in England than the king. SUFFOLK And he of these that can do most of all Cannot do more in England than the Nevils: Salisbury and Warwick are no simple peers. QUEEN MARGARET Not all these lords do vex me half so much As that proud dame, the lord protector's wife. She sweeps it through the court with troops of ladies, More like an empress than Duke Humphrey's wife: Strangers in court do take her for the queen: She bears a duke's revenues on her back, And in her heart she scorns our poverty: Shall I not live to be avenged on her? Contemptuous base-born callet as she is, She vaunted 'mongst her minions t'other day, The very train of her worst wearing gown Was better worth than all my father's lands, Till Suffolk gave two dukedoms for his daughter. SUFFOLK Madam, myself have limed a bush for her, And placed a quire of such enticing birds, That she will light to listen to the lays, And never mount to trouble you again. So, let her rest: and, madam, list to me; For I am bold to counsel you in this. Although we fancy not the cardinal, Yet must we join with him and with the lords, Till we have brought Duke Humphrey in disgrace. As for the Duke of York, this late complaint Will make but little for his benefit. So, one by one, we'll weed them all at last, And you yourself shall steer the happy helm. Sound a sennet. Enter KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER, CARDINAL, BUCKINGHAM, YORK, SOMERSET, SALISBURY, WARWICK, and the DUCHESS KING HENRY VI For my part, noble lords, I care not which; Or Somerset or York, all's one to me. YORK If York have ill demean'd himself in France, Then let him be denay'd the regentship. SOMERSET If Somerset be unworthy of the place, Let York be regent; I will yield to him. WARWICK Whether your grace be worthy, yea or no, Dispute not that: York is the worthier. CARDINAL Ambitious Warwick, let thy betters speak. WARWICK The cardinal's not my better in the field. BUCKINGHAM All in this presence are thy betters, Warwick. WARWICK Warwick may live to be the best of all. SALISBURY Peace, son! and show some reason, Buckingham, Why Somerset should be preferred in this. QUEEN MARGARET Because the king, forsooth, will have it so. GLOUCESTER Madam, the king is old enough himself To give his censure: these are no women's matters. QUEEN MARGARET If he be old enough, what needs your grace To be protector of his excellence? GLOUCESTER Madam, I am protector of the realm; And, at his pleasure, will resign my place. SUFFOLK Resign it then and leave thine insolence. Since thou wert king--as who is king but thou?-- The commonwealth hath daily run to wreck; The Dauphin hath prevail'd beyond the seas; And all the peers and nobles of the realm Have been as bondmen to thy sovereignty. CARDINAL The commons hast thou rack'd; the clergy's bags Are lank and lean with thy extortions. SOMERSET Thy sumptuous buildings and thy wife's attire Have cost a mass of public treasury. BUCKINGHAM Thy cruelty in execution Upon offenders, hath exceeded law, And left thee to the mercy of the law. QUEEN MARGARET They sale of offices and towns in France, If they were known, as the suspect is great, Would make thee quickly hop without thy head. Exit GLOUCESTER. QUEEN MARGARET drops her fan Give me my fan: what, minion! can ye not? She gives the DUCHESS a box on the ear I cry you mercy, madam; was it you? DUCHESS Was't I! yea, I it was, proud Frenchwoman: Could I come near your beauty with my nails, I'd set my ten commandments in your face. KING HENRY VI Sweet aunt, be quiet; 'twas against her will. DUCHESS Against her will! good king, look to't in time; She'll hamper thee, and dandle thee like a baby: Though in this place most master wear no breeches, She shall not strike Dame Eleanor unrevenged. Exit BUCKINGHAM Lord cardinal, I will follow Eleanor, And listen after Humphrey, how he proceeds: She's tickled now; her fume needs no spurs, She'll gallop far enough to her destruction. Exit Re-enter GLOUCESTER GLOUCESTER Now, lords, my choler being over-blown With walking once about the quadrangle, I come to talk of commonwealth affairs. As for your spiteful false objections, Prove them, and I lie open to the law: But God in mercy so deal with my soul, As I in duty love my king and country! But, to the matter that we have in hand: I say, my sovereign, York is meetest man To be your regent in the realm of France. SUFFOLK Before we make election, give me leave To show some reason, of no little force, That York is most unmeet of any man. YORK I'll tell thee, Suffolk, why I am unmeet: First, for I cannot flatter thee in pride; Next, if I be appointed for the place, My Lord of Somerset will keep me here, Without discharge, money, or furniture, Till France be won into the Dauphin's hands: Last time, I danced attendance on his will Till Paris was besieged, famish'd, and lost. WARWICK That can I witness; and a fouler fact Did never traitor in the land commit. SUFFOLK Peace, headstrong Warwick! WARWICK Image of pride, why should I hold my peace? Enter HORNER, the Armourer, and his man PETER, guarded SUFFOLK Because here is a man accused of treason: Pray God the Duke of York excuse himself! YORK Doth any one accuse York for a traitor? KING HENRY VI What mean'st thou, Suffolk; tell me, what are these? SUFFOLK Please it your majesty, this is the man That doth accuse his master of high treason: His words were these: that Richard, Duke of York, Was rightful heir unto the English crown And that your majesty was a usurper. KING HENRY VI Say, man, were these thy words? HORNER An't shall please your majesty, I never said nor thought any such matter: God is my witness, I am falsely accused by the villain. PETER By these ten bones, my lords, he did speak them to me in the garret one night, as we were scouring my Lord of York's armour. YORK Base dunghill villain and mechanical, I'll have thy head for this thy traitor's speech. I do beseech your royal majesty, Let him have all the rigor of the law. HORNER Alas, my lord, hang me, if ever I spake the words. My accuser is my 'prentice; and when I did correct him for his fault the other day, he did vow upon his knees he would be even with me: I have good witness of this: therefore I beseech your majesty, do not cast away an honest man for a villain's accusation. KING HENRY VI Uncle, what shall we say to this in law? GLOUCESTER This doom, my lord, if I may judge: Let Somerset be regent over the French, Because in York this breeds suspicion: And let these have a day appointed them For single combat in convenient place, For he hath witness of his servant's malice: This is the law, and this Duke Humphrey's doom. SOMERSET I humbly thank your royal majesty. HORNER And I accept the combat willingly. PETER Alas, my lord, I cannot fight; for God's sake, pity my case. The spite of man prevaileth against me. O Lord, have mercy upon me! I shall never be able to fight a blow. O Lord, my heart! GLOUCESTER Sirrah, or you must fight, or else be hang'd. KING HENRY VI Away with them to prison; and the day of combat shall be the last of the next month. Come, Somerset, we'll see thee sent away. Flourish. Exeunt SCENE IV. GLOUCESTER's garden. Enter MARGARET JOURDAIN, HUME, SOUTHWELL, and BOLINGBROKE HUME Come, my masters; the duchess, I tell you, expects performance of your promises. BOLINGBROKE Master Hume, we are therefore provided: will her ladyship behold and hear our exorcisms? HUME Ay, what else? fear you not her courage. BOLINGBROKE I have heard her reported to be a woman of an invincible spirit: but it shall be convenient, Master Hume, that you be by her aloft, while we be busy below; and so, I pray you, go, in God's name, and leave us. Exit HUME Mother Jourdain, be you prostrate