* With sorrow snares relenting passengers: *Or as the snake, roll'd in a flowering bank,1 * With shining checker'd slough, doth sting a child, *That, for the beauty, thinks it excellent.

*

* Believe me, lords, were none more wise than I (And yet, herein, I judge mine own wit good,) This Gloster should be quickly rid the world, To rid us from the fear we have of him. * Car. That he should die, is worthy policy: * But yet we want a colour for his death: * 'Tis meet, he be condemn'd by course of law. *Suff. But, in my mind, that were no policy; * The king will labour still to save his life * The commons haply rise to save his life ; * And yet we have but trivial argument, *More than mistrust, that shows him worthy death. * York. So that, by this, you would not have him die.

* Suff. Ah, York, no man alive so fain as I. *York. 'Tis York that hath more reason for his death.—2

* But, my lord cardinal, and you, my lord of Suffolk,

*Say as you think, and speak it from your souls, * Wer't not all one, an empty eagle were set * To guard the chicken from a hungry kite, * As place Duke Humphrey for the king's protector? Q. Mar. So the poor chicken should be sure of death.

Suff. Madam, 'tis true: And wer't not mad

ness, then,

To make the fox surveyor of the fold?
Who being accus'd a crafty murderer,
His guilt should be but idly posted over,
Because his purpose is not executed.
'No; let him die, in that he is a fox,

By nature prov'd an enemy to the flock, Before his chaps be stain'd with crimson blood; As Humphrey, prov'd by reasons, to my liege.3 And do not stand on quillets, how to slay him : Be it by gins, by snares, by subtilty, 'Sleeping or waking, 'tis no matter how, 'So he be dead; for that is good deceit 'Which mates4 him first, that first intends deceit. * Q. Mar. Thrice-noble Suffolk, 'tis resolutely

spoke.

*Suff. Not resolute, except so much were done; * For things are often spoke, and seldom meant: * But, that my heart accordeth with my tongue,— * Seeing the deed is meritorious,

* And to preserve my sovereign from his foe,Say but the word, and I will be his priest."

* Car. But I would have him dead, my lord of Suffolk,

* Ere you can take due orders for a priest:
*Say, you consent, and censures well the deed,
* And I'll provide his executioner,

* I tender so the safety of my liege.

* Suff. Here is my hand, the deed is worthy doing. * Q. Mar. And so say

I.

* York. And I and now we three have spoke it, * It skills not greatly" who impugns our doom.

* Car. A breach, that craves a quick expedient' stop!

'What counsel give you in this weighty cause? 'York. That Somerset be sent as regent thither ''Tis meet, that lucky ruler be employ'd ; Witness the fortune he hath had in France. 'Som. If York, with all his far-fet9 policy, 'Had been the regent there instead of me, 'He never would have staid in France so long. 'York. No, not to lose it all, as thou hast done. I rather would have lost my life betimes, *Than bring a burden of dishonour home, * By staying there so long, till all were lost. * Show me one scar character'd on thy skin: * Men's flesh preserv'd so whole, do seldom win * Q. Mar. Nay then, this spark will prove a raging

fire,

* If wind and fuel, be brought to feed it with: No more, good York:-sweet Somerset, be still :Thy fortune, York, hadst thou been regent there, * Might happily have prov'd far worse than his. York. What, worse than naught? nay, then a

shame take all!

'Som. And in the number, thee, that wishest shame!

'Car. My lord of York, try what your fortune is. The uncivil Kernes of Ireland are in arms, And temper clay with blood of Englishmen : 'To Ireland will you lead a band of men, Collected choicely, from each county some, And try your hap against the Irishmen?

* York. I will, my lord, so please his majesty. *Suff. Why, our authority is his consent; * And, what we do establish, he confirms: * Then, noble York, take thou this task in hand. 'York. I am content: Provide me soldiers, lords, 'Whiles I take order for mine own affairs. 'Suff. A charge, Lord York, that I will see per

form'd.

