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The coast of Kent.
[Alarum. Fight at sea. Ordnance goes off. Enter a Captain, a Master, a
Master's-mate, WALTER WHITMORE, and others; with them SUFFOLK, and others,
prisoners]
CAPTAIN
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The gau|dy blab|bing and | remorse|ful day,
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Is crept | into | the bos|om of | the sea:
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And now loud-howl|ing wolves | arouse | the jades
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That drag | the trag|ic mel|ancho|ly night:
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Who with | their drow|sy, slow,| and flag|ging
wings
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Clip dead men's | graves, and | from their mis|ty
jaws, ??
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Breathe foul contag|ious dark|ness in | the air:
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Therefore | bring forth the sol|diers of | our
prize,
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For whilst | our pin|nace anch|ors in | the Downs,
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Here shall | they make | their rans|om on | the
sand,
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Or with | their blood | stain this | discol|ored
shore.
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Master,| this pris|oner free|ly give | I thee,
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And thou | that art | his mate,| make boot | of
this:
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The oth|er, Walt|er Whit|more is / thy share.
FIRST GENTLEMAN
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What is | my rans|om mast|er, let | me know.
MASTER
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A thous|and crowns,| or else | lay down | your
head.
MATE
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And so | much shall / you give,| or off | goes^yours.
CAPTAIN
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What think | you much | to pay two thous|and
crowns,
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And bear | the name | and port | of gent|lemen?
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Cut both | the vil|lains' throats,| for die | you
shall:
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The lives | of those | which^we | have lost | in
fight,
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Be count|erpoised | with such | a pet|ty sum.
FIRST GENTLEMAN
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I'll give | it sir,| and there|fore spare | my
life.
SECOND GENTLEMAN
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And so | will I,| and write | home for | it
straight.
WHITMORE
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I lost | mine^eye | in lay|ing the prize |
aboard,
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And there|fore to | revenge | it, shalt | thou
die,
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And so | should these,| if I | might have | my
will.
CAPTAIN
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Be not | so rash,| take rans|om, let | him live.
SUFFOLK
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Look^on | my George,| I am | a gent|leman,
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Rate me | at what | thou wilt,| thou shalt | be
paid.
WHITMORE
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And so am | I: my | name is | Walter | Whitmore*.
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How now?| why startst | thou? What | doth death |
affright?
SUFFOLK
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Thy name | affrights | me, in | whose^sound | is
death:
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A cun|ning man | did cal|culate | my birth,
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And told | me that | by Walt|er I | should die:
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Yet let | not^this | make thee be |
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Thy name | is Gault|ier, being | rightly
| sounded.
WHITMORE
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Gaultier | or Walt|er, which | it is I / care not:
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Never yet | did base | dishon|or blur | our name,
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But with | our sword | we wiped | away | the
blot.
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Therefore,| when merch|ant-like | I sell |
revenge,
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Broke be | my sword,| my arms | torn and |
defaced,
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And I | proclaimed | a cow|ard through | the
world.
SUFFOLK
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Stay Whitmore,| for thy pris|oner is | a prince,
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The Duke | of Suf|folk, Wil|liam de | la Pole.
WHITMORE
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The Duke | of Suf|folk, muf|fled up | in rags?
SUFFOLK
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Aye, but | these rags | are no | part of | the
duke.
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Jove sometimes | went disguised,| and why | not
I?
CAPTAIN
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But Jove | was nev|er slain | as thou | shalt be.
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Obscure | and low|ly swain,| King^Hen|ry's blood.
SUFFOLK
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The hon|ora|ble blood | of Lan|caster
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Must not | be shed | by such | a jad|ed groom:
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Hast thou | not kissed | thy hand,| and held | my
stirrup?
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Bare-headed plod|ded by my | foot-cloth mule,
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And thought | thee hap|py when | I shook | my
head.
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How of|ten hast | thou wait|ed at | my cup,
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Fed from | my trench|er, kneeled | down at | the
board,
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When I | have feast|ed with / Queen Marg|aret?
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Remem|ber it, and | let it make | thee
crest-|fallen,
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Aye, and | allay | this thy | abort|ive pride:
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How in | our void|ing lob|by hast | thou stood,
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And du|ly wait|ed for | my com|ing forth?
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This hand | of mine | hath writ | in thy |
behalf,
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And there|fore shall | it charm | thy ri|otous
tongue.
WHITMORE
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Speak capt/ain, shall | I stab | the for/lorn
swain.
CAPTAIN
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First let my | words stab him,| as he | hath me.
SUFFOLK
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Base slave, thy words | are blunt,| and so | art
thou.
CAPTAIN
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Convey | him hence,| and on our | longboat's side,
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Strike^off | his head.
SUFFOLK
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Thou darst | not for | thy own.
CAPTAIN
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Yes Pole.
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Pole?
