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Bury St. Edmund's. A room of state.
[Enter certain Murderers, hastily]
FIRST MURDERER
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Run to | my Lord | of Suf|folk: let | him know
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We have dis|patched the | duke, as | he
com|manded.
SECOND MURDERER
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Oh, that | it were | to do:| What have | we done?
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Didst ev|er hear | a man | so pen|itent?
[Enter SUFFOLK]
FIRST MURDERER
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Here comes | my lord. \\
SUFFOLK
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Now sirs, have | you dis|patched this | thing?
FIRST MURDERER
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Aye, my | good lord,| he's dead. \\
SUFFOLK
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Why that's | well* said.| Go, get you | to my
house,
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I will | reward | you for | this vent|urous deed:
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The king | and all | the peers | are here | at
hand.
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Have you / laid fair | the bed?| Is all |
things^well,
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Accord|ing as | I gave | direc|tions?
FIRST MURDERER
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'Tis, | my good* lord.
SUFFOLK
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,
Away,| be gone. \\
[Exeunt Murderers. Sound trumpets. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET,
CARDINAL, SOMERSET, with Attendants]
KING HENRY VI
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Go call | our unc|le to | our pres|ence straight:
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Say, we | intend | to try | his grace | today,
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If he | be guil|ty, as | 'tis pub|lished.
SUFFOLK
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I'll call | him pres|ently,| my nob|le lord.
[Exit]
KING HENRY VI
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Lords^take | your pla|ces: and | I pray | you all
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Proceed no straiter gainst our uncle Gloucester, ????
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Than from / true ev|idence,| of good | esteem,
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He be | approved | in prac|tice culp|able.
QUEEN MARGARET
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God for|bid an|y mal|ice should | prevail,
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That fault|less may | condemn | a nob|le man:
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Pray* God | he may | acquit | him of su|spicion.
KING HENRY VI
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I thank | thee Nell,| these words | content | me
much.
[enter SUFFOLK]
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How now?| Why lookst | thou pale?| Why trem|blest
thou?
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Where^is | our unc|le? What's | the mat|ter,
Suffolk?
SUFFOLK
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Dead in | his bed,| my lord:| Gloucester | is
dead.
QUEEN MARGARET
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Marry | God for|fend. \\
CARDINAL
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God's^sec|ret judg|ment: I | did dream | tonight,
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The duke | was dumb,| and could | not speak | a
word.
[KING HENRY VI swoons]
QUEEN MARGARET
, ,
T T . T ,
How fares | my lord?| Help lords, the king | is
dead.
SOMERSET
T T . T
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Rear up his bo|dy, wring | him by | the nose.
QUEEN MARGARET
T T T
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Run, go, help, help: Oh Henry ope thine eyes.
????
SUFFOLK
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He doth | revive | again,| madam be | patient.
KING HENRY VI
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O heaven|ly God.
QUEEN MARGARET
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How fares | my gra|cious lord?
SUFFOLK
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Comfort | my sove|reign, gra|cious Hen|ry
com||fort.
KING HENRY VI
, 2
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What,| doth my Lord | of Suf|folk com|fort me?
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Came he right now | to sing | a rav|en's note,
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Whose dis|mal tune | bereft | my vi|tal powers:
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And thinks | he, that | the chirp|ing of | a wren,
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By cry|ing com|fort from | a hol|low breast,
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Can chase | away | the first-|conceiv|ed sound?
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Hide^not | thy pois|on with | such^sug|ared
words,
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Lay^not | thy hands | on me:| forbear | I say,
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Their touch | affrights | me as | a serp|ent's
sting.
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Thou bale|ful mes|senger,| out of | my sight:
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Upon | thy eye-|balls, murd/erous | tyranny
T . T
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Sits in grim maj|esty,| to fright | the world.