'But now return we to the false Duke Humphrey. 'Car. No more of him; for I will deal with him, That, henceforth, he shall trouble us no more And so break off: the day is almost spent : 'Lord Suffolk, you and I must talk of that event. York. My lord of Suffolk, within fourteen days, 'At Bristol I expect my soldiers;

For there I'll ship them all for Ireland. Suff. I'll see it truly done, my lord of York. [Exeunt all but YORK.

York. Now, York, or never, steel thy fearful

thoughts,

And change misdoubt to resolution :

* Be that thou hop'st to be; or what thou art * Resign to death, it is not worth the enjoying: *Let pale-fac'd fear keep with the mean-born man, * And find no harbour in a royal heart. *Faster than spring-time showers, comes thought on thought;

*And not a thought, but thinks on dignity.

* My brain, more busy than the labouring spider, * Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies. * Well, nobles, well, 'tis politicly done, *To send me packing with an host of men: I fear me, you but warm the starved snake, * Who, cherish'd in your breasts, will sting your

hearts.

'Twas men I lack'd, and you will give them me: 'I take it kindly: yet, be well assur'd

You put sharp weapons in a madman's hands. 'While I in Ireland nourish a mighty band, * I will stir up in England some black storm, * Shall blow ten thousand souls to heaven, or hell : * And this fell tempest shall not cease to rage

stroyed, as being proved by reasons or arguments to be the king's enemy, before he has committed any actual crime.'

4 i. e confounds, overcomes

5 That is, 'I will be the attendant on his last scene; 1 will be the last man whom he shall see.' 6 i. e. judge or think well of it. 7 It matters not greatly. Shakspeare has the phrase in Twelfth Night, Act v. Sc. 1. S Expeditious.

9 Far-fetched

* Shaking the bloody darts, as he his bells.

* Full often, like a shag-hair'd crafty Kerne,

* Hath he conversed with the enemy;

* And undiscover'd come to me again,

* And given me notice of their villanies. *This devil here shall be my substitute; *For that John Mortimer, which now is dead, * In face, in gait, in speech, he doth resemble: By this I shall perceive the commons' mind, 'How they affect the house and claim of York. Say, he be taken, rack'd, and tortured: 'I know, no pain, they can inflict upon him, 'Will make him say-I mov'd him to those arms. Say, that he thrive (as 'tis great like he will,) 'Why, then from Ireland come I with my strength, And reap the harvest which that rascal sow'd: For, Humphrey being dead, as he shall be, "And Henry put apart, the next for me. [Exit. SCENE II.5 Bury. A Room in the Palace. Enter certain Murderers, hastily.

1 Mur. Run to my lord of Suffolk; let him know, * We have despatch'd the duke, as he commanded. *2 Mur. O, that it were to do!--What have we done?

* Didst ever hear a man so penitent?

Enter SUFFolk.

'1 Mur. Here comes my lord.

· Suff.

Despatch'd this thing?

'1 Mur.

Now, sirs, have you Ay, my good lord, he's dead. 'Suff. Why, that's well said. G, get you to my house;

'I will reward you for this venturous deed.
The king and all the peers are here at hand :-
Have you laid fair the bed? are all things well,
According as I gave directions?

'1 Mur. 'Tis, my good lord.

'Suff. Away, be gone! [Exeunt Murderers. Enter KING HENRY, QUEEN MARGARET, CARJINAL BEAUFORT, SOMERSET, Lords, and others. 'K. Hen. Go, call our uncle to our presence straight:

Say, we intend to try his grace to-day,
If he be guilty, as 'tis published.

Suff. I'll call him presently, my noble lord.

Exit. 'K. Hen. Lords, take your places ;—And, I pray you all,

1 Thus in Macbeth :

'All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.'

In King Henry IV. Part II. the crown is called golden rigol.'

