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Henry VI part two

Act IV, Scene 4

London. The palace.
 
[Enter KING HENRY VI with a supplication, and the QUEEN with SUFFOLK'S head, BUCKINGHAM and Lord SAY]
 
QUEEN MARGARET
       ,             ,            ,      ,              ,
      Oft have | I heard | that grief | softens | the mind,
            ,          ,       ,       ,     ,
      And makes | it fear|ful and | dege|nerate;
        ,     ,                 ,           ,          ,
      Think there/fore on | revenge | and cease | to weep.
           ,          ,          ,          ,         ,
      But who | can cease | to weep,| and look | on this.
        ,              ,     ,            ,           ,
      Here may | his head | lie on | my throb|bing breast:
             ,           ,      ,         ,         ,
      But where's | the bo|dy that | I should | embrace?
 
BUCKINGHAM
What answer makes your grace to the rebels' supplication?
 
KING HENRY VI
             ,          ,      ,      ,       ,
      I'll send | some ho|ly bish|op to | entreat;
           ,        ,        ,     ,        ,
      For God | forbid | so ma|ny sim|ple souls
              ,       ,         ,         ,       ,
      Should pe|rish by | the sword.| And I | myself,
       ,              ,      ,           ,           ,
      Rather | than bloo|dy war | shall cut | them short,
            ,               ,    ,           ,    ,
      Will par|ley with / Jack Cade | their ge|neral.
            ,           ,       ,       ,       ,
      But stay,| I'll read | it o|ver once | again.
 
QUEEN MARGARET
          ,    2     ,           ,           ,       ,
      Ah bar|barous vil|lains: hath | this love|ly face,
        T     T  .  T    2     ,       ,      ,
      Ruled like a wan|dering pla|net, o|ver me,
            ,         ,        ,           ,       ,
      And could | it not | enforce | them to | relent,
        ,            ,       ,       ,          ,
      That were | unwor|thy to | behold | the same.
 
KING HENRY VI
            ,           ,           ,          ,          ,
      Lord^Say,| Jack^Cade | hath sworn | to have | thy head.
 
SAY
       ,             ,           ,                 ,   ,
      Aye, but | I hope | your high|ness shall / have his.
 
KING HENRY VI
           ,     ,
      How now | madam?  ????
        ,       ,     2        ,             ,           ,
      Still la|menting and | mourning | for Suf|folk's death?
          ,          ,     ,        ,              ,
      I fear | me (love)| if that | I had | been dead,
        ,             ,            ,           ,        __
      Thou wouldst | not have | mourned so | much for | me.
 
QUEEN MARGARET
       ,      ,        ,         ,         ,        ,
      No my love, I should not mourn, but die for thee.  ????
 
[Enter a Messenger]
 
KING HENRY VI
           ,           ,          ,                 ,    ,
      How now?| What news?| Why comst | thou in / such haste?
 
MESSENGER
           ,       ,         ,          ,         ,
      The re|bels are | in South|wark: fly | my lord:
             ,          ,          ,          ,     ,
      Jack^Cade | proclaims | himself | Lord^Mor|timer,
          ,        ,          ,        ,           ,
      Descen|ded from | the Duke | of Cla|rence' house,
            ,            ,       ,      ,     ,
      And calls | your grace | usur|per o|penly
            ,         ,          ,         ,   ,
      And vows | to crown | himself | in West|minster.
           ,     ,      ,       ,      ,
      His ar|my is | a rag|ged mul|titude
           ,          ,           ,         ,      ,
      Of hinds | and pea|sants, rude | and mer|ciless:
            ,         ,        ,         ,           ,
      Sir Humph|rey Staf|ford and | his bro|ther's death
             x            ,          ,        ,        ,
      Hath given | them heart | and cou|rage to | proceed:
            ,         ,          ,    2     ,      ,
      All scho|lars, law|yers, cour|tiers, gen|tlemen,
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      They call | false caterpillars,| and intend | their death.
 
KING HENRY VI
          ,         ,           ,          ,          ,
      O grace|less men:| they know | not what | they do.
 
BUCKINGHAM
          ,          ,        ,        ,        ,
      My gra|cious lord,| return | to Kil|lingworth,
         ,        x           ,         ,           ,
      Until | a power | be raised | to put | them down.
 
QUEEN MARGARET
       ,              ,        ,        ,       ,
      Ah were | the Duke | of Suf|folk now | alive,
             ,        ,        ,          ,         ,
      These Ken|tish re|bels would | be soon | appeased.
 
KING HENRY VI
       __    ___         ,        ,        ,
      Lord | Say,| the trai|tors ha|teth thee,
        ,           ,          ,       ,        ,
      Therefore | away | with us | to Kil|lingworth.
 
SAY
       ,      2        ,         ,        ,       ,
      So might your | grace's | person | be in | danger.
            ,         ,      ,   2    ,           ,
      The sight | of me | is o|dious in | their eyes;
            ,         ,         ,      ,        ,
      And there|fore in | this ci|ty will | I stay,
            ,       ,        ,       ,      ,
      And live | alone | as se|cret as | I may.
 
[Enter another Messenger]
 
MESSENGER
       __     __          ,       ,         ,
      Jack | Cade | hath got|ten Lon|don bridge:
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      The ci|tizens | fly and for|sake their | houses:
           ,       ,         ,         ,       ,
      The ras|cal peo|ple, thir|sting af|ter prey,
        ,               ,        ,           ,        ,
      Join with | the trai|tor, and | they joint|ly swear
           ,          ,     ,          ,       ,
      To spoil | the ci|ty and | your roy|al court.
 
BUCKINGHAM
            ,       ,         ,      ,           ,
      Then lin|ger not | my lord,| away,| take^horse.
 
KING HENRY VI
            ,    2     ,          ,          ,       ,
      Come^Mar|garet, God | our hope | will suc|cor us.
 
QUEEN MARGARET
           ,         ,         ,        ,        ,
      My hope | is gone,| now Suf|folk is | deceased.
 
KING HENRY VI
            ,         ,           ,         ,        ,      ->
      Farewell | my lord,| trust^not | the Ken|tish re||bels.
 
BUCKINGHAM
        ,      , 2           ,         ,        ,
      Trust | nobody,| for fear | you be | betrayed.
 
SAY
            ,         ,        ,         ,     ,
      The trust | I have,| is in | mine in|nocence,
            ,         ,       ,         ,     ,
      And there|fore am | I bold | and re|solute.
 
[Exeunt]

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