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Look not u|pon me,| for thine^|eyes are |
wounding:
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Yet^do | not go | away:| come^bas|ilisk,
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And kill | the in|nocent gaz|er with | thy sight:
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For^in | the shade | of death,| I shall /
find joy;
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In life,| but doub|le death,| now Glouce|ster's
dead.
QUEEN MARGARET
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Why do | you rate | my Lord | of Suf|folk thus?
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Although | the duke | was en|emy | to him,
, ,
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Yet he | most* Chris|tian-like | laments | his
death:
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And for | myself,| foe as | he was | to me,
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Might^li|quid tears,| or heart-|offend|ing groans,
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Or blood-|consum|ing sighs | recall | his life;
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I would | be blind | with weep|ing, sick | with
groans,
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Look pale as prim|rose with | blood-drinking
sighs,
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And all | to have | the nob|le duke | alive.
, , ,
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What know | I how | the world | may deem | of me?
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For^it | is known | we were | but hol|low
friends:
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It may | be judged | I made | the duke | away.
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So shall my | name with | slander's | tongue be |
wounded,
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And princ|es' courts | be filled | with my |
reproach:
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This get | I by his | death: aye*| me un|happy,
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To be | a queen,| and crowned | with in|famy.
KING HENRY VI
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,
Ah woe | is me | for Glouce|ster, wretch|ed man.
QUEEN MARGARET
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Be woe | for me,| more^wretch|ed than / he is.
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What, dost | thou turn | away,| and hide | thy
face?
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I am | no loath|some lep|er, look | on me.
,
T T T
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What? Art | thou, like the^ad|der wax|en deaf?
, 2
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Be pois|onous too,| and kill | thy for/lorn
queen.
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Is all | thy com|fort shut | in Glouce|ster's
tomb?
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Why* then | dame^Marg|aret | was nere | thy joy.
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Erect | his sta|tue, and | worship | it,
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And make | my im/age but an | alehouse sign.
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Was I | for this | nigh* wrecked | upon | the sea,
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And twice | by awk|ward wind | from Eng|land's
bank
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Drove^back | again | unto | my nat|ive clime.
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What bod|ed this?| But well | forewarn|ing wind
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Did seem | to say,| Seek^not | a scorp|ion's
nest,
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T T
Nor set | no foot|ing on this | unkind shore?
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What did | I then?| But cursed | the gent|le
gusts,
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And he | that loosed | them forth | their braz|en
caves,
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And bid | them blow | towards^Eng|land's bles|sed
shore,
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Or turn | our stern | upon | a dread|ful rock:
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Yet Aeo|lus would | not be | a murd|erer,
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But left | that hate|ful of|fice un|to thee.
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The pret|ty-vault|ing sea | refused | to drown ||
me,
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Know|ing that thou | wouldst^have | me drowned |
on shore
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With tears | as salt | as sea,| through thy
un|kindness.
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The split|ting rocks | cowered | in the sink|ing
sands,
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And would | not dash | me with | their rag|ged
sides,
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Because | thy flin|ty heart,| more hard | than
they,
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Might in | thy pal|ace, per|ish Marg|aret.
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As far | as I | could ken | thy chal|ky cliffs,
,
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When from | thy shore,| the temp|est beat | us
back,
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I stood | upon | the hatch|es in | the storm:
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And when | the dus|ky sky,| began | to rob
,
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T T T
My earn|est-gap|ing sight | of thy land's view,
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I took | a cost|ly jew|el from | my neck,
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T T T
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A heart | it was bound in | with di|amonds,
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And threw | it towards | thy land:| the sea |
received it,
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And so | I wished | thy bo|dy might | my heart:
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And even | with this,| I lost | fair^Eng|land's
view,
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And bid | mine^eyes | be pack|ing with | my
heart,
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And called | them blind | and dus|ky spec|tacles,
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For los|ing ken | of Al|bion's wish|ed coast.
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How of|ten have | I tempt|ed Suf|folk's tongue
,
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(The a|gent of | thy foul | incon|stancy)
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To sit | and watch | me as | Ascan|ius did,
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When he | to mad|ding Di|do would | unfold
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His fath|er's acts,| commenced | in burn|ing
Troy.
