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*According to that state you shall be used.
'Duch. Sheriff, farewell, and better than I fare:
'Although thou hast been conduct' of thy shame!
Sher. It is my office; and, madam, pardon me.
'Duch. Ay, ay, farewell; thy office is dis-*
charg'd.-

'Come, Stanley, shall we go?

Upon my life, began her devilish practices:
Or if he were not privy to those faults,
Yet, by reputing of his high descents
*(As next the king, he was successive heir,)
And such high vaunts of his nobility,

'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.

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SCENE I.-The Abbey at Bury. Enter to the
Parliament, King Henry, Queen Margaret,
Cardinal Beaufort, Suffolk, York, Buckingham,
and others.

'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
observe

• The strangeness of his alter'd countenance?
"With what a majesty he bears himself;
How insolent of late he is become,

The fox barks not, when he would steal the lamb.
No, no, my sovereign; Gloster is a man
Unsounded yet, and full of deep deceit.

* Car. 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?
*Buck. Tut! these are petty faults to faults

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?
"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 admir'd 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 is the next will mount.
'Me seemeth then, it is no policy,-

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'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 collects these dangers in the duke.
For conductor.
(2) Wonder.
i. e. Assemble by observation.

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*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.

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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.
not so free from mud,
treason to my sovereign:
wherein am I guilty
my lord, that you took bribes

The purest spring As I am clear from Who can accuse me York. 'Tis thought,

And, being protector, stayed the soldiers' pay;
By means whereof, his highness hath lost France.
Glo. Is it but thought so? What are they that
think it?

"I never robb'd the soldiers of their pay,
'Nor never had one penny bribe from France.
'So help me God, as I have watch'd the night,-

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,
'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 dispursed to the garrisons,
'And never ask'd for restitution.

*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
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 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
answer'd:

'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.

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;
'Sharp Buckingham unburdens 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,

(1) For easily. (2) For accusation. (3) Dearest.

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'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
sun's hot beams.

Henry my lord is cold in great affairs,
Too full of foolish pity; and Gloster's show
Beguiles him, as the mournful crocodile

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*With sorrow snares relenting passengers;
Or as the snake, rolled in a flowering bank,'
With shining checker'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 Gloster should be quickly rid the world,
'To rid us from the fear we have of him.

*Car. That he should die, is worthy policy;
But yet we want a colour for his death:
'Tis meet he be condemned by course of law.
Suff. 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.

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-
folk,-

*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?
Q. Mar. So the poor chicken should be sure of
death.

'Suff. Madam, 'tis true: And were't not

ness then,

*Car. 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.

Som. If York, with all his far-fet' policy,
'Had been the regent there instead of me,
'He never would have staid 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 burden of dishonour home,
By staying there so long, till all were lost.
Show ine one scar character'd on thy skin:
* Men's flesh preserv'd so whole, do seldom win.
Q. Mar. 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 prov'd far worse than his.
York. What, worse than naught? nay, then a
shame take all!

Som. And, in the number, thee, that wishest
shame!

'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.
'Car. 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;

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:
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.

*Car. 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.

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.
[Exeunt all but York.
'York. Now, York, or never, steel thy fearful
thoughts,

And change misdoubt to resolution :

Be that thou hop'st to be; or what thou art
Resign to death, it is not worth the enjoying
Let pale-fac'd 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 a host of men:
* I fear me, you but warm the starved snake,

'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,
And put the Englishmen unto the sword:
Send succours, lords, and stop the rage betime,
Before the wound do grow incurable;

* For, being green, there is great hope of help.

4. In the flowers growing on a bank.
(3) Perhaps. (4) Confounds.!

(2) Skin

hearts.

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