and grovel on the earth; John Southwell, read you; and let us to our work. Enter the DUCHESS aloft, HUME following DUCHESS Well said, my masters; and welcome all. To this gear the sooner the better. BOLINGBROKE Patience, good lady; wizards know their times: Deep night, dark night, the silent of the night, The time of night when Troy was set on fire; The time when screech-owls cry and ban-dogs howl, And spirits walk and ghosts break up their graves, That time best fits the work we have in hand. Madam, sit you and fear not: whom we raise, We will make fast within a hallow'd verge. Here they do the ceremonies belonging, and make the circle; BOLINGBROKE or SOUTHWELL reads, Conjuro te, &c. It thunders and lightens terribly; then the Spirit riseth Spirit Adsum. MARGARET JOURDAIN Asmath, By the eternal God, whose name and power Thou tremblest at, answer that I shall ask; For, till thou speak, thou shalt not pass from hence. Spirit Ask what thou wilt. That I had said and done! BOLINGBROKE 'First of the king: what shall of him become?' Reading out of a paper Spirit The duke yet lives that Henry shall depose; But him outlive, and die a violent death. As the Spirit speaks, SOUTHWELL writes the answer BOLINGBROKE 'What fates await the Duke of Suffolk?' Spirit By water shall he die, and take his end. BOLINGBROKE 'What shall befall the Duke of Somerset?' Spirit Let him shun castles; Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains Than where castles mounted stand. Have done, for more I hardly can endure. BOLINGBROKE Descend to darkness and the burning lake! False fiend, avoid! Thunder and lightning. Exit Spirit Enter YORK and BUCKINGHAM with their Guard and break in YORK Lay hands upon these traitors and their trash. Beldam, I think we watch'd you at an inch. What, madam, are you there? the king and commonweal Are deeply indebted for this piece of pains: My lord protector will, I doubt it not, See you well guerdon'd for these good deserts. DUCHESS Not half so bad as thine to England's king, Injurious duke, that threatest where's no cause. BUCKINGHAM True, madam, none at all: what call you this? Away with them! let them be clapp'd up close. And kept asunder. You, madam, shall with us. Stafford, take her to thee. Exeunt above DUCHESS and HUME, guarded We'll see your trinkets here all forthcoming. All, away! Exeunt guard with MARGARET JOURDAIN, SOUTHWELL, &c YORK Lord Buckingham, methinks, you watch'd her well: A pretty plot, well chosen to build upon! Now, pray, my lord, let's see the devil's writ. What have we here? Reads 'The duke yet lives, that Henry shall depose; But him outlive, and die a violent death.' Why, this is just 'Aio te, AEacida, Romanos vincere posse.' Well, to the rest: 'Tell me what fate awaits the Duke of Suffolk? By water shall he die, and take his end. What shall betide the Duke of Somerset? Let him shun castles; Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains Than where castles mounted stand.' Come, come, my lords; These oracles are hardly attain'd, And hardly understood. The king is now in progress towards Saint Alban's, With him the husband of this lovely lady: Thither go these news, as fast as horse can carry them: A sorry breakfast for my lord protector. BUCKINGHAM Your grace shall give me leave, my Lord of York, To be the post, in hope of his reward. YORK At your pleasure, my good lord. Who's within there, ho! Enter a Servingman Invite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick To sup with me to-morrow night. Away! Exeunt ACT II SCENE I. Saint Alban's. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, GLOUCESTER, CARDINAL, and SUFFOLK, with Falconers halloing QUEEN MARGARET Believe me, lords, for flying at the brook, I saw not better sport these seven years' day: Yet, by your leave, the wind was very high; And, ten to one, old Joan had not gone out. KING HENRY VI But what a point, my lord, your falcon made, And what a pitch she flew above the rest! To see how God in all his creatures works! Yea, man and birds are fain of climbing high. SUFFOLK No marvel, an it like your majesty, My lord protector's hawks do tower so well; They know their master loves to be aloft, And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch. GLOUCESTER My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind That mounts no higher than a bird can soar. CARDINAL I thought as much; he would be above the clouds. GLOUCESTER Ay, my lord cardinal? how think you by that? Were it not good your grace could fly to heaven? KING HENRY VI The treasury of everlasting joy. CARDINAL Thy heaven is on earth; thine eyes and thoughts Beat on a crown, the treasure of thy heart; Pernicious protector, dangerous peer, That smooth'st it so with king and commonweal! GLOUCESTER What, cardinal, is your priesthood grown peremptory? Tantaene animis coelestibus irae? Churchmen so hot? good uncle, hide such malice; With such holiness can you do it? SUFFOLK No malice, sir; no more than well becomes So good a quarrel and so bad a peer. GLOUCESTER As who, my lord? SUFFOLK Why, as you, my lord, An't like your lordly lord-protectorship. GLOUCESTER Why, Suffolk, England knows thine insolence. QUEEN MARGARET And thy ambition, Gloucester. KING HENRY VI I prithee, peace, good queen, And whet not on these furious peers; For blessed are the peacemakers on earth. CARDINAL Let me be blessed for the peace I make, Against this proud protector, with my sword! GLOUCESTER Aside to CARDINAL Faith, holy uncle, would 'twere come to that! CARDINAL Aside to GLOUCESTER Marry, when thou darest. GLOUCESTER Aside to CARDINAL Make up no factious numbers for the matter; In thine own person answer thy abuse. CARDINAL Aside to GLOUCESTER Ay, where thou darest not peep: an if thou darest, This evening, on the east side of the grove. KING HENRY VI How now, my lords! CARDINAL Believe me, cousin Gloucester, Had not your man put up the fowl so suddenly, We had had more sport. Aside to GLOUCESTER Come with thy two-hand sword. GLOUCESTER True, uncle. CARDINAL Aside to GLOUCESTER Are ye advised? the east side of the grove? GLOUCESTER Aside to CARDINAL Cardinal, I am with you. KING HENRY VI Why, how now, uncle Gloucester! GLOUCESTER Talking of hawking; nothing else, my lord. Aside to CARDINAL Now, by God's mother, priest, I'll shave your crown for this, Or all my fence shall fail. CARDINAL Aside to GLOUCESTER Medice, teipsum-- Protector, see to't well, protect yourself. KING HENRY VI The winds grow high; so do your stomachs, lords. How irksome is this music to my heart! When such strings jar, what hope of harmony? I pray, my lords, let me compound this strife. Enter a Townsman of Saint Alban's, crying 'A miracle!' GLOUCESTER What means this noise? Fellow, what miracle dost thou proclaim? Townsman A miracle! a miracle! SUFFOLK Come to the king and tell him what miracle. Townsman Forsooth, a blind man at Saint Alban's shrine, Within this half-hour, hath received his sight; A man that ne'er saw in his life before. KING HENRY VI Now, God be praised, that to believing souls Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair! Enter the Mayor of Saint Alban's and his brethren, bearing SIMPCOX, between two in a chair, SIMPCOX's Wife following CARDINAL Here comes the townsmen on procession, To present your highness with the man. KING HENRY VI Great is his comfort in this earthly vale, Although by his sight his sin be multiplied. GLOUCESTER Stand by, my masters: bring him near the king; His highness' pleasure is to talk with him. KING HENRY VI Good fellow, tell us here the circumstance, That we for thee may glorify the Lord. What, hast thou been long blind and now restored? SIMPCOX Born blind, an't please your grace. Wife