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Am I not witched like her? Or thou not
false like him? ????
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Aye* me,| I can | no more:| die Marg/aret, [or
"Elmor" instead of "Margaret" in First Folio?]
, ,
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For Hen|ry weeps,| that thou | dost live | so
long.
[Noise within. Enter WARWICK, SALISBURY, and many Commons]
WARWICK
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It is re|ported,| mighty | sovereign,
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That good || Duke^Humph|rey trait|orously is
mur|dered
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By Suf|folk, and | the card|inal Beau|fort's
means:
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The com|mons like | an ang|ry hive | of bees
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That want | their lead|er, scat|ter up | and
down,
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And care not who | they sting | in his |
revenge.
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Myself | have calmed | their spleen|ful mut|iny,
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Until | they hear | the ord|er of | his death.
KING HENRY VI
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That he is | dead good*| Warwick,| 'tis too true,
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But how | he died,| God knows, not | Henry:
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Enter | his chamb|er, view | his breath|less
corpse,
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And com|ment then | upon | his sud|den death.
WARWICK
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That shall | I do | my liege;| Stay Sal/isbury
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With the / rude mult|itude,| till I | return.
[Exit]
KING HENRY VI
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O Thou | that judgest | all things, stay | my
thoughts,
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My thoughts,| that lab|or to | persuade | my
soul,
, 2 ,
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Some vi|olent hands | were laid | on Humph|rey's
life:
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If my | suspect | be false,| forgive | me God,
,
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For judg|ment on|ly doth | belong | to thee:
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Fain would | I go | to chafe | his pa|ly lips,
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With twen|ty thous|and kis|ses, and | to drain
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Upon | his face | an o|cean of / salt tears,
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To tell | my love | unto his | dumb deaf trunk,
, 2
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And with my | fingers | feel his | hand
un|feeling:
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But all | in vain | are these | mean^ob|sequies,
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And to | survey his | dead and | earthly | image:
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What were it | but to | make my | sorrow |
greater?
[Enter WARWICK and others, bearing GLOUCESTER'S body on a bed]
WARWICK
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, ->
Come^hith|er gra|cious sove|reign, view | this
bo||dy.
KING HENRY VI
, 2
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That | is to see | how deep | my grave | is made,
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x
For with | his soul | fled^all | my world|ly
solace:
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For see|ing him,| I see | my life | in death.
WARWICK
, ,
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As sure|ly as | my soul | intends | to live
2 ,
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With that dread | King that | took our | state
u|pon him,
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To free | us from | his fath|er's wrath|ful
curse,
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,
I do | believe | that vi|olent hands | were laid
, ,
, , ,
Upon | the life | of this / thrice-fam|ed duke.
SUFFOLK
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A dread|ful oath,| sworn with | a sol|emn tongue.
, ,
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,
What inst|ance^gives | Lord^War|wick for | his
vow.
WARWICK
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See how*| the blood | is set|tled in | his face.
,
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, ,
Oft have | I seen | a time|ly-part|ed ghost,
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Of ash|y sem|blance, meag|er, pale,| and
blood||less,
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Being | all de|scended | to the lab|oring heart,
,
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, ,
Who in | the con|flict that | it holds | with
death,
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Attracts the same for aidance against the
enemy, ????
, 2 ,
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Which with the | heart there*| cools, and | nere re|turneth,
, ,
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To blush | and beaut|ify | the cheek | again.
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But see,| his face | is black,| and full | of
blood:
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His eye-|balls further^out,| than when | he
lived,
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Staring | full ghast/ly, like^|a strang|led man:
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His hair upreared, his nostrils stretched with struggling: ????
,
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His hands | abroad | displayed,| as one | that
grasped
,
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And tugged | for life,| and was | by strength |
subdued.
