It were but neceffary you were wak'd ;
Left, being fuffer'd in that harmful flumber,
The mortal worm might make the fleep eternal:
And therefore do they cry, though you forbid,
That they will guard you, whe'r you will, or no,
From fuch fell ferpents as falfe Suffolk is;
With whose envenomed and fatal fting,
Your loving uncle, twenty times his worth,
They fay, is fhamefully bereft of life.

Commons [within.] An anfwer from the king, my lord of Salisbury.

Suf. 'Tis like, the commons, rude unpolish'd hinds, Could fend fuch meffage to their fovereign:

But you, my lord, were glad to be employ'd,

To fhew how quaint an orator you are :
But all the honour Salisbury hath won,
Is that he was the lord ambassador,
Sent from a fort of tinkers to the king.

Within. An answer from the king, or we will all break in.
K. Henry. Go, Salisbury, and tell them all from me,
I thank them for their tender loving care:

And had I not been cited fo by them,
Yet did I purpose as they do entreat;
For, fure, my thoughts do hourly prophefy
Mifchance unto my ftate by Suffolk's means.
And therefore, by his majefty I swear,
Whose far unworthy deputy I am,—
He shall not breathe infection in this air

But three days longer, on the pain of death. Exit Salisbury. 2. Mar. Oh Henry, let me plead for gentle Suffolk!

K. Henry. Ungentle queen, to call him gentle Suffolk. No more, I fay; if thou doft plead for him,

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Thou wilt but add encrease unto my wrath.
Had I but faid, I would have kept my word;
But, when I fwear, it is irrevocable:-

If, after three days fpace, thou here be'st found
On any ground that I am ruler of,

The world fhall not be ranfom for thy life.

Come, Warwick, come, good Warwick, go with me;
I have great matters to impart to thee.

[Exeunt all but Suffolk, and the Queen.

2. Mar. Mifchance, and forrow, go along with you! Heart's difcontent, and four affliction,

Be play-fellows to keep you company!

There's two of you; the devil make a third!
And three-fold vengeance tend upon your steps!
Suf. Ceafe, gentle queen, these execrations,

And let thy Suffolk take his heavy leave.

2. Mar. Fie, coward woman, and foft-hearted wretch ! Haft thou not spirit to curfe thine enemies?

Suf. A plague upon, them! wherefore fhould I curfe them?

Would curfes kill, as doth 'the mandrake's groan,

I would invent as bitter fearching terms,

As curft, as harsh, and horrible to hear,
Deliver'd strongly through my fixed teeth,
With full as many figns of deadly hate,

As lean-fac'd Envy in her loathfome cave:
My tongue fhould ftumble in mine earnest words;
Mine eyes fhould fparkle like the beaten flint;
My hair be fix'd on end, as one distract;

1 the mandrake's groan,]-the noife, which this plant is fabled to make, when torn from the ground, is faid to be fatal to the hearer, and therefore deem'd ill-boding.

"And bricks like mandrakes torn out of the earth."

ROMEO AND JULIET, A& IV. S. 3. Jul.

Ay,

Ay, every joint fhould feem to curfe and ban:
And even now my burden'd heart would break,
Should I not curfe them. Poifon be their drink!
Gall, worse than gall," the daintieft that they tafte!
Their sweetest shade, a grove of " cypress trees!
Their chiefeft prospect, murdering 'basilisks !
Their softest touch, as smart as lizards' ftings!
Their music, frightful as the ferpent's hiss;
And boding fcritch-owls make the concert full!
All the foul terrors in dark-feated hell-

2. Mar. Enough, fweet Suffolk, thou torment'ft thyfelf;

And these dread curfes-like the fun 'gainst glass,

Or like an over-charged gun,-recoil,

And turn the force of them upon thyfelf.

Suf. You bade me ban, and will you bid me leave? Now, by the ground that I am banish'd from,

Well could I curfe away a winter's night,

Though standing naked on a mountain top,
Where biting cold would never let grafs grow,

And think it but a minute spent in fport.

2. Mar. Oh, let me entreat thee ceafe! Give me thy hand,

That I may dew it with my mournful tears;

Nor let the rain of heaven wet this place,

To wash away my woeful monuments.

Oh, could this kifs be printed in thy hand; [Kisses his hand.

m the daintief-the greatest dainty.

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cypress trees!]-ufed formerly in funeral rites.

bafilifks!]—which are faid to destroy by a fingle glance.

You bade me ban, and will you bid me leave ]-This inconfiftency is very common in real life. Those who are vexed to impatience are angry to fee others lefs disturbed than themselves; but when others begin to rave, they immediately fee in them what they could not find in themfelves, the deformity and folly of useless rage.

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That thou might'ft think upon thefe by the feal,
Through whom a thousand fighs are breath'd for thee!
So, get thee gone, that I may know my grief;
'Tis but furmis'd whilft thou art standing by,
'As one that furfeits thinking on a want.
I will repeal thee, or, be well affur'd,
Adventure to be banished myself :

And banished I am, if but from thee.
Go, fpeak not to me; even now be gone.-

Oh, go not yet!-Even thus two friends condemn'd
Embrace, and kiss, and take ten thoufand leaves,
Lother a hundred times to part than die.

Yet now farewel; and farewel life with thee!

Suf. Thus is poor Suffolk ten times banished,
Once by the king, and three times thrice by thee.
'Tis not the land I care for, wert thou hence;
A wilderness is populous enough,

. So Suffolk had thy heavenly company :
For where thou art, there is the world itself,
With every several pleasure in the world;
And where thou art not, defolation.

I can no more :-Live thou to joy thy life;
Myself no joy in nought, but that thou liv'ft.

Enter Vaux.

2. Mar. Whither goes Vaux so fast? what news, I pr❜ythee?

Vaux. To fignify unto his majefty,

That cardinal Beaufort is at point of death:
For fuddenly a grievous ficknefs took him,

That makes him gafp, and ftare, and catch the air,

thefe]-thefe (lips)-Through which a thousand fighs will be, &c. As one that furfeits thinking on a want.]-who feeds to furfeiting, is but little interrupted by reflecting that he may in future want fuch dainties.

Blafpheming

Blafpheming God, and curfing men on earth.
Sometime, he talks as if duke Humphrey's ghost
Were by his fide; sometime, he calls the king,
And whispers to his pillow, as to him,
The fecrets of his over-charged foul :
And I am sent to tell his majesty,
That even now he cries aloud for him.

2. Mar. Go, tell this heavy meffage to the king.

[Exit Vaux. Ay me! what is this world? what news are these? But wherefore grieve I at an hour's poor lofs, ' Omitting Suffolk's exile, my foul's treasure? Why only, Suffolk, mourn I not for thee,

And with the fouthern clouds contend in tears;
Theirs for the earth's encrease, mine for my forrows?
Now, get thee hence.-The king, thou know'ft, is coming,
If thou be found by me, thou art but dead,

Suf. If I depart from thee, I cannot live:
And in thy fight to die, what were it else,
But like a pleasant slumber in thy lap ?
Here could I breathe my foul into the air,
As mild and gentle as the cradle babe,
Dying with mother's dug between its lips :
'Where, from thy fight, I should be raging mad,
And cry out for thee to close up mine eyes,
To have thee with thy lips to stop my

mouth

So fhouldst thou either "turn my flying foul,

Or I should breathe it fo into thy body,
And then it liv'd in fweet Elyfium.

To die by thee, were but to die in jest;
From thee to die, were torture more than death;

Oh, let me stay, befall what may befall.

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