Ay, indeed, was he. SUFFOLK What woman is this? Wife His wife, an't like your worship. GLOUCESTER Hadst thou been his mother, thou couldst have better told. KING HENRY VI Where wert thou born? SIMPCOX At Berwick in the north, an't like your grace. KING HENRY VI Poor soul, God's goodness hath been great to thee: Let never day nor night unhallow'd pass, But still remember what the Lord hath done. QUEEN MARGARET Tell me, good fellow, camest thou here by chance, Or of devotion, to this holy shrine? SIMPCOX God knows, of pure devotion; being call'd A hundred times and oftener, in my sleep, By good Saint Alban; who said, 'Simpcox, come, Come, offer at my shrine, and I will help thee.' Wife Most true, forsooth; and many time and oft Myself have heard a voice to call him so. CARDINAL What, art thou lame? SIMPCOX Ay, God Almighty help me! SUFFOLK How camest thou so? SIMPCOX A fall off of a tree. Wife A plum-tree, master. GLOUCESTER How long hast thou been blind? SIMPCOX Born so, master. GLOUCESTER What, and wouldst climb a tree? SIMPCOX But that in all my life, when I was a youth. Wife Too true; and bought his climbing very dear. GLOUCESTER Mass, thou lovedst plums well, that wouldst venture so. SIMPCOX Alas, good master, my wife desired some damsons, And made me climb, with danger of my life. GLOUCESTER A subtle knave! but yet it shall not serve. Let me see thine eyes: wink now: now open them: In my opinion yet thou seest not well. SIMPCOX Yes, master, clear as day, I thank God and Saint Alban. GLOUCESTER Say'st thou me so? What colour is this cloak of? SIMPCOX Red, master; red as blood. GLOUCESTER Why, that's well said. What colour is my gown of? SIMPCOX Black, forsooth: coal-black as jet. KING HENRY VI Why, then, thou know'st what colour jet is of? SUFFOLK And yet, I think, jet did he never see. GLOUCESTER But cloaks and gowns, before this day, a many. Wife Never, before this day, in all his life. GLOUCESTER Tell me, sirrah, what's my name? SIMPCOX Alas, master, I know not. GLOUCESTER What's his name? SIMPCOX I know not. GLOUCESTER Nor his? SIMPCOX No, indeed, master. GLOUCESTER What's thine own name? SIMPCOX Saunder Simpcox, an if it please you, master. GLOUCESTER Then, Saunder, sit there, the lyingest knave in Christendom. If thou hadst been born blind, thou mightest as well have known all our names as thus to name the several colours we do wear. Sight may distinguish of colours, but suddenly to nominate them all, it is impossible. My lords, Saint Alban here hath done a miracle; and would ye not think his cunning to be great, that could restore this cripple to his legs again? SIMPCOX O master, that you could! GLOUCESTER My masters of Saint Alban's, have you not beadles in your town, and things called whips? Mayor Yes, my lord, if it please your grace. GLOUCESTER Then send for one presently. Mayor Sirrah, go fetch the beadle hither straight. Exit an Attendant GLOUCESTER Now fetch me a stool hither by and by. Now, sirrah, if you mean to save yourself from whipping, leap me over this stool and run away. SIMPCOX Alas, master, I am not able to stand alone: You go about to torture me in vain. Enter a Beadle with whips GLOUCESTER Well, sir, we must have you find your legs. Sirrah beadle, whip him till he leap over that same stool. Beadle I will, my lord. Come on, sirrah; off with your doublet quickly. SIMPCOX Alas, master, what shall I do? I am not able to stand. After the Beadle hath hit him once, he leaps over the stool and runs away; and they follow and cry, 'A miracle!' KING HENRY VI O God, seest Thou this, and bearest so long? QUEEN MARGARET It made me laugh to see the villain run. GLOUCESTER Follow the knave; and take this drab away. Wife Alas, sir, we did it for pure need. GLOUCESTER Let them be whipped through every market-town, till they come to Berwick, from whence they came. Exeunt Wife, Beadle, Mayor, &c CARDINAL Duke Humphrey has done a miracle to-day. SUFFOLK True; made the lame to leap and fly away. GLOUCESTER But you have done more miracles than I; You made in a day, my lord, whole towns to fly. Enter BUCKINGHAM KING HENRY VI What tidings with our cousin Buckingham? BUCKINGHAM Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold. A sort of naughty persons, lewdly bent, Under the countenance and confederacy Of Lady Eleanor, the protector's wife, The ringleader and head of all this rout, Have practised dangerously against your state, Dealing with witches and with conjurers: Whom we have apprehended in the fact; Raising up wicked spirits from under ground, Demanding of King Henry's life and death, And other of your highness' privy-council; As more at large your grace shall understand. CARDINAL Aside to GLOUCESTER And so, my lord protector, by this means Your lady is forthcoming yet at London. This news, I think, hath turn'd your weapon's edge; 'Tis like, my lord, you will not keep your hour. GLOUCESTER Ambitious churchman, leave to afflict my heart: Sorrow and grief have vanquish'd all my powers; And, vanquish'd as I am, I yield to thee, Or to the meanest groom. KING HENRY VI O God, what mischiefs work the wicked ones, Heaping confusion on their own heads thereby! QUEEN MARGARET Gloucester, see here the tainture of thy nest. And look thyself be faultless, thou wert best. GLOUCESTER Madam, for myself, to heaven I do appeal, How I have loved my king and commonweal: And, for my wife, I know not how it stands; Sorry I am to hear what I have heard: Noble she is, but if she have forgot Honour and virtue and conversed with such As, like to pitch, defile nobility, I banish her my bed and company And give her as a prey to law and shame, That hath dishonour'd Gloucester's honest name. KING HENRY VI Well, for this night we will repose us here: To-morrow toward London back again, To look into this business thoroughly And call these foul offenders to their answers And poise the cause in justice' equal scales, Whose beam stands sure, whose rightful cause prevails. Flourish. Exeunt SCENE II. London. YORK'S garden. Enter YORK, SALISBURY, and WARWICK YORK Now, my good Lords of Salisbury and Warwick, Our simple supper ended, give me leave In this close walk to satisfy myself, In craving your opinion of my title, Which is infallible, to England's crown. SALISBURY My lord, I long to hear it at full. WARWICK Sweet York, begin: and if thy claim be good, The Nevils are thy subjects to command. YORK Then thus: Edward the Third, my lords, had seven sons: The first, Edward the Black Prince, Prince of Wales; The second, William of Hatfield, and the third, Lionel Duke of Clarence: next to whom Was John of Gaunt, the Duke of Lancaster; The fifth was Edmund Langley, Duke of York; The sixth was Thomas of Woodstock, Duke of Gloucester; William of Windsor was the seventh and last. Edward the Black Prince died before his father And left behind him Richard, his only son, Who after Edward the Third's death reign'd as king; Till Henry Bolingbroke, Duke of Lancaster, The eldest son and heir of John of Gaunt, Crown'd by the name of Henry the Fourth, Seized on the realm, deposed the rightful king, Sent his poor queen to France, from whence she came, And him to Pomfret; where, as all you know, Harmless Richard was murder'd traitorously. WARWICK Father, the duke hath told the truth: Thus got the house of Lancaster the crown. YORK Which now they hold by force and not by right; For Richard, the first son's heir, being dead, The issue of the next son should have reign'd. SALISBURY But William of Hatfield died without an heir. YORK The third son, Duke of Clarence, from whose line I claimed the crown, had issue, Philippe, a daughter, Who married Edmund Mortimer, Earl of March: Edmund had issue, Roger Earl of