2 A flaw is a violent gust of wind.

* Som. Rear

*

up his body; wring him by the nose. Q. Mar. Run, go, help, help!--O Henry, ope thine eyes!

* Suff. He doth revive again;-Madam, be pa

tient.

*K. Hen. O heavenly God!

* Q. Mar. How fares my gracious lord? Suff. Comfort, my sovereign! gracious Henry, comfort!

K. Hen. What, doth my lord of Suffolk comfort me?

Whose dismal tune bereft my vital powers; Came he right now" to sing a raven's note, And thinks he, that the chirping of a wren, By crying comfort from a hollow breast, Can chase away the first-conceived sound? Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words, *Lay not thy hands on me; forbear, I say; *Their touch affrights me, as a serpent's sting Thou baleful messenger, out of my sight! ' Upon thy eyeballs murderous tyranny Look not upon me, for thine eyes are wounding: Sits in grim majesty, to fright the world. And kill the innocent gazer with thy sight: 'Yet do not go away;-Come, basilisk, * For in the shade of death I shall find joy: * In life, but double death, now Gloster's dead! Q. Mar. Why do you rate my lord of Suffolk thus ?

* Although the duke was enemy to him,
* Yet he, most christianlike, laments his death-
* And for myself,-foe as he was to me,
* Might liquid tears, or heart-offending groans,
Or blood-consuming sighs recall his life,

I would be blind with weeping, sick with groans, Look pale as primrose, with blood-drinking sighs, * And all to have the noble duke alive. "What know I how the world may deem of me? "For it is known we were but hollow friends; may be judg'd, I made the duke away: So shall my name with slander's tongue be wounded,

• It

3 Kernes were Irish peasantry, who served as lightarmed foot soldiers. In King Richard II. they are called rough rug-headed Kernes.

4 A dancer in a morris-dance; originally, perhaps, meant to imitate a Moorish dance, and thence named. The bells suffic'ently indicate that the English morrisdancer is intended. It appears from Blount's Glossography, and some of our old writers, that the dance itself was called a morisco. Florio, in the first edition of his Italian Dictionary, defines 'Moresca, a kind of morice or antique dance, after the Moorish or Ethiopian fashion. The reader who would know more on this curious subject will do well to consult Mr. Douce's very

6 As nothing further is spoken either by Somerset or the cardinal, or by any one else, to show that they continue in the presence, it is to be presumed that they take advantage of the confusion cccasioned by the king's swooning, and slip out unobserved. The next news we hear of the cardinal, he is at the point of death 7 Just now.

8 As Esculap an herdsman did espie,
That did with easy sight enforce a basilisk to flie,
Albeit naturally that beast doth murther with the eye.'
Albion's England, b. i. c. iii.

9 And stop the rising of blood-sucking sighs.'
King Henry VI. Part IIÏ. Activ Sc 4

Q. Mar. Be woe for me,' more wretched than he is.

What, dost thou turn away, and hide thy face?
I am no loathsome leper, look on me.

* What, art thou, like the adder, waxen deaf?2
* Be poisonous too, and kill thy forlorn queen.
*Is all thy comfort shut in Gloster's tomb?
* Why, then dame Margaret was ne'er thy joy:
* Erect his statue then, and worship it,
* And make my image but an alehouse sign.
Was I, for this, nigh wreck'd upon the sea;
And twice by awkward3 wind from England's

bank

* Or turn our stern upon a dreadful rock ? * Yet Æolus would not be a murderer,

* But left that hateful office unto thee: *The pretty vaulting sea refus'd to drown me ; * Knowing, that thou would'st have me drown'd on shore,

* With tears as salt as sea, through thy unkindness: *The splitting rocks cower'd in the sinking sands, *And would not dash me with their ragged sides; *Because thy flinty heart, more hard than they, *Might in thy palace perish+ Margaret. * As far as I could ken thy chalky cliffs,

* When from the shore the tempest beat us back, *I stood upon the hatches in the storm:

