For there I'll ship them all for Ireland. Suf. I'll fee it truly done, my Lord of York. [Exeunt. SCENE V. Manet York. York, Now, York, or never steel thy fearful thoughts, And change mifdoubt to refolution ; Be that thou hop'ft to be, or what thou art Refign to death, it is not worth th' enjoying. Let pale-fac'd fear keep with the mean-born man, Fafter than fpring-time fhow'rs comes thought on thought, And not a thought, but thinks on dignity. You put fharp weapons in a mad-man's hands. I have feduc'd a headstrong Kentish man, Mad-brain'd flaw.] Flaw is a fudden violent guft of wind. Το To make commotion, as full well he can, In Ireland have I feen this ftubborn Cade And fought fo long, till that his thighs with darts SCENE VI. An Apartment in the Palace. [Exit. Enter two or three, running over the Stage, from the murder of Duke Humphry. Firft. R UN to my Lord of Suffolk; let him know, We have dispatch'd the Duke, as he commanded. Second. Oh, that it were to do! what have we done? A wild Morifço.] A Moor in a military dance, now called a Morris, that is, a Moorish dance. Didst ever hear a man fo penitent? Enter Suffolk. Firft. Here comes my Lord. Suf. Now, Sir, have you difpatch'd this thing? Suf. Why, that's well faid. house ; Go, get you to my I will reward you for this vent'rous deed. The King and all the Peers are here at hand.- First. 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 ftrait. Say, we intend to try his Grace to day, If he be guilty, as 'tis published. Suf. I'll call him presently, my noble Lord. [Exit. K. Henry. Lords, take your places. And, I pray you all, Proceed no ftraiter 'gainft our uncle Glo'fter, Than from true evidence, of good efteem, Q. Mar. God forbid, any malice should prevail, That faultless may condemn a Nobleman! Pray God, he may acquit him of suspicion ! K. Henry. I thank thee. Well, these words content me much. 2 2 In former Editions: I thank thee, Nell, thefe words content me much.] This is K. Henry's Reply to his Wife Margaret. There can be no Reason why he should forget his own's Wife's Name, and call her 2 Nell inftead of Margaret. As the Change of a fingle Letter fets all right, I am willing to fuppofe it came from his Pen thus ; I thank thee: Well, these words content me much. THEOBALD. Enter Enter Suffolk. How now? why look'st thou fo pale? why tremblest thou? Where is our Uncle? what is the matter, Suffolk? Car. God's fecret judgment. I did dream to night, The Duke was dumb, and could not speak a word. [King fwoons. Q. Mar. How fares my Lord? help, Lords, the King is dead. Som. Rear up his body, wring him by the nose. Suf. He doth revive again. Madam be patient. Q. Mar. How fares my gracious Lord ? Suf. Comfort, my Sovereign; gracious Henry, com fort. K. Henry. What, doth my Lord of Suffolk comfort me ? 3 Came he right now to fing a raven's note, 3 Right now.] Just now; even now. And And kill the innocent gazer with thy fight; Q. Mar. Why do you rate my Lord of Suffolk thus? Although the Duke was enemy to him, Yet he, moft Chriftian-like, laments his death. Might liquid tears, or heart-offending groans, What know I, how the world may deem of me? So fhall my name with flander's tongue be wounded, K. Henry. Ah, woe is me for Glofter, wretched. man! Q. Mar. Be woe for me, more wretched than he is. What, art thou like the adder waxen deaf? Be woe for me.] That is, let not woe be to thee for Gloucester, but for me. Nor |