March; Roger had issue, Edmund, Anne and Eleanor. SALISBURY This Edmund, in the reign of Bolingbroke, As I have read, laid claim unto the crown; And, but for Owen Glendower, had been king, Who kept him in captivity till he died. But to the rest. YORK His eldest sister, Anne, My mother, being heir unto the crown Married Richard Earl of Cambridge; who was son To Edmund Langley, Edward the Third's fifth son. By her I claim the kingdom: she was heir To Roger Earl of March, who was the son Of Edmund Mortimer, who married Philippe, Sole daughter unto Lionel Duke of Clarence: So, if the issue of the elder son Succeed before the younger, I am king. WARWICK What plain proceeding is more plain than this? Henry doth claim the crown from John of Gaunt, The fourth son; York claims it from the third. Till Lionel's issue fails, his should not reign: It fails not yet, but flourishes in thee And in thy sons, fair slips of such a stock. Then, father Salisbury, kneel we together; And in this private plot be we the first That shall salute our rightful sovereign With honour of his birthright to the crown. BOTH Long live our sovereign Richard, England's king! YORK We thank you, lords. But I am not your king Till I be crown'd and that my sword be stain'd With heart-blood of the house of Lancaster; And that's not suddenly to be perform'd, But with advice and silent secrecy. Do you as I do in these dangerous days: Wink at the Duke of Suffolk's insolence, At Beaufort's pride, at Somerset's ambition, At Buckingham and all the crew of them, Till they have snared the shepherd of the flock, That virtuous prince, the good Duke Humphrey: 'Tis that they seek, and they in seeking that Shall find their deaths, if York can prophesy. SALISBURY My lord, break we off; we know your mind at full. WARWICK My heart assures me that the Earl of Warwick Shall one day make the Duke of York a king. YORK And, Nevil, this I do assure myself: Richard shall live to make the Earl of Warwick The greatest man in England but the king. Exeunt SCENE III. A hall of justice. Sound trumpets. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, GLOUCESTER, YORK, SUFFOLK, and SALISBURY; the DUCHESS, MARGARET JOURDAIN, SOUTHWELL, HUME, and BOLINGBROKE, under guard KING HENRY VI Stand forth, Dame Eleanor Cobham, Gloucester's wife: In sight of God and us, your guilt is great: Receive the sentence of the law for sins Such as by God's book are adjudged to death. You four, from hence to prison back again; From thence unto the place of execution: The witch in Smithfield shall be burn'd to ashes, And you three shall be strangled on the gallows. You, madam, for you are more nobly born, Despoiled of your honour in your life, Shall, after three days' open penance done, Live in your country here in banishment, With Sir John Stanley, in the Isle of Man. DUCHESS Welcome is banishment; welcome were my death. GLOUCESTER Eleanor, the law, thou see'st, hath judged thee: I cannot justify whom the law condemns. Exeunt DUCHESS and other prisoners, guarded Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief. Ah, Humphrey, this dishonour in thine age Will bring thy head with sorrow to the ground! I beseech your majesty, give me leave to go; Sorrow would solace and mine age would ease. KING HENRY VI Stay, Humphrey Duke of Gloucester: ere thou go, Give up thy staff: Henry will to himself Protector be; and God shall be my hope, My stay, my guide and lantern to my feet: And go in peace, Humphrey, no less beloved Than when thou wert protector to thy King. QUEEN MARGARET I see no reason why a king of years Should be to be protected like a child. God and King Henry govern England's realm. Give up your staff, sir, and the king his realm. GLOUCESTER My staff? here, noble Henry, is my staff: As willingly do I the same resign As e'er thy father Henry made it mine; And even as willingly at thy feet I leave it As others would ambitiously receive it. Farewell, good king: when I am dead and gone, May honourable peace attend thy throne! Exit QUEEN MARGARET Why, now is Henry king, and Margaret queen; And Humphrey Duke of Gloucester scarce himself, That bears so shrewd a maim; two pulls at once; His lady banish'd, and a limb lopp'd off. This staff of honour raught, there let it stand Where it best fits to be, in Henry's hand. SUFFOLK Thus droops this lofty pine and hangs his sprays; Thus Eleanor's pride dies in her youngest days. YORK Lords, let him go. Please it your majesty, This is the day appointed for the combat; And ready are the appellant and defendant, The armourer and his man, to enter the lists, So please your highness to behold the fight. QUEEN MARGARET Ay, good my lord; for purposely therefore Left I the court, to see this quarrel tried. KING HENRY VI O God's name, see the lists and all things fit: Here let them end it; and God defend the right! YORK I never saw a fellow worse bested, Or more afraid to fight, than is the appellant, The servant of this armourer, my lords. Enter at one door, HORNER, the Armourer, and his Neighbours, drinking to him so much that he is drunk; and he enters with a drum before him and his staff with a sand-bag fastened to it; and at the other door PETER, his man, with a drum and sand-bag, and 'Prentices drinking to him First Neighbour Here, neighbour Horner, I drink to you in a cup of sack: and fear not, neighbour, you shall do well enough. Second Neighbour And here, neighbour, here's a cup of charneco. Third Neighbour And here's a pot of good double beer, neighbour: drink, and fear not your man. HORNER Let it come, i' faith, and I'll pledge you all; and a fig for Peter! First 'Prentice Here, Peter, I drink to thee: and be not afraid. Second 'Prentice Be merry, Peter, and fear not thy master: fight for credit of the 'prentices. PETER I thank you all: drink, and pray for me, I pray you; for I think I have taken my last draught in this world. Here, Robin, an if I die, I give thee my apron: and, Will, thou shalt have my hammer: and here, Tom, take all the money that I have. O Lord bless me! I pray God! for I am never able to deal with my master, he hath learnt me so much fence already. SALISBURY Come, leave your drinking, and fall to blows. Sirrah, what's thy name? PETER Peter, forsooth. SALISBURY Peter! what more? PETER Thump. SALISBURY Thump! then see thou thump thy master well. HORNER Masters, I am come hither, as it were, upon my man's instigation, to prove him a knave and myself an honest man: and touching the Duke of York, I will take my death, I never meant him any ill, nor the king, nor the queen: and therefore, Peter, have at thee with a downright blow! YORK Dispatch: this knave's tongue begins to double. Sound, trumpets, alarum to the combatants! Alarum. They fight, and PETER strikes him down HORNER Hold, Peter, hold! I confess, I confess treason. Dies YORK Take away his weapon. Fellow, thank God, and the good wine in thy master's way. PETER O God, have I overcome mine enemy in this presence? O Peter, thou hast prevailed in right! KING HENRY VI Go, take hence that traitor from our sight; For his death we do perceive his guilt: And God in justice hath revealed to us The truth and innocence of this poor fellow, Which he had thought to have murder'd wrongfully. Come, fellow, follow us for thy reward. Sound a flourish. Exeunt SCENE IV. A street. Enter GLOUCESTER and his Servingmen, in mourning cloaks GLOUCESTER Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud; And after summer evermore succeeds Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold: So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet. Sirs, what's o'clock? Servants Ten, my lord. GLOUCESTER Ten is the hour that was appointed me To watch the coming