* And when the dusky sky began to rob

*

My earnest-gaping sight of thy land's view,

I took a costly jewel from my neck,

*A heart it was, bound in with diamonds,-

* And threw it towards thy land;--the sea receiv'd it

* And so, I wish'd, thy body might my heart:
* And even with this, I lost fair England's view,
* And bid mine eyes be packing with my heart;
* And call'd them blind and dusky spectacles,
* For losing ken of Albion's wished coast.
* How often have I tempted Suffolk's tongue
*(The agent of thy foul inconstancy)
*To sit and witch me, as Ascanius did,
* When he to madding Dido would unfold

5

* His father's acts, commenc'd in burning Troy? * Am I not witch'd like her? or thou not false like him ?6

1 i. e. let not woe be to thee for Gloster, but for me. 2 This allusion, which has been borrowed from the Proverbs of Solomon, and Psalm Įviii. by many writers, Is oddly illustrated in a passage of Gower's Confessio Amantis, b. i. fo. x. ed. 1532.

3 The same uncommon epithet is applied to the wind by Marlowe in his Edward II. :—

With awkward winds, and with sore tempest driven To fall on shore. And by Drayton, Epistle from Richard II. to Queen Isabell :

'And undertook to travaile dangerous waies, Driven by awkward winds and boisterous seas.' 4 The verb perish is here used actively. Thus in Beaumont and Fletcher's Maid's Tragedy :— let not my sins

Perish your noble youth.'

5 The old copy reads 'watch me the emendation is Theobald's, who observes that it was Cupid in the semblance of Ascanius who bewitched Dido.' She, taking him for Ascanius, would naturally speak to him about his father, and would be witched by what she learned from him, as well as by the more regular narrative she had heard from Æneas himself.

6 Steevens thinks the word or should be omitted in this line, which would improve both the sense and metre. Mason proposes to read art instead of or.

7 Steevens proposed to read rain instead of drain.

can no more! Die, Margaret!

* Ah me, I * For Henry weeps, that thou dost live so long. Noise within. Enter WARWICK and SALISBURY. The Commons press to the door. 'War. It is reported, mighty sovereign, That good Duke Humphrey traitorously is murder'd

By Suffolk and the Cardinal Beaufort's means. 'The commons, like an angry hive of bees, That want their leader, scatter up and down, ' And care not who they sting in his revenge. 'Myself have calm'd their spleenful mutiny, Until they hear the order of his death.

K. Hen. That he is dead, good Warwick, 'tis too true;

But how he died, God knows, not Henry :

Enter his chamber, view his breathless corpse, 'And comment then upon his sudden death. War. That I shall do, my liege:-Stay, Salisbury,

With the rude multitude, till I return.

*

[WARWICK goes into an inner Room, and SALISBURY retires.

* K. Hen. O thou that judgest all things, stay my thoughts:

My thoughts, that labour to persuade my soul, * Some violent hands were laid on Humphrey's life * If my suspect be false, forgive me, God; * For judgment only doth belong to thee! *Fain would I go to chafe his paly lips. Upon his face an ocean of salt tears; * With twenty thousand kisses, and to drain" * To tell love unto his dumb deaf trunk, my * And with my fingers feel his hand unfeeling · * But all in vain are these mean obsequies; * And, to survey his dead and earthly image, *What were it but to make my sorrow greater?

The folding Doors of an inner Chamber are thrown open, and GLOSTER is discovered dead in his Bed · WARWICK and others standing by it.3 *War. Come hither, gracious sovereign, view this body.

*K. Hen. That is to see how deep my grave is made :

*For, with his soul, fled all my worldly solace; * For seeing him, I see my life in death." 'War. As surely as my soul intends to live "With that dread King that took our state upon him To free us from his Father's wrathful curse,

• I do believe that violent hands were laid 'Upon the life of this thrice-famed duke.

Suff. A dreadful oath, sworn with a solemn tongue!

