18361225Good father staie you with the rude multitude, till I returne.

1836.11226Salb. I will sonne. Exet Salbury.

18541229King. Ah vnkle Gloster, heauen receiue thy soule.

18551230Farewell poore Henries ioy, now thou art gone.

18571231VVar. Now by his soule that tooke our shape vpon him,

18591232To free vs from his fathers dreadfull curse,

18601233I am resolu'd that violent hands were laid,

18611234Vpon the life of this thrise famous Duke.

18621235Suffolk. A dreadfull oth sworne with a solemne toong,

18631236What instance giues Lord Warwicke for these words?

18651237VVar. Oft haue I seene a timely parted ghost,

18661238Of ashie semblance, pale and bloodlesse,

18641239But loe the blood is setled in his face,

18671240More better coloured then when he liu'd,

18791241His well proportioned beard made rough and sterne,

18761242His fingers spred abroad as one that graspt for life,

18771243Yet was by strength surprisde, the least of these are probable,

18811244It cannot chuse but he was murthered.

18841245Queene. Suffolke and the Cardinall had him in charge,

18851246And they I trust sir, are no murtherers.

18861247VVar. I, but twas well knowne they were not his friends,

18891248And tis well seene he found some enemies.

18901249Card. But haue you no greater proofes then these?

18921250VVar. Who sees a hefer dead and bleeding fresh,

18931251And sees hard-by a butcher with an axe,

18941252But will suspect twas he that made the slaughter?

18951253Who findes the partridge in the puttocks neast,

18961254But will imagine how the bird came there,

18971255Although the kyte soare with vnbloodie beake?

18981256Euen so suspitious is this Tragidie.

19001257Queene. Are you the kyte Bewford, where's your talants?

18991258Is Suffolke the butcher, where's his knife?

19011259Suffolke. I weare no knife to slaughter sleeping men,

19021260But heres a vengefull sword rusted with case,

19031261That shall be scoured in his rankorous heart,

19041262That slanders me with murthers crimson badge,

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