And as the butcher takes away the calf, And binds the wretch, and beats it when it ftrives, groan [Exit. [hot beams. His fortunes I will weep, and 'twixt each Believe me, Lords, were none more wife than I, Car. That he fhould die, is worthy policy; More than miftruft, that fhews him worthy death. Tork. 'Tis York that hath more reafon for his death. As place Duke Humphry for the King's Protector? 2. Mar. So the poor chicken fhould be fure of death.. Suf Suf. Madam, 'tis true; and were't not madness then To make the fox furveyor of the fold? Who being accus'd a crafty murderer, His guilt fhould be but idly posted over, Because his purpose is not executed. No; let him die, in that he is a fox, By nature prov'd an enemy to the flock, Before his chaps be ftain'd with crimson blood, As Humphry's prov'd by reasons to my Liege; And do not ftand on quillets how to flay him: Be it by ginns, by fnares, by fubtilty, Sleeping or waking, 'tis no matter how, So he be dead; for that is good deceit Which mates him firft, that first intends deceit. 2. Mar. Thrice Noble Suffolk, 'tis refolutely fpoke. And to preferve my Sovereign from his foe, Car. But I would have him dead, my Lord of Suffolk, Ere you can take due orders for a priest; Say you confent, and cenfure well the deed,. And I'll provide his executioner, I tender fo the fafety of my Liege.. Suf. Here is my hand, the deed is worthy doing, 2. Mar. And so say I. York. And I: And now we three have spoke it,, It skills not greatly who impugns our doom. SCENE IV. Enter a Poft. Poft. Great Lords, from Ireland am I come amain,, To fignify that rebels there are up, And put the Englishmen unto the sword: Send fuccours, Lords, and ftop the rage betime,. For being green, there is great hope of help. D 3 Witnefss Witnefs the fortune he hath had in France Som. If York, with all his fair-fetch'd policy, 2. Mar. Nay then, this fpark will prove a raging fire, If wind and fewel be brought to feed it with. No more, good York; fweet Somerset, -be ftill. Thy fortune, York, hadft thou been Regent there, Might happily have prov'd far worse than his. York. What, worfe than nought? nay, then a fhame take all! Som. And, in the number, thee that wifheft fhame! York. I will, my Lord, fo please his Majefty. York. I am content: provide me foldiers, Lords, Suf. A charge, Lord York, that I will fee perform'd But now return we to the false Duke Humphry. Car. No more of him; for I deal with him, That henceforth he fhall trouble us no more: And fo 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 foldiers; For there I'll ship them all for Ireland. Suf. I'll fee it truly done, my Lord of York. [Exeunt. SCENE: SCENE V. Manet York. York. Now, York, or never, fteel thy fearful thoughts,. And change mifdoubt to refolution: Be that thou hop'ft to be, or what thou art Fafter than fpring time fhow'rs, comes thought on: My brain, more bufy than the lab'ring fpider, [thought, Who, cherish'd in your breast, will fting your hearts. I have feduc'd a headstrong Kentish man, To make commotion, as full well he can, In Ireland have I feen this flubborn Cade And fought fo long, till that his thighs with darts This This devil here fhall be my substitute; SCENE VI. An apartment in the palace. [Exit. Enter two or three running over the stage from the murder ́of Duke Humphry. 1. Run to my Lord of Suffolk; let him know We have dispatch'd the Duke, as he commanded. 2. Oh that it were to do! what we have done!: Didst ever hear a man fo penitent! 1. Here comes my Enter Suffolk.. Lord. Suf. Now, Sirs, have you dispatch'd this thing? 1. Ay, my good Lord, he's dead. Suf. Why, that's well faid. Go get you to my houfe;; I will reward you for this vent'rous deed: The King and all the Peers are here at hand.. Have you laid fair the bed? are all things well, According as I gave directions? 1. Yes, my good Lord. Suf. Away be gone. [Exeunt Murderers. Enter King Henry, the Queen, Cardinal, Somerfet, with Attendants. K. Henry. Go, call our uncle to our prefence ftrait: Say, we intend to try his Grace to-day, If he be guilty, as 'tis published. Suf. I'll call him prefently, my Noble Lord. [Exit.. K. Henry |