The first part of the contention of the two famous
17151187Then by iu
st proofe you can a
ffirme,
1715.11188For as the
sucking childe or harmlesse lambe,
1715.21189So is he innocent of trea
son to our
state.
17231191How now Su
ffolke, where's our vnkle?
17251192Suffolke. Dead in his bed, my Lord Glo
ster is dead.
17301194Queen. Ay-me, the King is dead: help, help, my Lords.
17371195Suffolke. Comfort my Lord, gratious Henry comfort.
17391196Kin. What doth my Lord of Su
ffolk bid me comfort?
17401197Came he euen now to
sing a Rauens note,
17421198And thinkes he that the cherping of a Wren,
17431199By crying comfort through a hollow voice,
17441200Can
sati
sfie my griefes, or ea
se my heart:
17481201Thou balefull me
ssenger out of my
sight,
17491202For euen in thine eye-bals murther
sits,
17531204And kill the
silly gazer with thy lookes.
17561205Queene. Why do you rate my Lord of Su
ffolke thus,
17571206As if that he had cau
sde Duke Humphreys death?
17591207The Duke and I too, you know were enemies,
17601208And you had be
st say that I did murther him.
17721209King. Ah woe is me, for wretched Glo
sters death.
17731210Queene. Be woe for me more wretched then he was,
17741211What doe
st thou turne away and hide thy face?
17751212I am no loath
some leoper looke on me,
17821213Was I for this nigh wrackt vpon the
sea,
17831214And thri
se by aukward winds driuen back from Englands bounds,
17851215What might it bode, but that well foretelling
17861216Winds,
said,
seeke not a
scorpions nea
st.
18221217Enter the Earles of Warwicke and Salisbury. 18271218War. My Lord, the Commons like an angrie hiue of bees,
1827.11219Run vp and downe, caring not whom they
sting,
18251220For good Duke Humphreys death, whom they report
18261221To be murthered by Su
ffolke and the Cardinall here.
18321222King. That he is dead good Warwick, is too true,
18331223But how he died God knowes, not Henry.
18341224War. Enter his priuie chamber my Lord and view the bodie.
Good