, 2
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Look on the | sheets his | hair (you | see) is |
sticking,
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, x
His well-|propor|tioned beard,| made rough | and
rugged,
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Like to | the sum|mer's corn | by temp|est
lodged:
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It can|not be | but he | was murd|ered here,
,
, , , ,
The least | of all | these signs | were
prob|able.
SUFFOLK
, , ,
, ,
Why War|wick, who | should do | the duke | to
death?
, ,
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, 2->
Myself | and Beau|fort had | him in |
protec||tion, ??
, ,
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And we | I hope | sir, are | no murd|erers.
WARWICK
, ,
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,
But both | of you | were vowed | Duke^Humph|rey's
foes,
,
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, ,
And you |(forsooth)| had the / good duke | to
keep:
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'Tis like | you would | not feast | him like | a
friend,
, ,
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And 'tis | well seen, he found | an en|emy.
QUEEN MARGARET
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Then you | belike | suspect | these nob|lemen,
,
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As guil|ty of / Duke Humph|rey's time|less death.
WARWICK
, ,
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Who finds | the heif|er dead,| and bleed|ing
fresh,
,
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And sees | fast^by,| a butch|er with | an axe,
, 2 ,
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But will sus|pect, 'twas | he that | made the |
slaughter?
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, ,
Who finds | the part|ridge in | the put|tock's
nest,
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But may | imag|ine how | the bird | was dead,
, ,
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Although | the kite | soar with | unblood|ied
beak?
,
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,
Eene so | suspi|cious is / this trag|edy.
QUEEN MARGARET
, ,
, , ,
Are you | the butch|er, Suf|folk? Where's | your
knife?
, ,
, , 2
,
Is Beau|fort termed | a kite?| Where are his |
talons?
SUFFOLK
, T
T
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I wear | no knife, to slaught|er sleep|ing men,
,
, ,
, ,
But here's | a venge|ful sword,| rusted | with
ease,
, ,
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That shall | be scour|ed in | his ranc|orous
heart,
,
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,
That sland|ers me | with murd|er's crims|on
badge.
, 2
T T T
, ,
Say, if thou | darst, proud Lord | of
War|wick-shire,
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That I | am faul|ty in / Duke Humph|rey's death.
[Exeunt CARDINAL, SOMERSET, and others]
WARWICK
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What dares | not^War|wick, if / false Suffolk |
dare him?
QUEEN MARGARET
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He dares | not calm | his cont|umel|ious spirit,
, ,
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x
Nor cease | to be | an ar|rogant | controller,
??
, ,
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Though Suf|folk dare | him twen|ty thous|and
times.
WARWICK
, ,
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,
Madam | be still:| with reve|rence may | I say,
, ,
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,
For ev|ery word | you speak | in his | behalf,
, ,
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Is sland|er to | your roy|al dig|nity.
SUFFOLK
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Blunt-witted lord,| ignob|le in | demea||nor,
, 2 ,
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If | ever la|dy wronged | her lord | so much,
, ,
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,
Thy moth|er took | into | her blame|ful bed
,
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, ,
Some* stern | untut|ored churl;| and nob|le stock
, .
T T T
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Was graft | with crab-tree slip,| whose^fruit |
thou art,
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And nev|er of | the Nev|ils' nob|le race.
WARWICK
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But^that | the guilt | of murd|er buck|lers thee,
, ,
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And I | should rob | the deaths|man of | his fee,
, ,
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Quitting | thee *there|by of | ten^thous|and
shames,
,
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And that | my sove|reign's pres|ence makes | me
mild,
. T T T
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I would, false murd|erous cow|ard, on | thy knee
, ,
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Make thee | beg pard/on for | thy pas|sed speech,
,
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And say,| it was / thy moth|er that | thou
meantst,
,
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,
That thou | thyself | was born | in bast|ardy;
, ,
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And aft|er all | this fear|ful hom|age done,
,
, , ,
,
Give thee | thy hire,| and send | thy soul | to
hell,
,
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Perni|cious blood-|sucker | of sleep|ing men.
