Henry VI, Part 2 (Folio 1, 1623)
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The second Part of Henry the Sixt.
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1895Who finds the Partridge in the Puttocks Nest,
¶But may imagine how the Bird was dead,
¶Although the Kyte soare with vnbloudied Beake?
¶Qu. Are you the Butcher, Suffolk? where's your Knife?
1900Is Beauford tearm'd a Kyte? where are his Tallons?
¶That I am faultie in Duke Humfreyes death.
¶him?
¶Qu. He dares not calme his contumelious Spirit,
1910Nor cease to be an arrogant Controller,
¶Though Suffolke dare him twentie thousand times.
¶For euery word you speake in his behalfe,
¶Is slander to your Royall Dignitie.
1915Suff. Blunt-witted Lord, ignoble in demeanor,
¶If euer Lady wrong'd her Lord so much,
¶Thy Mother tooke into her blamefull Bed
¶Some sterne vntutur'd Churle; and Noble Stock
1920And neuer of the Neuils Noble Race.
¶Warw. But that the guilt of Murther bucklers thee,
¶And I should rob the Deaths-man of his Fee,
¶And that my Soueraignes presence makes me milde,
1925I would, false murd'rous Coward, on thy Knee
¶And after all this fearefull Homage done,
1930Giue thee thy hyre, and send thy Soule to Hell,
¶Warw. Away euen now, or I will drag thee hence:
1935Vnworthy though thou art, Ile cope with thee,
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Exeunt.
¶Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his Quarrell iust;
1940And he but naked, though lockt vp in Steele,
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A noyse within.
¶
Enter Suffolke and Warwicke, with their
1945Weapons drawne.
¶King. Why how now Lords?
¶Your wrathfull Weapons drawne,
¶Why what tumultuous clamor haue we here?
1950Suff. The trayt'rous Warwick, with the men of Bury,
¶Set all vpon me, mightie Soueraigne.
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Enter Salisbury.
¶minde.
1955Dread Lord, the Commons send you word by me,
¶Or banished faire Englands Territories,
¶They will by violence teare him from your Pallace,
¶And torture him with grieuous lingring death.
1960They say, by him the good Duke Humfrey dy'de:
¶And meere instinct of Loue and Loyaltie,
¶As being thought to contradict your liking,
1965Makes them thus forward in his Banishment.
¶In paine of your dislike, or paine of death;
¶Were there a Serpent seene, with forked Tongue,
1975The mortall Worme might make the sleepe eternall.
¶And therefore doe they cry, though you forbid,
¶That they will guard you, where you will, or no,
1980Your louing Vnckle, twentie times his worth,
¶of Salisbury.
¶But you, my Lord, were glad to be imploy'd,
¶To shew how queint an Orator you are.
¶But all the Honor Salisbury hath wonne,
1990Sent from a sort of Tinkers to the King.
¶breake in.
¶I thanke them for their tender louing care;
1995And had I not beene cited so by them,
¶Yet did I purpose as they doe entreat:
¶For sure, my thoughts doe hourely prophecie,
¶Mischance vnto my State by Suffolkes meanes.
2000Whose farre-vnworthie Deputie I am,
¶He shall not breathe infection in this ayre,
¶But three dayes longer, on the paine of death.
¶Qu. Oh Henry, let me pleade for gentle Suffolke.
¶King. Vngentle Queene, to call him gentle Suffolke.
¶Thou wilt but adde encrease vnto my Wrath.
¶Had I but sayd, I would haue kept my Word;
¶But when I sweare, it is irreuocable:
2010On any ground that I am Ruler of,
¶Come Warwicke, come good Warwicke, goe with mee,
¶I haue great matters to impart to thee.
Exit.
¶Be play-fellowes to keepe you companie:
¶There's two of you, the Deuill make a third,
¶And three-fold Vengeance tend vpon your steps.
2020And let thy Suffolke take his heauie leaue.
Queene. Fye
