Second M. O, that it were to do!-What have we

done?

Didst ever hear a man so penitent?

Enter SUFFOLK,

First M. Here comes my lord.

Suf. Now, sirs, have you dispatch'd this thing? First M. Ay, my good lord, he's dead.

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Suf. 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 are all things well,
According as I gave directions?

First M. Yes, my good lord.

Suf. Away, be gone!

[Exeunt Murderers.

Enter King HENRY, the Queen, Cardinal, SOMERSET, with Attendants.

K. Henry. Go, call our uncle to our presence straight; Say, we intend to try his grace to-day,

If he be guilty, as 'tis published.

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Suf. I'll call him presently, my noble lord. [Exit. K. Henry. Lords, take your places ;-And, I pray you all,

Proceed no straiter 'gainst our uncle Gloster,
Than from true evidence of good esteem,

He be approv'd in practice culpable.

Q. Mar. God forbid, any malice should prevail,

That faultless may condemn a nobleman!

Pray

Pray God, he may acquit him of suspicion!

K. Henry. I thank thee: Well, these words content me much..

Re-enter SUFFOLK.

How now? why look'st thou pale? why tremblest

thou?

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Where is our uncle? what is the matter, Suffolk ? Suf. Dead in his bed, my lord; Gloster is dead. Q. Mar. Marry, God forefend!

Car. God's secret judgment :-I did dream to-night, The duke was dumb, and could not speak a word. [The King swoons. Q. Mar. How fares my lord?-Help, lords! the

king is dead.

Som. Rear up his body; wring him by the nose. Q. Mar. Run, go, help, help!-Oh, Henry, ope thine eyes!

Suf. He doth revive again ;-Madam, be patient. K. Henry. O heavenly God!

Q. Mar. How fares my gracious lord!

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Suf. Comfort, my sovereign gracious Henry,

comfort!

K. Henry. What, doth my lord of Suffolk com. fort 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

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 Gloster's dead.

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Q. Mar. 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,

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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 judg'd, I made the duke away :

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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: Ah me, unhappy!

To be a queen, and crown'd with infamy!

K. Henry. Ah, woe is me for Gloster, wretched

mand

Q. Mar,

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Q. Mar. 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 Gloster's tomb ? Why, then dame Margaret was ne'er thy joy: Erect his statue then, and worship it, And make my image but an ale-house 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-fore-warning wind
Did seem to say-Seek not a scorpion's nest,
Nor set no footing on this unkind shore ?

What did I then, but curs'd the gentle gusts,

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And he that loos'd them from their brazen caves; And bid them blow towards England's blessed shore, Or turn our stern upon a dreadful rock ?

Yet Æolus would not be a murderer,

But left that hateful office unto thee:

The pretty vaulting sea refus'd to drown me; Knowing, that thou wouldst have me drown'd on shore

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The splitting rocks cowr'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

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And threw it towards thy land; the sea receiv'd 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,

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When he to madding Dido, would unfold

His father's acts, commenc'd 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.

War. It is reported, mighty sovereign,

That good duke Humphrey traiterously is murder'd
By Suffolk's and the cardinal Beaufort's means.
The commons, like an angry hive of bees,
That want their leader, scatter up and down,

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And