*According to that state you shall be used. 'Come, Stanley, shall we go? Upon my life, began her devilish practices: 'Stan. Madam, your penance, done throw off Did instigate the bedlam brain-sick duchess, this sheet, 'And go we to attire you for our journey. By wicked means to frame our sovereign's fall. Smooth runs the water, where the brook is deep; 'Duch. My shame will not be shifted with my And in his simple show he harbours treason. sheet: SCENE I.-The Abbey at Bury. Enter to the 'K. Hen. I muse, my lord of Gloster is not come: 'Tis not his wont to be the hindmost man, 'Whate'er occasion keeps him from us now. 'Q. Mar. Can you not see? or will you • The strangeness of his alter'd countenance? The fox barks not, when he would steal the lamb. * Car. Did he not, contrary to form of law, unknown, *Which time will bring to light in smooth duke Humphrey. *K. Hen. 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 Gloster is as innocent not* 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. *Q. Mar. Ah, what's more dangerous than this fond affiance? How proud, peremptory, and unlike himself? "That all the court admir'd him for submission: 'Respecting what a rancorous mind he bears, *Glo. All happiness unto my lord the king! Pardon, my liege, that I have staid so long. (5) . e. Valuing himself on his high descent. (4) Foolish.(6) Gear was a general word for things or matters. Suff. Nay, Gloster, know, that thou art come too soon, Unless thou wert more loyal than thou art: I do arrest thee of high treason here. 'By false accuse2 doth level at my life: And you, my sovereign lady, with the rest, 'Causeless have laid disgraces on my head; Glo. Well, Suffolk, yet thou shalt not see me My liefest liege to be mine enemy: Nor change my countenance for this arrest; A heart unspotted is not easily daunted. The purest spring As I am clear from Who can accuse me York. 'Tis thought, And, being protector, stayed the soldiers' pay; "I never robb'd the soldiers of their pay, And, with your best endeavour, have stirr'd up *Ay, all of you have laid your heads together, Myself had notice of your conventicles. '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. *Car. My liege, his railing is intolerable: * If those that care to keep your royal person *From treason's secret knife, and traitor's rage, Be thus upbraided, chid, and rated at, And the offender granted scope of speech, *Twill make them cool in zeal unto your grace. Suff. Hath he not twit our sovereign lady here, With ignominious words, though clerkly couch'd, 'As if she had suborned some to swear Ay, night by night,-in studying good for England!False allegations to o'erthrow his state? "That doit that e'er I wrested from the king, No! many a pound of mine own proper store, *Car. It serves you well, my lord, to say so much. Glo. 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 defam'd by tyranny. Glo. Why, 'tis well known, that whiles I was Pity was all the fault that was in me; And lowly words were ransom for their fault. "Unless it were a bloody murderer, 'Or foul felonious thief that fleec'd poor passengers, I never gave them condign punishment: 'Murder, indeed, that bloody sin, I tortur'd 'Above the felon, or what trespass else. Suff. My lord, these faults are easy,' quickly 'But mightier crimes are laid unto your charge, K. Hen. My lord of Gloster, 'tis my special hope, 'That you will clear yourself from all suspects; My conscience tells me, you are innocent. Glo. Ah, gracious lord, these days are dangerous! Virtue is choak'd with foul ambition, And charity chas'd hence by rancour's hand; Foul subornation is predominant, And equity exil'd 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; (1) For easily. (2) For accusation. (3) Dearest. 'Q. Mar. But I can give the loser leave to chide. Glo. Far truer spoke, than meant: I lose in deed ; 'Beshrew the winners, for they play'd me false ! *And well such losers may have leave to speak. Buck. He'll wrest the sense, and hold us here all day : Lord cardinal, he is your prisoner. 'Car. Sirs, take away the duke, and guard him sure. Glo. 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. [Exeunt Attendants, with Gloster. K. Hen. My lords, what to your wisdoms seemeth best Do, or undo, as if ourself were here. Q. Mar. What, will your highness leave the parliament ? K. Hen. 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 sce *The map of honour, truth, and loyalty; And yet, good Humphrey, is the hour to come, That e'er I prov'd thee false, or fear'd thy faith. *What low'ring 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 Gloster'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, Gloster he is none. [Exit. Q. Mar. Free lords, cold snow melts with the Henry my lord is cold in great affairs, 1 *With sorrow snares relenting passengers; Believe me, lords, were none more wise than I *Car. That he should die, is worthy policy; * More than mistrust, that shows him worthy death. Suff. 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 Suf- *Say, as you think, and speak it from your souls,- 'Suff. Madam, 'tis true: And were't not ness then, *Car. A breach, that craves a quick expedient 'What counsel give you in this weighty cause! Som. If York, with all his far-fet' policy, Than bring a burden of dishonour home, *If wind and fuel be brought to feed it with: Som. And, in the number, thee, that wishest 'Car. My lord of York, try what your fortune is. The uncivil kernes of Ireland are in arms, And temper clay with blood of Englishmen : "To Ireland will you lead a band of men, mad-Collected choicely, from each county some, And try your hap against the Irishmen ? *York. I will, my lord, so please his majesty. *Suff, 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. To make the fox surveyor of the fold? "Who being accus'd a crafty murderer, "His guilt should be but idly posted over, 'Because his purpose is not executed. No; let him dic, in that he is a fox, By nature prov'd an enemy to the flock, Before his chaps be stain'd with crimson blood; 'As Humphrey, prov'd by reasons, to my liege. And do not stand on quillets, how to slay hum: 'Be it by gins, by snares, by subtilty, 'Sleeping or waking, 'tis no matter how, ་ So he be dead; for that is good deceit, Which mates him first, that first intends deceit. Q. Mar. Thrice-noble Suffolk, 'tis resolutely spoke. Suff. A charge, lord York, that I will see per form'd. 'But now return we to the false duke Humphrey. Suff. Not resolute, except so much were done:For there I'll ship them all for Ireland. For things are often spoke, and seldom meant: And to preserve my sovereign from his foe.- *Car. But I would have him dead, my lord of* Ere you can take due orders for a priest: * I tender so the safety of my liege. Suff. Here is my hand, the deed is worthy doing. * Q. Mar. And so say I. *York. And I and now we three have spoke it, It skills not greatly who impugns our doom. Enter a Messenger. Suff. I'll see it truly done, my lord of York. And change misdoubt to resolution : Be that thou hop'st to be; or what thou art And not a thought, but thinks on dignity. To send me packing with a host of men: 'Mess. Great lords, from Ireland am I come Who, cherish'd in your breasts, will sting your amain, "To signify-that rebels there arc up, * For, being green, there is great hope of help. 4. In the flowers growing on a bank. (2) Skin hearts. |