of my punish'd duchess: Uneath may she endure the flinty streets, To tread them with her tender-feeling feet. Sweet Nell, ill can thy noble mind abrook The abject people gazing on thy face, With envious looks, laughing at thy shame, That erst did follow thy proud chariot-wheels When thou didst ride in triumph through the streets. But, soft! I think she comes; and I'll prepare My tear-stain'd eyes to see her miseries. Enter the DUCHESS in a white sheet, and a taper burning in her hand; with STANLEY, the Sheriff, and Officers Servant So please your grace, we'll take her from the sheriff. GLOUCESTER No, stir not, for your lives; let her pass by. DUCHESS Come you, my lord, to see my open shame? Now thou dost penance too. Look how they gaze! See how the giddy multitude do point, And nod their heads, and throw their eyes on thee! Ah, Gloucester, hide thee from their hateful looks, And, in thy closet pent up, rue my shame, And ban thine enemies, both mine and thine! GLOUCESTER Be patient, gentle Nell; forget this grief. DUCHESS Ah, Gloucester, teach me to forget myself! For whilst I think I am thy married wife And thou a prince, protector of this land, Methinks I should not thus be led along, Mail'd up in shame, with papers on my back, And followed with a rabble that rejoice To see my tears and hear my deep-fet groans. The ruthless flint doth cut my tender feet, And when I start, the envious people laugh And bid me be advised how I tread. Ah, Humphrey, can I bear this shameful yoke? Trow'st thou that e'er I'll look upon the world, Or count them happy that enjoy the sun? No; dark shall be my light and night my day; To think upon my pomp shall be my hell. Sometime I'll say, I am Duke Humphrey's wife, And he a prince and ruler of the land: Yet so he ruled and such a prince he was As he stood by whilst I, his forlorn duchess, Was made a wonder and a pointing-stock To every idle rascal follower. But be thou mild and blush not at my shame, Nor stir at nothing till the axe of death Hang over thee, as, sure, it shortly will; For Suffolk, he that can do all in all With her that hateth thee and hates us all, And York and impious Beaufort, that false priest, Have all limed bushes to betray thy wings, And, fly thou how thou canst, they'll tangle thee: But fear not thou, until thy foot be snared, Nor never seek prevention of thy foes. GLOUCESTER Ah, Nell, forbear! thou aimest all awry; I must offend before I be attainted; And had I twenty times so many foes, And each of them had twenty times their power, All these could not procure me any scathe, So long as I am loyal, true and crimeless. Wouldst have me rescue thee from this reproach? Why, yet thy scandal were not wiped away But I in danger for the breach of law. Thy greatest help is quiet, gentle Nell: I pray thee, sort thy heart to patience; These few days' wonder will be quickly worn. Enter a Herald Herald I summon your grace to his majesty's parliament, Holden at Bury the first of this next month. GLOUCESTER And my consent ne'er ask'd herein before! This is close dealing. Well, I will be there. Exit Herald My Nell, I take my leave: and, master sheriff, Let not her penance exceed the king's commission. Sheriff An't please your grace, here my commission stays, And Sir John Stanley is appointed now To take her with him to the Isle of Man. GLOUCESTER Must you, Sir John, protect my lady here? STANLEY So am I given in charge, may't please your grace. GLOUCESTER Entreat her not the worse in that I pray You use her well: the world may laugh again; And I may live to do you kindness if You do it her: and so, Sir John, farewell! DUCHESS What, gone, my lord, and bid me not farewell! GLOUCESTER Witness my tears, I cannot stay to speak. Exeunt GLOUCESTER and Servingmen DUCHESS Art thou gone too? all comfort go with thee! For none abides with me: my joy is death; Death, at whose name I oft have been afear'd, Because I wish'd this world's eternity. Stanley, I prithee, go, and take me hence; I care not whither, for I beg no favour, Only convey me where thou art commanded. STANLEY Why, madam, that is to the Isle of Man; There to be used according to your state. DUCHESS That's bad enough, for I am but reproach: And shall I then be used reproachfully? STANLEY Like to a duchess, and Duke Humphrey's lady; According to that state you shall be used. DUCHESS Sheriff, farewell, and better than I fare, Although thou hast been conduct of my shame. Sheriff It is my office; and, madam, pardon me. DUCHESS Ay, ay, farewell; thy office is discharged. Come, Stanley, shall we go? STANLEY Madam, your penance done, throw off this sheet, And go we to attire you for our journey. DUCHESS My shame will not be shifted with my sheet: No, it will hang upon my richest robes And show itself, attire me how I can. Go, lead the way; I long to see my prison. Exeunt ACT III SCENE I. The Abbey at Bury St. Edmund's. Sound a sennet. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, CARDINAL, SUFFOLK, YORK, BUCKINGHAM, SALISBURY and WARWICK to the Parliament KING HENRY VI I muse my Lord of Gloucester is not come: 'Tis not his wont to be the hindmost man, Whate'er occasion keeps him from us now. QUEEN MARGARET Can you not see? or will ye not observe The strangeness of his alter'd countenance? With what a majesty he bears himself, How insolent of late he is become, How proud, how peremptory, and unlike himself? We know the time since he was mild and affable, And if we did but glance a far-off look, Immediately he was upon his knee, That all the court admired him for submission: But meet him now, and, be it in the morn, When every one will give the time of day, He knits his brow and shows an angry eye, And passeth by with stiff unbowed knee, Disdaining duty that to us belongs. Small curs are not regarded when they grin; But great men tremble when the lion roars; And Humphrey is no little man in England. First note that he is near you in descent, And should you fall, he as the next will mount. Me seemeth then it is no policy, Respecting what a rancorous mind he bears And his advantage following your decease, That he should come about your royal person Or be admitted to your highness' council. By flattery hath he won the commons' hearts, And when he please to make commotion, 'Tis to be fear'd they all will follow him. Now 'tis the spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted; Suffer them now, and they'll o'ergrow the garden And choke the herbs for want of husbandry. The reverent care I bear unto my lord Made me collect these dangers in the duke. If it be fond, call it a woman's fear; Which fear if better reasons can supplant, I will subscribe and say I wrong'd the duke. My Lord of Suffolk, Buckingham, and York, Reprove my allegation, if you can; Or else conclude my words effectual. SUFFOLK Well hath your highness seen into this duke; And, had I first been put to speak my mind, I think I should have told your grace's tale. The duchess, by his subornation, Upon my life, began her devilish practises: Or, if he were not privy to those faults, Yet, by reputing of his high descent, As next the king he was successive heir, And such high vaunts of his nobility, Did instigate the bedlam brain-sick duchess By wicked means to frame our sovereign's fall. Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep; And in his simple show he harbours treason. The fox barks not when he would steal the lamb. No, no, my sovereign; Gloucester is a man Unsounded yet and full of deep deceit. CARDINAL Did he not, contrary to form of law, Devise strange deaths for small offences done? YORK And did he not, in his protectorship, Levy great sums of money through the realm For soldiers' pay in France, and never sent it? By means whereof the towns each day revolted. BUCKINGHAM Tut, these are petty faults to faults unknown. Which time will bring to light in smooth Duke Humphrey. KING HENRY VI My lords, at once: the care you have of us, To mow down thorns that would annoy our foot, Is worthy praise: but, shall I speak my conscience, Our kinsman Gloucester is as innocent From meaning treason to our royal person As is the sucking lamb or harmless dove: The duke is virtuous, mild and too well given To dream on evil or to work my downfall. QUEEN MARGARET Ah, what's more dangerous than this fond affiance! Seems he a dove? his feathers are but borrowed, For he's disposed as the hateful raven: Is he a lamb? his skin is surely lent him, For he's inclined as is the ravenous wolf. Who cannot steal a shape that means deceit? Take heed, my lord; the welfare of us all Hangs on the cutting short that fraudful man. Enter SOMERSET SOMERSET All health unto my gracious sovereign! KING HENRY VI Welcome, Lord Somerset. What news from France? SOMERSET That all your interest in those territories Is utterly bereft you; all is lost. KING HENRY VI Cold news, Lord Somerset: but God's will be done! YORK Aside Cold news for me; for I had hope of France As firmly as I hope for fertile England. Thus are my blossoms blasted in the bud And caterpillars eat my leaves away; But I will remedy this gear ere long, Or sell my title for a glorious grave. Enter GLOUCESTER GLOUCESTER All happiness unto my lord the king! Pardon, my liege, that I have stay'd so long. SUFFOLK Nay, Gloucester, know that thou art come too soon, Unless thou wert more loyal than thou art: I do arrest thee of high treason here. GLOUCESTER Well, Suffolk, thou shalt not see me blush Nor change my countenance for this arrest: A heart unspotted is not easily daunted. The purest spring is not so free from mud As I am clear from treason to my sovereign: Who can accuse me? wherein am I guilty? YORK 'Tis thought, my lord, that you took bribes of France, And, being protector, stayed the soldiers' pay; By means whereof his highness hath lost France. GLOUCESTER Is it but thought so? what are they that think it? I never robb'd the soldiers of their pay, Nor ever had one penny bribe from France. So help me God, as I have watch'd the night, Ay, night by night, in studying good for England, That doit that e'er I wrested from the king, Or any groat I hoarded to my use, Be brought against me at my trial-day! No; many a pound of mine own proper store, Because I would not tax the needy commons, Have I disbursed to the garrisons, And never ask'd for restitution. CARDINAL It serves you well, my lord, to say so much. GLOUCESTER I say no more than truth, so help me God! YORK In your protectorship you did devise Strange tortures for offenders never heard of, That England was defamed by tyranny. GLOUCESTER Why, 'tis well known that, whiles I was protector, Pity was all the fault that was in me; For I should melt at an offender's tears, And lowly words were ransom for their fault. Unless it were a bloody murderer, Or foul felonious thief that fleeced poor passengers, I never gave them condign punishment: Murder indeed, that bloody sin, I tortured Above the felon or what trespass else. SUFFOLK My lord, these faults are easy, quickly answered: But mightier crimes are laid unto your charge, Whereof you cannot easily purge yourself. I do arrest you in his highness' name; And here commit you to my lord cardinal To keep, until your further time of trial. KING HENRY VI My lord of Gloucester, 'tis my special hope That you will clear yourself from all suspect: My conscience tells me you are innocent. GLOUCESTER Ah, gracious lord, these days are dangerous: Virtue is choked with foul ambition And charity chased hence by rancour's hand; Foul subornation is predominant And equity exiled your highness' land. I know their complot is to have my life, And if my death might make this island happy, And prove the period of their tyranny, I would expend it with all willingness: But mine is made the prologue to their play; For thousands more, that yet suspect no peril, Will not conclude their plotted tragedy. Beaufort's red sparkling eyes blab his heart's malice, And Suffolk's cloudy brow his stormy hate; Sharp Buckingham unburthens with his tongue The envious load that lies upon his heart; And dogged York, that reaches at the moon, Whose overweening arm I have pluck'd back, By false accuse doth level at my life: And you, my sovereign lady, with the rest, Causeless have laid disgraces on my head, And with your best endeavour have stirr'd up My liefest liege to be mine enemy: Ay, all you have laid your heads together-- Myself had notice of your conventicles-- And all to make away my guiltless life. I shall not want false witness to condemn me, Nor store of treasons to augment my guilt; The ancient proverb will be well effected: 'A staff is quickly found to beat a dog.' CARDINAL My liege, his railing is intolerable: If those that care to keep your royal person From treason's secret knife and traitors' rage Be thus upbraided, chid and rated at, And the offender granted scope of speech, 'Twill make them cool in zeal unto your grace. SUFFOLK Hath he not twit our sovereign lady here With ignominious words, though clerkly couch'd, As if she had suborned some to swear False allegations to o'erthrow his state? QUEEN MARGARET But I can give the loser leave to chide. GLOUCESTER Far truer spoke than meant: I lose, indeed; Beshrew the winners, for they play'd me false! And well such losers may have leave to speak. BUCKINGHAM He'll wrest the sense and hold us here all day: Lord cardinal, he is your prisoner. CARDINAL Sirs, take away the duke, and guard him sure. GLOUCESTER Ah! thus King Henry throws away his crutch Before his legs be firm to bear his body. Thus is the shepherd beaten from thy side, And wolves are gnarling who shall gnaw thee first. Ah, that my fear were false! ah, that it were! For, good King Henry, thy decay I fear. Exit, guarded KING HENRY VI My lords, what to your wisdoms seemeth best, Do or undo, as if ourself were here. QUEEN MARGARET What, will your highness leave the parliament? KING HENRY VI Ay, Margaret; my heart is drown'd with grief, Whose flood begins to flow within mine eyes, My body round engirt with misery, For what's more miserable than discontent? Ah, uncle Humphrey! in thy face I see The map of honour, truth and loyalty: And yet, good Humphrey, is the hour to come That e'er I proved thee false or fear'd thy faith. What louring star now envies thy estate, That these great lords and Margaret our queen Do seek subversion of thy harmless life? Thou never didst them wrong, nor no man wrong; And as the butcher takes away the calf And binds the wretch, and beats it when it strays, Bearing it to the bloody slaughter-house, Even so remorseless have they borne him hence; And as the dam runs lowing up and down, Looking the way her harmless young one went, And can do nought but wail her darling's loss, Even so myself bewails good Gloucester's case With sad unhelpful tears, and with dimm'd eyes Look after him and cannot do him good, So mighty are his vowed enemies. His fortunes I will weep; and, 'twixt each groan Say 'Who's a traitor? Gloucester he is none.' Exeunt all but QUEEN MARGARET, CARDINAL, SUFFOLK, and YORK; SOMERSET remains apart QUEEN MARGARET Free lords, cold snow melts with the sun's hot beams. Henry my lord is cold in great affairs, Too full of foolish pity, and Gloucester's show Beguiles him as the mournful crocodile With sorrow snares relenting passengers, Or as the snake roll'd in a flowering bank, With shining chequer'd slough, doth sting a child That for the beauty thinks it excellent. Believe me, lords, were none more wise than I-- And yet herein I judge mine own wit good-- This Gloucester should be quickly rid the world, To rid us of the fear we have of him. CARDINAL That he should die is worthy policy; But yet we want a colour for his death: 'Tis meet he be condemn'd by course of law. SUFFOLK But, in my mind, that were no policy: The king will labour still to save his life, The commons haply rise, to save his life; And yet we have but trivial argument, More than mistrust, that shows him worthy death. YORK So that, by this, you would not have him die. SUFFOLK Ah, York, no man alive so fain as I! 