SUFFOLK
,
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, ,
Thou shall | be wak|ing, while | I shed | thy
blood,
, ,
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,
If from | this pres|ence thou / darst go | with
me.
WARWICK
, 2
, , ,
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Away | even^now,| or I | will drag | thee hence:
, , , ,
,
Unworth|y though | thou art,| I'll cope | with
thee,
,
, , ,
,
And do | some serv|ice to / Duke Humph|rey's
ghost.
[Exeunt SUFFOLK and WARWICK]
KING HENRY VI
, ,
, 2 ,
,
What strong|er breast|plate than a | heart
un|tainted?
,
, , ,
,
Thrice is | he armed,| that hath | his quar|rel
just;
, ,
, ,
,
And he | but nak|ed, though | locked^up | in
steel,
, , ,
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Whose^con|science with | injust/ice is
cor|rupted.
[A noise within]
QUEEN MARGARET
,
,
What noise | is this? \\
[Enter SUFFOLK and WARWICK, with their weapons drawn]
KING HENRY VI
,
,
Why how | now* lords?
, ,
,
Your wrath|ful weap|ons drawn,
,
, , , ,
Here in | our pres|ence? Dare | you be | so bold?
, ,
2 , ,
,
Why what | tumult|uous clam|or have | we here?
SUFFOLK
, 2
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The trait|orous War|wick, with | the men | of
Bury,
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, ,
Set all | upon | me, migh|ty sov|ereign.
SALISBURY
T T .
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,
Sirs stand apart,| the king | shall know | your
mind.
T T .
T , ,
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Dread lord, the com|mons send | you word | by me,
, T
Tx T ,
,
Unless | Lord Suffolk straight | be done | to
death,
, , , ,
x
Or ban|ished | fair^Eng|land's ter|ritories,
,
, 2 , ,
x
They will | by vi|olence tear | him from | your
palace,
, ,
, , ,
And tor|ture him | with griev|ous ling|ering
death.
,
, ,
, ,
They say,| by him | the good | Duke^Humph|rey
died:
, ,
, ,
,
They say,| in him | they fear | your high|ness'
death;
, T T
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And mere | instinct of love | and loy|alty,
,
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Free from | a stub|born op|posite | intent,
x ,
, , ,
As being | thought to | contra|dict your |
liking,
,
, , ,
,
Makes them | thus for/ward in | his ban|ishment.
,
, 2 , ,
,
They say,| in care | of your most | royal |
person,
, ,
, ,
,
That if | your high|ness should | intend | to
sleep,
,
, ,
, ,
And charge,| that no | man should | disturb |
your rest,
, ,
, ,
,
In pain | of your | dislike,| or pain | of death;
,
, , .
T T T
Yet not|withstand|ing such | a strait edict,
,
, , ,
,
Were there | a serp|ent seen,| with fork|ed
tongue,
, ,
, ,
,
That sly|ly glid|ed towards | your maj|esty,
,
, , ,
,
It were | but nec|essa|ry you | were waked:
, 2
, ,
, ,
Lest being | suffered | in that | harmful |
slumber,
,
, , ,
x
The mort|al worm | might make | the sleep |
eternal:
,
, , ,
,
And there|fore do | they cry,| though you |
forbid,
, ,
, ,
,
That they | will guard | you, where | you will,|
or no,
, , ,
T Tx T
From such | fell serp/ents as | false Suffolk is;
, ,
, ,
,
With whose | enven|omed | and fat|al sting,
,
, , ,
,
Your lov|ing unc|le, twen|ty times | his worth,
,
, ,
, ,
They say | is shame|fully | bereft | of life.
Commons [Within]
An answer from the king, my Lord of Salisbury.
SUFFOLK
,
, , ,
,
'Tis like | the com|mons, rude | unpol|ished
hinds,
, ,
, , ,
Could send | such mes|sage to | their sov|ereign:
,
, , ,
,
But you,| my lord,| were glad | to be | employed,
, , , , ,
To show | how quaint | an or|ator | you are.