'What instance gives Lord Warwick for his vow? War. See, how the blood is settled in his face! Oft have I seen a timely parted ghost,1o 'Of ashy semblance, meagre, pale, and bloodless,

8 This stage direction was inserted by Malone as best suited to the exhibition. The stage direction in the quarto is, 'Warwick draws the curtaines, and shows Duke Humphrey in his bed. In the folio,' A bed with Gloster's body put forth.' By these and other circumstances it seems that the theatres were then unfurnished with scenes. In those days, it appears that curtains were occasionally hung across the middle of the stage on an iron rod, which being drawn open formed a second apartment, when a change of scene was required. See Malone's Account of the ancient Theatres, prefixed to the variorum editions of Shakspeare.

9 How much discussion there has been about this simple passage, which evidently means:-'I see my own life threatened with extermination, or surrounded by death. Thus in a passage of the Burial Service, to which I am surprised none of the commentators have adverted, 'In the midst of life we are in death.'

10 Shakspeare has confounded the terms which signify body and soul together. So in A Midsummer Night's Dream :

damned spirits all,

That in cross-ways and floods have burial. The word is frequently thus licentiously used by ancient writers; instances are to be found in Spenser and others. A timely parted ghost,' says Malone, 'means a body that has become inanimate in the common coursə

'Being all descended to the labouring heart; Who, in the conflict that it holds with death, Attracts the same for aidance 'gainst the enemy: 'Which with the heart there cools and ne'er returneth

• To blush and beautify the cheek again.

But, see, his face is black, and full of blood
His eyeballs further out than when he liv'd,
Staring full ghastly like a strangled man :
His hair uprear'd, his nostrils stretched with
struggling;

Suff. Thou shan be waking, while I shed thy blood,

If from this presence thou dar'st go with me. War. Away even now, or I will drag thee hence; * Unworthy though thou art, I'll cope with thee, * And do some service to Duke Humphrey's ghost, [Exeunt SUFFOLK and WARWICK. *K. Hen. What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted?

Thrice is he armed, that hath his quarrel just; * And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted." [A Noise within.

men

'As guilty of Duke Humphrey's timeless death. War. Who finds the heifer dead, and bleeding fresh,

And sees fast by a butcher with an axe,
But will suspect, 'twas he that made the slaughter?
Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest,
But may imagine how the bird was dead,
Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak?
Even so suspicious is this tragedy.

Q. Mar. Are you the butcher, Suffolk; where's
your knife?

Is Beaufort term'd a kite ? where are his talons?
Suff. I wear no knife, to slaughter sleeping men;
But here's a vengeful sword, rusted with ease,
That shall be scoured in his rancorous heart,
That slanders me with murder's crimson badge:
Say, if thou dar'st, proud lord of Warwickshire,
That I am faulty in Duke Humphrey's death.

[Exeunt Cardinal, SOM. and others. War. What dares not' Warwick, if false Suffolk dare him?

Q. Mar. He dares not calm his contumelious spirit,

Nor cease to be an arrogant controller,

Though Suffolk dare him twenty thousand times. War. Madam, be still; with reverence may I

say;

For every word, you speak in his behalf,
Is slander to your royal dignity.

'Suff. Blunt-witted lord, ignoble in demeanour!
If ever lady wrong'd her lord so much,
Thy mother took into her blameful bed
Some stern untutor'd churl, and noble stock
Was graft with crab-tree slip; whose fruit thou art,
And never of the Nevils' noble race.

War. But that the guilt of murder bucklers thee, And I should rob the deathsman of his fee, Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames, And that my sovereign's presence makes me mild, I would, false murderous coward, on thy knee Make thee beg pardon for thy passed speech, And say it was thy mother that thou meant'st, That thou thyself wast born in bastardy : And after all this fearful homage done, Give thee thy hire, and send thy soul to hell, Pernicious bloodsucker of sleeping men!

of nature; to which violence has not brought a timeless end.' But Mr. Douce has justly observed, that timely may mean early, recently, newly.