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, Were'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? QUEEN MARGARET So the poor chicken should be sure of death. SUFFOLK Madam, 'tis true; and were'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 proved an enemy to the flock, Before his chaps be stain'd with crimson blood, As Humphrey, proved by reasons, to my liege. And do not stand on quillets how to slay him: Be it by gins, by snares, by subtlety, Sleeping or waking, 'tis no matter how, So he be dead; for that is good deceit Which mates him first that first intends deceit. QUEEN MARGARET Thrice-noble Suffolk, 'tis resolutely spoke. SUFFOLK Not resolute, except so much were done; For things are often spoke and seldom meant: But that my heart accordeth with my tongue, Seeing the deed is meritorious, And to preserve my sovereign from his foe, Say but the word, and I will be his priest. CARDINAL But I would have him dead, my Lord of Suffolk, Ere you can take due orders for a priest: Say you consent and censure well the deed, And I'll provide his executioner, I tender so the safety of my liege. SUFFOLK Here is my hand, the deed is worthy doing. QUEEN MARGARET And so say I. YORK And I and now we three have spoke it, It skills not greatly who impugns our doom. Enter a Post Post Great lords, from Ireland am I come amain, To signify that rebels there are up And put the Englishmen unto the sword: Send succors, lords, and stop the rage betime, Before the wound do grow uncurable; For, being green, there is great hope of help. CARDINAL 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. SOMERSET If York, with all his far-fet policy, Had been the regent there instead of me, He never would have stay'd in France so long. YORK No, not to lose it all, as thou hast done: I rather would have lost my life betimes Than bring a burthen of dishonour home By staying there so long till all were lost. Show me one scar character'd on thy skin: Men's flesh preserved so whole do seldom win. QUEEN MARGARET Nay, then, this spark will prove a raging fire, If wind and fuel be brought to feed it with: No more, good York; sweet Somerset, be still: Thy fortune, York, hadst thou been regent there, Might happily have proved far worse than his. YORK What, worse than nought? nay, then, a shame take all! SOMERSET And, in the number, thee that wishest shame! CARDINAL My Lord of York, try what your fortune is. The uncivil kerns of Ireland are in arms And temper clay with blood of Englishmen: To Ireland will you lead a band of men, Collected choicely, from each county some, And try your hap against the Irishmen? YORK I will, my lord, so please his majesty. SUFFOLK Why, our authority is his consent, And what we do establish he confirms: Then, noble York, take thou this task in hand. YORK I am content: provide me soldiers, lords, Whiles I take order for mine own affairs. SUFFOLK A charge, Lord York, that I will see perform'd. But now return we to the false Duke Humphrey. CARDINAL 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: Lord Suffolk, you and I must talk of that event. YORK My Lord of Suffolk, within fourteen days At Bristol I expect my soldiers; For there I'll ship them all for Ireland. SUFFOLK I'll see it truly done, my Lord of York. Exeunt all but YORK YORK Now, York, or never, steel thy fearful thoughts, And change misdoubt to resolution: Be that thou hopest to be, or what thou art Resign to death; it is not worth the enjoying: Let pale-faced fear keep with the mean-born man, And find no harbour in a royal heart. Faster than spring-time showers comes thought on 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 politicly 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; and yet be well assured 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, I have seduced a headstrong Kentishman, John Cade of Ashford, To make commotion, as full well he can, Under the title of John Mortimer. In Ireland have I seen this stubborn Cade Oppose himself against a troop of kerns, And fought so long, till that his thighs with darts Were almost like a sharp-quill'd porpentine; And, in the end being rescued, I have seen Him caper upright like a wild Morisco, Shaking the bloody darts as he his bells. Full often, like a shag-hair'd crafty kern, Hath he conversed with the enemy, And undiscover'd come to me again And given me notice of their villanies. This devil here shall be my substitute; For that John Mortimer, which now is dead, In face, in gait, in speech, he doth resemble: By this I shall perceive the commons' mind, How they affect the house and claim of York. Say he be taken, rack'd and tortured, I know no pain they can inflict upon him Will make him say I moved him to those arms. Say that he thrive, as 'tis great like he will, Why, then from Ireland come I with my strength And reap the harvest which that rascal sow'd; For Humphrey being dead, as he shall be, And Henry put apart, the next for me. Exit SCENE II. Bury St. Edmund's. A room of state. Enter certain Murderers, hastily First Murderer Run to my Lord of Suffolk; let him know We have dispatch'd the duke, as he commanded. Second Murderer O that it were to do! What have we done? Didst ever hear a man so penitent? Enter SUFFOLK First Murder Here comes my lord. SUFFOLK Now, sirs, have you dispatch'd this thing? First Murderer Ay, my good lord, he's dead. SUFFOLK 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? Is all things well, According as I gave directions? First Murderer 'Tis, my good lord. SUFFOLK Away! be gone. Exeunt Murderers Sound trumpets. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, CARDINAL, SOMERSET, with Attendants KING HENRY VI Go, call our uncle to our presence straight; Say we intend to try his grace to-day. If he be guilty, as 'tis published. SUFFOLK I'll call him presently, my noble lord. Exit KING HENRY VI Lords, take your places; and, I pray you all, Proceed no straiter 'gainst our uncle Gloucester Than from true evidence of good esteem He be approved in practise culpable. QUEEN MARGARET God forbid any malice should prevail, That faultless may condemn a nobleman! Pray God he may acquit him of suspicion! KING HENRY VI I thank thee, Meg; these words content me much. Re-enter SUFFOLK How now! why look'st thou pale? why tremblest thou? Where is our uncle? what's the matter, Suffolk? SUFFOLK Dead in his bed, my lord; Gloucester is dead. QUEEN MARGARET Marry, God forfend! CARDINAL God's secret judgment: I did dream to-night The duke was dumb and could not speak a word. KING HENRY VI swoons QUEEN MARGARET How fares my lord? Help, lords! the king is dead. SOMERSET Rear up his body; wring him by the nose. QUEEN MARGARET Run, go, help, help! O Henry, ope thine eyes! SUFFOLK He doth revive again: madam, be patient. KING HENRY VI O heavenly God! QUEEN MARGARET How fares my gracious lord? SUFFOLK Comfort, my sovereign! gracious Henry, comfort! KING HENRY VI 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; Their touch affrights me as a serpent's sting. Thou baleful messenger, out