, ,
, x ,
But all | the hon|or Sal|isbury | hath won,
,
, ,
, ,
Is, that | he was | the lord | ambas|sador
,
, , ,
,
Sent from | a sort | of tink|ers to | the king.
Commons [Within]
An answer from the king, or we will all break in.
KING HENRY VI
, x
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,
Go Sal|isbury,| and tell | them all | from me,
, , ,
, ,
I thank | them for | their tend|er lov|ing care;
,
, , ,
,
And had | I not | been cit|ed so | by them,
,
, ,
, ,
Yet did | I pur|pose as | they do | entreat:
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, , ,
For sure,| my thoughts | do hour|ly proph|esy,
,
, ,
, ,
Mischance | unto | my state | by Suf|folk's
means.
, ,
, , ,
And there|fore by | His maj|esty | I swear,
, , , ,
,
Whose far | unworth|y dep|uty | I am,
, ,
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,
He shall | not breathe | infec|tion in | this air,
, ,
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,
But three | days long/er, on | the pain | of
death.
[Exit SALISBURY]
QUEEN MARGARET
, ,
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x
Oh Hen|ry, let | me plead | for gent|le Suffolk.
KING HENRY VI
,
, ,
, x
Ungent|le queen,| to call | him gent|le Suffolk.
, ,
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,
No more | I say:| if thou | dost plead | for him,
,
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, ,
Thou wilt | but add | increase | unto | my wrath.
, ,
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,
Had I | but said,| I would | have kept | my word;
, ,
, , 2 ,
But when | I swear,| it is | irrev|ocable:
,
, ,
, ,
If aft|er three | days'^space | thou here |
beest^found,
,
, , ,
,
On an|y ground | that I | am rul|er of,
,
, ,
, ,
The world | shall not | be rans|om for | thy
life.
,
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, ,
Come^War|wick, come | good* War|wick, go | with
me,
, , ,
, ,
I have | great mat/ters to | impart | to thee.
[Exeunt all but QUEEN MARGARET and SUFFOLK]
QUEEN MARGARET
, , ,
, ,
Mischance | and sor|row go | along | with you,
T T
T , , ,
Heart's discon|tent, and | sour af|fliction,
, ,
, ,
,
Be play|fellows | to keep | you comp|any:
,
, ,
, ,
There's two | of you,| the dev|il make | a third,
. T T T
, , ,
And threefold venge|ance tend | upon | your
steps.
SUFFOLK
T Tx T , ,
,
Cease, gentle queen,| these^ex|ecra|tions,
,
, ,
, ,
And let | thy Suf|folk take | his hea|vy leave.
QUEEN MARGARET
T Tx T
,
,
,
Fie coward wom|an, and / soft-heart|ed wretch,
,
x , ,
,
Hast^thou | not spirit | to curse | thine en|emy?
SUFFOLK
, ,
, , 2 ,
A plague | upon | them: where|fore should I |
curse them?
,
, ,
. T T T
Would curs|es kill,| as doth | the mandrake's
groan,
,
, , , ,
I would | invent | as bit|ter-search|ing terms,
, ,
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,
As cursed,| as harsh,| and hor|rible | to hear,
, ,
, , ,
Deliv|ered strong|ly through | my fix|ed teeth,
, ,
, , ,
With full | as ma|ny signs | of dead|ly hate,
, , ,
, ,
As lean-|faced En/vy in | her loath|some cave.
,
, ,
, ,
My tongue | should stum|ble in | mine^earn|est
words,
, ,
, ,
,
Mine^eyes | should spark|le like | the beat|en
flint,
,
, ,
, ,
My hair | be fixed | on end,| as one | distract;
T Tx
T ,
, ,
Aye, every joint | should seem | to curse | and
ban,
, ,
, , ,
And ev|en now | my burd|ened heart | would break
, ,
, , ,
Should I / not curse | them. pois|on be | their
drink.