1 i. e. the fingers being widely distended. 'Herein was the Emperor Domitian so cunning, that let a boy a good distance off hold up his hand, and stretch his

Q. Mar. What noise is this?
Re-enter SUFFOLK and WARWICK, with their
Weapons drawn.

'K. Hen. Why, how now, lords? your wrathful weapons drawn

Here in our presence? dare you be so bold ?— 'Why, what tumultuous clamour have we here? Suff. The traitorous Warwick, with the men of Bury,

Set all upon me, mighty sovereign.

Noise of a Crowd within. Re-enter SALISBURy. * Sal. Sirs, stand apart; the king shall know your mind.[Speaking to those within. Dread lord, the commons send you word by me, Unless false Suffolk straight be done to death, Or banished fair England's territories,

They will by violence tear him from your palace, * And torture him with grievous ling'ring death. They say, by him the good Duke Humphrey died They say, in him they fear your highness' death; And mere instinct of love and loyalty,Free from a stubborn opposite intent, 'As being thought to contradict your liking,'Makes them thus forward in his banishment.

;

They say, in care of your most royal person, *That, if your highness should intend to sleep, * And charge-that no man should disturb your rest, * In pain of your dislike, or pain of death * Yet notwithstanding such a strait edict, * Were there a serpent seen, with forked tongue, * That slily glided towards your majesty, * It were but necessary you were wak'd ; * Lest, being suffer'd in that harmful slumber, The mortal worm3 might make the sleep eternal, * And therefore do they cry, though you forbid, * That they will guard you, whe'r you will, or no, From such fell serpents as false Suffolk is; * With whose envenomed and fatal sting * Your loving uncle, twenty times his worth, *They say, is shamefully bereft of life.

Commons. [Within.] An answer from the king, my lord of Salisbury.

Suff. 'Tis like the commons, rude unpolish'd hinds,

Could send such message to their sovereign:
But you, my lord, were glad to be employ'd,
To show how quaint an orator you are:
But all the honour Salisbury hath won,
Is-that he was the lord ambassador,
Sent from a sort of tinkers to the king.
Commons. [Within.] An answer from the king,
or we'll all Break in.

'K. Hen. Go, Salisbury, and tell them all from me, I thank them for their tender loving care; And had I not been 'cited so by them, 'Yet do I purpose as they do entreat; For sure, my thoughts do hourly prophesy 'Mischance unto my state by Suffolk's means. And therefore-by His majesty I swear, 'Whose far unworthy deputy I am,—

fingers abroad, he would shoote through the spaces without touching the boy's hand, or any finger.'— Peacham's Complete Gentleman, 1622, p. 181.

2 Thus in Marlowe's Lust's Dominion :'Come, Moor; I'm arm'd with more than complete steel The justice of my quarrel.'

3 Deadly serpent. 4 i e dexterous. 5 A company

K. Hen. Ungentle queen, to call him gentle
Suffolk.

No more, I say; if thou dost plead for him,
Thou wilt but add increase unto my wrath.
'Had I but said, I would have kept my word :
But, when I swear, it is irrevocable :·

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

* The world shall not be ransom for thy life,-'Come, Warwick, come, good Warwick, go with

me;

I have great matters to impart to thee.

[Exeunt K. HENRY, WARWICK, Lords, &c. 'Q. Mar. Mischance, and sorrow, go along with you!

• Heart's discontent, and sour affliction, Be playfellows to keep you company There's two of you, the devil make a third! And threefold vengeance tend upon your steps! *Suff. Cease, gentle queen, these execrations, * And let thy Suffolk take his heavy leave. 'Q. Mar. Fye, coward woman, and soft-hearted wretch!

• Hast thou not spirit to curse thine enemies?
Suff. A plague upon them! wherefore should I
curse them?

