'Tis like, you would not feast him like a friend; And 'tis well feen, he found an enemy. Q. Mar. Then you, belike, suspect these Noblemen, As guilty of Duke Humphry's timeless death. War. Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh, And fees faft by a butcher with an ax, But will fufpect, 'twas he that made the flaughter? Q. Mar. Are you the butcher, Suffolk? where's your knife? Is Beauford term'd a kite? where are his talons? War. What dares not Warwick, if falfe Suffolk dare him? Q. Mar. He dares not calm his contumelious fpirit, Nor cease to be an arrogant controller, Though Suffolk dare him twenty thousand times. War. Madam, be ftill. With rev'rence may I fay; For ev'ry word, you fpeak in his behalf, Is flander to your royal Dignity. Suf. Blunt-witted Lord, ignoble in demeanour, War. But that the guilt of murder buckler's thee, VOL. V. F I would, I would, false murd'rous Coward, on thy knee Suf. Thou shalt be waking, while I shed thy blood, If from this prefence thou dar'ft go with me. War. Away ev'n now, or I will drag thee hence; Unworthy though thou art, I'll cope with thee; And do fome service to Duke Humphry's ghost. [Exeunt. K. Henry. What ftronger breaft-plate than a heart untainted? Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel juft; Q. Mar. What noise is this? [A noife within./ Enter Suffolk and Warwick, with their weapons drawn. K. Henry. Why, how now, Lords? your wrathful weapons drawn Here in our presence! dare you be fo bold? Suf. The trait'rous Warwick with the men of Bury Set all upon me, mighty Sovereign. Noife of a crowd within. Enter Salisbury. Sal. Sirs, ftand apart; the King fhall know your mind. -Dread Lord, the Commons fend you word by me, Unless Lord Suffolk ftrait be done to death, Cr Or banished fair England's territories, They will by violence tear him from your Palace, As being thought to contradict your liking, Commons within. An anfwer from the King, my Suf. 'Tis like, the Commons, rude unpolish'd hinds, Could send fuch meffage to their Sovereign; But you, my Lord, were glad to be employ'd, To fhew how queint' an orator you are. But all the honour Salisbury hath won, Is, that he was the Lord Ambaffador Sent from a fort of tinkers to the King. Within. An answer from the King, or we will all break in. SA fort, is a company. K. Henry, K. Henry. Go, Salisbury, and tell them all from me, He fhall not breathe infection in this air Q. Mar. Oh Henry let me plead for gentle Suffolk. -If after three days space thou here be'ft found, The world fhall 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, &i. SCENE VIII. Manent Suffolk, and Queen. Q. Mar. Mifchance and Sorrow go along with you! Heart's Difcontent and four Affliction Be play-fellows to keep you company! Q. Mar. Fy, coward woman, and foft-hearted wretch, Haft thou not fpirit to curfe thine enemy? Suf. A plague upon them! Wherefore fhould I curfe them? Would 'Would curfes kill, as doth the mandrake's groan, Q. Mar. Enough, fweet Suffolk, thou torment it thyfelf; And thefe dread curfes, like the fun 'gainst glass, And turn the force of them upon thyself. Suf. You bad me ban, and will you bid me leave? Now, by the ground that I am banish'd from, Well could I curfe away a 1 Would curfes kill, as doth the mandrake's groan.] The fabulous accounts of the plant called a mandrake give it an inferiour degree of animal life, and relate, that when it is torn from the ground, it groans, and that this groan being certainly fatal to him that is offering fuch unwelcome violence, the practice of those who gather mandrakes is to tie one end of a string to the plant, and the other to a dog, winter's night, upon whom the fatal groan difcharges its malignity. You bad me ban, and will |