T T .
T , 2 , ,
Gall, worse than gall,| the daint|iest that |
they taste:
,
, ,
, ,
Their sweet|est shade,| a grove | of cyp|ress
trees:
,
, , 2
, ,
Their chief|est pros|pect, murd|ering bas|ilisks:
,
, ,
, ,
Their soft|est touch,| as smart | as
liz|ards'^stings:
, ,
, , ,
Their mus|ic, fright|ful as | the serp|ent's hiss,
,
, T T .
T ,
And bod|ing screech-|owls, make the con|cert
full.
T . T
T , , ,
All the foul ter|rors in / dark-seat|ed hell--
QUEEN MARGARET
,
, ,
, ,
Enough | sweet Suf/folk, thou | tormentst |
thyself,
2 ,
, ,
T . T T
And these* dread | curses,| like the | sun
against glass,
, ,
, , ,
Or like | an ov|ercharg|ed gun,| recoil,
, ,
, ,
,
And turn | the force | of them | upon | thyself.
SUFFOLK
, ,
, ,
,
You bade | me ban,| and will | you bid | me
leave?
,
, ,
, ,
Now* by | the ground | that I | am ban|ished from,
,
, , ,
,
Well could | I curse | away | a wint|er's night,
,
, , ,
,
Though stand|ing nak|ed on | a mount|ain top,
,
, ,
, ,
Where bit|ing cold | would nev|er let / grass
grow,
,
, , ,
,
And think | it but | a min|ute spent | in sport.
QUEEN MARGARET
, 2 ,
, ,
,
Oh let | me entreat | thee cease.| Give me | thy
hand,
,
, ,
, ,
That^I | may dew | it with | my mourn|ful tears:
, ,
, , ,
Nor let | the rain | of heav|en wet | this place,
, ,
, , ,
To wash | away | my woe|ful mon|uments.
,
, ,
, ,
Oh, could | this kiss | be print|ed in | thy
hand,
, ,
, ,
,
That thou | mightst^think | upon | these* by | the
seal,
,
, ,
, ,
Through whom | a thous|and sighs | are breathed |
for thee.
, ,
, ,
,
So get | thee gone,| that I | may know | my
grief,
, ,
, , ,
'Tis but | surmised,| whiles^thou | art stand|ing
by,
, , ,
, ,
As one | that surf|eits, think|ing on | a want:
, , ,
, ,
I will | repeal | thee, or | be well | assured,
,
, , ,
,
Advent|ure to | be ban|ished | myself:
, ,
, , ,
And ban|ished | I am,| if but | from thee.
T T T
2 , ,
,
Go, speak not | to me; ev|en now | be gone.
,
, 2 , ,
,
Oh go | not yet.| Even thus | two* friends |
condemned,
, ,
, ,
,
Embrace,| and kiss,| and take | ten* thous|and
leaves,
,
, ,
, ,
Loather | a hund|red times | to part | than die;
, ,
, ,
,
Yet now | farewell,| and fare|well life | with
thee.
SUFFOLK
,
, ,
, ,
Thus is | poor* Suf|folk ten | times ban/ished,
, 2
, T
T T ,
Once by the | king, and | three times thrice | by
thee.
, ,
, , ,
'Tis not | the land | I care | for, wert | thou
thence,
,
, , ,
,
A wild|erness | is pop|ulous | enough,
, ,
x , ,
So Suf|folk had | thy heaven|ly comp|any:
, ,
, ,
,
For where | thou art,| there is | the world |
itself,
, , , ,
,
With ev|ery seve|ral pleas|ure in | the world:
, T
T T , ,
And where | thou art not,| deso|lation.
,
, ,
, ,
I can | no more:| live thou | to joy | thy life,
,
, , ,
,
Myself | no joy | in nought,| but that | thou
livst.