Would curses kill, as doth the mandrake's groan,2
I would invent as bitter-searching terms,
* As curst, as harsh, and horrible to hear,
Deliver'd strongly through my fixed teeth,
' With full as many signs of deadly hate,
As lean-fac'd Envy in her loathsome cave:
My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words:
Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint;
My hair be fix'd on end, as one distract;
Ay, every joint should seem to curse and ban:
And even now my burden'd heart would break,
Should I not curse them. Poison be their drink!
Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest that they taste!
Their sweetest shade, a grove of cypress trees !3
Their chiefest prospect, murdering basilisks!
Their softest touch, as smart as lizards' stings!
Their music, frightful as the serpent's hiss:
And boding screechowls make the concert full !
All the foul terrors in dark-seated hell—

Q. Mar. Enough, sweet Suffolk; thou torment'st thyself;

* And these dread curses-like the sun 'gainst glass, * Or like an overcharged gun-recoil,

* And turn the force of them upon thyself.
Suff. You bade me ban," and will you bid me
leave?

Now, by the ground that I am banish'd from,
Well could I curse away a winter's night,
Though standing naked on a mountain top,
Where biting cold would never let grass grow,
And think it but a minute spent in sport.

* Q. Mur. O, let me entreat thee, cease!
me thy hand,

Give

[Kisses his hand. That thou might'st think upon these by the seal, 'Through whom a thousand sighs are breath'd for thee !6

'So, get thee gone, that I may know my grief;
"Tis but surmis'd whilst thou art standing by,
* As one that surfeits thinking on a want.
I will repeal thee, or, be well assur'd,
'Adventure to be banished myself:

*

* And banished I am, if but from thee. Go, speak not to me; even now be gono. * O, go not yet!-Even thus two friends conde omm'é * Embrace, and kiss, and take ten thousand leaves, Loather a hundred times to part than die.

* Yet now farewell; and farewell life with thee!

Suff. Thus is poor Suffoiz ten times banished, Once by the king, and three times thrice by thec. * "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, desolation.”

* I can no more :-Live thou to joy thy life;
* Myself no joy in nought, but that thou best,
Enter VAUX.

'Q. Mar. Whither goes Vaux so fast? what news, I pr'ythee?

Vaux. To signify unto his majesty, That cardinal Beaufort is at point of death: For suddenly a grievous sickness took hin, That makes him gasp, and stare, and catch the air Blaspheming God, and cursing men on earth. Sometime, he talks as if Duke Humphrey's ghost 'Were by his side; sometime, he calls the king. And whispers to his pillow, as to him, *The secrets of his overcharged soul :*

And I am sent to tell his majesty, 'That even now he cries aloud for him. 'Q. Mar. Go, tell this heavy message to the king. [Exit VAUX. Ah me! what is this world? what news are these? But wherefore grieve I at an hour's poor loss," Omitting Suffolk's exile, my soul's treasure? 'Why only, Suffolk, mourn I not for thee,

And with the southern clouds, contend in tears; • Theirs for the earth's increase, mine for my sorrow's?

'Now, get thee hence: The king, thou know'st, is coming:

If thou be found by me, thou art but dead.

Suff. If I depart from thee, I cannot live:
And in thy sight to die, what were it else,
But like a pleasant slumber in thy lap?
Here could I breathe my soul into the air,
'As mild and gentle as the cradle-babe,
Dying with mother's dug between its lips.

begin to rave, they immediately see in them what they could not find in themselves, the deformity and folly of

thee.

4 This is one of the vulgar errors in the natural history of our ancestors. The lizard has no sting, and is quite harmless.

5 This inconsistency is very common in real life. Those who are vexed to impatience, are angry to see others less disturbed than themselves; but when others

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To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets
Macbeth.

9 Why do I lament a circumstance of which the im pression will pass away in an hour; while I neglect to think on the loss of Suffolk, my affection for whom no time will efface ?'