CAPTAIN
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Pool, Sir | Pool?| Lord,
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Aye* ken|nel, pud|dle, sink,| whose^filth | and
dirt
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Troubles | the silv|er spring,| where Eng|land
drinks:
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Now will | I dam | up this | thy yawn|ing mouth,
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For swal|lowing | the treas|ure of | the realm.
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Thy lips | that kissed | the queen,| shall sweep
| the ground:
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And thou | that smiledst | at good |
Duke^Humph|rey's death,
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Against | the sense|less winds | shalt grin | in
vain,
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Who^in | contempt | shall hiss | at thee | again.
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And wed|ded be | thou to | the hags | of hell,
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For dar|ing to | affy | a migh|ty lord
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Unto | the daught|er of | a worth|less king,
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Having | neither | subject,| wealth, nor |
diadem:
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By devil|ish pol|icy | art thou grown great,
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And like | ambi|tious Syl|la ov|ergorged,
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With gob|bets of | thy moth|er's bleed|ing heart.
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By thee | Anjou | and Maine | were sold | to
France,
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The false | revolt|ing Nor|mans tho|rough thee,
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Disdain | to call | us lord,| and Pic|ardy
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Hath slain | their gov|ernors,| surprised | our
forts,
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And sent | the rag|ged sol|diers wound|ed home.
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The prince|ly War|wick, and | the Nev|ils all,
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Whose^dread|ful swords | were nev|er drawn | in
vain,
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As hat|ing thee,| are ris|ing up | in arms.
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And now | the house | of York | thrust from | the
crown,
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By shame|ful murd|er of | a guilt|less king,
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And lof|ty proud | encroach|ing tyr|anny,
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Burns with | reveng|ing fire,| whose^hope|ful
colors
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Advance | our half-|faced sun, striv|ing to
shine;
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Under the | which is | writ, In|vitis nu|bibus.
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The com|mons here | in Kent | are up | in arms,
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And to | conclude,| reproach | and beg|gary,
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Is crept | into | the pal|ace of | our king,
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And all | by thee:| Away,| convey | him hence.
SUFFOLK
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O that I | were a | god, to | shoot
forth^|thunder
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U||pon these | paltry,| servile,^|abject^|drudges:
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Small things make | base men proud:| this
villain || here,
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Being | captain | of a pin|nace, threat|ens more
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Than Barg|ulus | the strong | Illy|rian pirate.
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Drones suck not | eagles' | blood, but |
rob^bee||hives:
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It is | impos|sible | that I | should die
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By such | a low|ly vas|sal as | thyself.
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Thy words | move^rage,| and not | remorse | in
me:
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I go | of mes|sage from | the queen | to France:
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I charge | thee waft | me safe|ly cross | the
Channel.
CAPTAIN
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Walter: \\
WHITMORE
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Come, Suf/folk, I | must waft | thee to | thy
death.
SUFFOLK
Pine gelidus timor occupat artus, it is thee I fear.
WHITMORE
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Thou shalt | have cause | to fear | before | I
leave || thee.
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What,| are ye daunt|ed now?| Now will | ye stoop.
FIRST GENTLEMAN
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My gra|cious lord | entreat | him, speak | him
fair.
SUFFOLK
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Suffolk's | imper|ial tongue | is stern | and
rough:
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Used to com|mand, un|taught to | plead for |
favor.
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Far be | it, we | should hon|or such | as these
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With hum|ble suit:| no, rather let | my head
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Stoop to the | block, than | these knees bow | to
a||ny,
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Save | to the God | of heaven,| and to | my king:
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And soon|er dance | upon | a bloo|dy pole,
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Than stand | uncov|ered to | the vul|gar groom.
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True no|bili|ty, is | exempt | from fear:
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More can | I bear,| than you | dare^ex|ecute.
CAPTAIN
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Hale him | away,| and let | him talk | no more:
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Come* sol|diers, show | what cru|elty | ye can.
SUFFOLK
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That this | my death | may nev|er be | forgot.
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Great men oft | die by | vile be|zonians.
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A Rom|an sword|er, and | bandit|to slave
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Murdered | sweet* Tul|ly. Brut|us' bast|ard hand
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Stabbed Jul/ius | Caesar.| Savage | islanders
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Pompey | the Great,| and Suffolk | dies by |
pirates.
[Exeunt Whitmore and others with Suffolk]
CAPTAIN
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And as | for these | whose rans|om we | have set,
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It is | our pleas|ure one | of them | depart:
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Therefore | come* you | with us,| and let him
go.
[Exeunt all but the First Gentleman. Enter WHITMORE with SUFFOLK's body]
WHITMORE
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There* let | his head,| and life|less bo|dy lie,
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Until | the queen | his mist|ress bu|ry it.
[Exit]
FIRST GENTLEMAN
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O bar|barous | and bloo|dy spec|tacle,
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His bo|dy will | I bear | unto | the king:
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If he | revenge | it not,| yet will | his
friends,
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So will | the queen,| that liv|ing, held | him
dear.
[Exit with the body]