[Enter VAUX]
QUEEN MARGARET
, 2 ,
, ,
,
Whither goes | Vaux so | fast? What | news I |
prithee?
VAUX
, , ,
, ,
To sig|nify | unto | his maj|esty,
, 2
, ,
, ,
That card|inal Beau|fort^is | at point | of
death:
, ,
, ,
x
For sud|denly | a griev|ous sick|ness took him,
,
, , ,
,
That makes | him gasp,| and stare,| and catch |
the air,
,
, ,
, ,
Blasphem|ing God,| and curs|ing men | on earth.
,
, ,
, ,
Sometime | he talks,| as if | Duke^Humph|rey's
ghost
, ,
, ,
,
Were by | his side:| sometime,| he calls | the
king,
, ,
, ,
,
And whisp|ers to | his pil|low, as | to him,
,
, , ,
,
The sec|rets of | his ov|ercharg|ed soul,
, ,
, , ,
And I | am sent | to tell | his maj|esty,
, ,
, ,
,
That ev|en now | he cries | aloud | for him.
QUEEN MARGARET
, , ,
, ,
Go tell | this hea|vy mes|sage to | the king.
[Exit VAUX]
T T T 2
, , ,
Aye me! What | is this world?| What news | are
these!
, , ,
2 T T T
But where|fore grieve | I at an | hour's poor
loss,
, , ,
, , ,
Omitting Suffolk's exile, my soul's treasure?
????
, ,
, ,
,
Why on|ly Suf|folk mourn | I not | for thee?
,
, , ,
,
And with | the south|ern clouds,| contend | in
tears?
, 2
, ,
, ,
Theirs for the | earth's in|crease, mine / for my
| sorrows.
, , ,
,
x
Now get | thee hence,| the king | thou knowst |
is coming, ??
,
, , ,
,
If thou | be found | by me,| thou art | but dead.
SUFFOLK
,
, , ,
,
If I | depart | from thee,| I can|not live,
, ,
, , ,
And in | thy sight | to die,| what were | it
else,
, ,
, ,
,
But like | a pleas|ant slum|ber in | thy lap?
,
, , ,
,
Here could | I breathe | my soul | into | the
air,
,
, , , ,
As mild | and gent|le as | the crad|le-babe,
, ,
, , ,
Dying | with moth|er's dug | between | its lips:
, ,
, ,
,
Where from | thy sight,| I should | be rag|ing
mad,
, ,
, ,
,
And cry | out for | thee to | close^up |
mine^eyes:
, ,
, ,
,
To have | thee with | thy lips | to stop | my
mouth:
, ,
, ,
,
So shouldst | thou eith|er turn | my fly|ing
soul,
, 2 ,
, , ,
Or I should | breathe it | so in|to thy | body,
,
, , ,
,
And then | it lived | in sweet | Ely|sium.
,
, , ,
,
To die | by thee,| were but | to die | in jest,
, ,
, ,
,
From thee | to die,| were tor|ture more | than
death:
,
, , ,
,
Oh let | me stay,| befall | what may | befall.
QUEEN MARGARET
, , ,
2 , 2
,
Away:| though part/ing be a | fretful
cor|rosive,
, , , ,
,
It is | appli|ed to | a death|ful wound.
,
T Tx T
, ,
To France | sweet Suffolk: let | me hear | from
thee:
, ,
,
, ,
For where|soere | thou art | in this / world's
globe,
, ,
, ,
,
I'll have | an Ir|is that | shall find | thee
out.
SUFFOLK
,
I go.
QUEEN MARGARET
,
, , oo
And take | my heart | with thee.|
SUFFOLK
, , , , ,
A jew|el locked | into | the woe|fullst cask,
, ,
, ,
,
That ev|er did | contain | a thing | of worth,
x
, , ,
,
Even as | a split|ted bark,| so sund|er we:
,
, ,
This way | fall I | to death.
QUEEN MARGARET
, ,
This way | for me.
[Exeunt severally]