of my sight! Upon thy eye-balls murderous tyranny Sits in grim majesty, to fright the world. Look not upon me, for thine eyes are wounding: Yet do not go away: come, basilisk, And kill the innocent gazer with thy sight; For in the shade of death I shall find joy; In life but double death, now Gloucester's dead. QUEEN MARGARET Why do you rate my Lord of Suffolk thus? Although the duke was enemy to him, Yet he most Christian-like laments his death: And for myself, foe as he was to me, Might liquid tears or heart-offending groans Or blood-consuming sighs recall his life, I would be blind with weeping, sick with groans, Look pale as primrose with blood-drinking sighs, And all to have the noble duke alive. What know I how the world may deem of me? For it is known we were but hollow friends: It may be judged I made the duke away; So shall my name with slander's tongue be wounded, And princes' courts be fill'd with my reproach. This get I by his death: ay me, unhappy! To be a queen, and crown'd with infamy! KING HENRY VI Ah, woe is me for Gloucester, wretched man! QUEEN MARGARET 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 Gloucester's tomb? Why, then, dame Margaret was ne'er thy joy. Erect his statue and worship it, And make my image but an alehouse sign. Was I for this nigh wreck'd upon the sea And twice by awkward 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 cursed the gentle gusts And he that loosed them forth their brazen caves: And bid them blow towards England's blessed shore, Or turn our stern upon a dreadful rock Yet AEolus would not be a murderer, But left that hateful office unto thee: The pretty-vaulting sea refused to drown me, Knowing that thou wouldst have me drown'd on shore, With tears as salt as sea, through thy unkindness: The splitting rocks cower'd 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 thy 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 received it, And so I wish'd thy body might my heart: And even with this I lost fair England's view And bid mine eyes be packing with my heart And call'd them blind and dusky spectacles, For losing ken of Albion's wished coast. How often have I tempted Suffolk's tongue, The agent of thy foul inconstancy, To sit and witch me, as Ascanius did When he to madding Dido would unfold His father's acts commenced in burning Troy! Am I not witch'd like her? or thou not false like him? Ay me, I can no more! die, Margaret! For Henry weeps that thou dost live so long. Noise within. Enter WARWICK, SALISBURY, and many Commons WARWICK It is reported, mighty sovereign, That good Duke Humphrey traitorously is murder'd By Suffolk and the Cardinal Beaufort's means. The commons, like an angry hive of bees That want their leader, scatter up and down And care not who they sting in his revenge. Myself have calm'd their spleenful mutiny, Until they hear the order of his death. KING HENRY VI That he is dead, good Warwick, 'tis too true; But how he died God knows, not Henry: Enter his chamber, view his breathless corpse, And comment then upon his sudden death. WARWICK That shall I do, my liege. Stay, Salisbury, With the rude multitude till I return. Exit KING HENRY VI O Thou that judgest all things, stay my thoughts, My thoughts, that labour to persuade my soul Some violent hands were laid on Humphrey's life! If my suspect be false, forgive me, God, For judgment only doth belong to thee. Fain would I go to chafe his paly lips With twenty thousand kisses, and to drain Upon his face an ocean of salt tears, To tell my love unto his dumb deaf trunk, And with my fingers feel his hand unfeeling: But all in vain are these mean obsequies; And to survey his dead and earthly image, What were it but to make my sorrow greater? Re-enter WARWICK and others, bearing GLOUCESTER'S body on a bed WARWICK Come hither, gracious sovereign, view this body. KING HENRY VI 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. WARWICK 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. SUFFOLK A dreadful oath, sworn with a solemn tongue! What instance gives Lord Warwick for his vow? WARWICK See how the blood is settled in his face. Oft have I seen a timely-parted ghost, Of ashy semblance, meagre, 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 To blush and beautify the cheek again. But see, his face is black and full of blood, His eye-balls further out than when he lived, Staring full ghastly like a strangled man; His hair uprear'd, his nostrils stretched with struggling; His hands abroad display'd, as one that grasp'd And tugg'd for life and was by strength subdued: Look, on the sheets his hair you see, is sticking; His well-proportion'd beard made rough and rugged, Like to the summer's corn by tempest lodged. It cannot be but he was murder'd here; The least of all these signs were probable. SUFFOLK Why, Warwick, who should do the duke to death? Myself and Beaufort had him in protection; And we, I hope, sir, are no murderers. WARWICK 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. QUEEN MARGARET Then you, belike, suspect these noblemen As guilty of Duke Humphrey's timeless death. WARWICK 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. QUEEN MARGARET Are you the butcher, Suffolk? Where's your knife? Is Beaufort term'd a kite? Where are his talons? SUFFOLK I wear no knife to slaughter sleeping men; But here's a vengeful sword, rusted with ease, That shall be scoured in his rancorous heart That slanders me with murder's crimson badge. Say, if thou darest, proud Lord of Warwick-shire, That I am faulty in Duke Humphrey's death. Exeunt CARDINAL, SOMERSET, and others WARWICK What dares not Warwick, if false Suffolk dare him? QUEEN MARGARET He dares not calm his contumelious spirit Nor cease to be an arrogant controller, Though Suffolk dare him twenty thousand times. WARWICK Madam, be still; with reverence may I say; For every word you speak in his behalf Is slander to your royal dignity. SUFFOLK Blunt-witted lord, ignoble in demeanor! If ever lady wrong'd her lord so much, Thy mother took into her blameful bed Some stern untutor'd churl, and noble stock Was graft with crab-tree slip; whose fruit thou art, And never of the Nevils' noble race. WARWICK But that the guilt of murder bucklers thee And I should rob the deathsman of his fee, Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames, And that my sovereign's presence makes me mild, I would, false murderous coward, on thy knee Make thee beg pardon for thy passed speech, And say it was thy mother that thou meant'st That thou thyself was born in bastardy; And after all this fearful homage done, Give thee thy hire and send thy soul to hell, Pernicious blood-sucker of sleeping men! SUFFOLK Thou shall be waking well I shed thy blood, If from this presence thou darest go with me. WARWICK Away even now, or I will drag thee hence: Unworthy though thou art, I'll cope with thee And do some service to Duke Humphrey's ghost. Exeunt SUFFOLK and WARWICK KING HENRY VI What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just, And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. A noise within QUEEN MARGARET What noise is this? Re-enter SUFFOLK and WARWICK, with their weapons drawn KING HENRY VI Why, how now, lords! your wrathful weapons drawn Here in our presence! dare you be so bold? Why, what tumultuous clamour have we here? SUFFOLK The traitorous Warwick with the men of Bury Set all upon me, mighty sovereign. SALISBURY To the Commons, entering Sirs, stand apart; the king shall know your mind. Dread lord, the commons send you word by me, Unless Lord 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 lingering 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