sir God help me Humphrey How camâ—st thou lame Poore man With falling off on a plum-tree Humphrey Wart thou blind and would clime plum-trees Poore man Neuer but once sir in all my life My wife did long for plums Humphrey But tell me wart thou borne blind Poore man Yea truly sir Woman Yea indeed sir he was borne blind Humphrey What art thou his mother Woman His wife sir Humphrey Hadst thou beene his mother Thou couldst haue better told Why let me see I thinke thou canst not see yet Poore man Yes truly master as cleere as day Humphrey Saist thou so what colour 's his cloake Poore man Why red maister as red as bloud Humphrey And his cloake Poore man Why that 's greene Humphrey And what colour 's his hose Poore man Yellow maister yellow as gold Humphrey And what colours my gowne Poore man Blacke sir as blacke as ieat King Then belike he knowes what colour ieat is on Suffolke And I think ieat did he neuer see Humph. But cloakes and gownes ere this day many a one But tell me sirra what 's my name Poore man Alas master I know not Humphrey What 's his name Poore man I know not Humphrey Nor his poore No truly sir Hum. Nor his name poore No indeed master Hum. What 's thine owne name poore Sander and it please you maister Hum. Then Sander sit there the lyingest knaue in Christendome If thou hadst been borne blind thou mightst aswell haue knowne all our names as thus to name the seuerall colours we do weare Sight may distinguish of colours but sodainly to nominate them all it is impossible My lords same Albons here hath done a miracle and would you not thinke his cunning to be great that could restore this cripple to his legs againe poore man Oh maister I would you could Humphrey My maisters of Saint Albons Haue you not Beadles in your Towne And things called whips Mayor Yes my lord if it please your grace Hum. Then send for one presently Mayor Sirra go fetch the Beadle hither straight exit one Hum. Now fetch me a stoole hither by and by Now sirra if you meane to saue your selfe from whipping Leape me ouer this stoole and runne away Enter Beadle poore Alas master I am not able to stand alone You go about to torture me in vaine Hum. Well sir we must haue you find your legs Sirra Beadle whip him til he leape ouer that same stoole Beadle I will my Lord come on sirra off with your doublet quickly poore Alas master what shall I do I am not able to stand After the beadle hath hit him one girke he leapes ouer the stoole and runs away and they run after him crying a miracle a miracle Hum. A miracle a miracle let him be taken againe and whipt through euery market Towne till he comes at Barwicke where he was borne Maior It shal be done my Lord. exit Mayor Suff. My lord Protector hath done wonders to day He hath made the blind to see and the halt to go Hum. Yea but you did greater wonders when you made whole Dukedomes flie in a day Witnesse France King Haue done I say and let me heare no more of that Enter the Duke of Buckingham What newes brings Duke Humphrey of Buckingham Buck Ill newes for some my lord and this it is That prowd dame Elnor our Protectors wife Hath plotted Treasons gainst the King and Peeres By witchcrafts sorceries and coniurings Who by such meanes did raise a spirit vp To tell her what hap should betide the state But ere they had finisht their diuellish drift By Yorke and my selfe they were all surprizde And here 's the answer the diuell did make to them King First of the King what shall become of him Reads The Duke yet liues that Henry shall depose Yet him out liue and die a violent death Gods wil be done in all What fate awaits the Duke of Suffolke By water shall he die and take his end Suff. By water must the duke of Suffolke diet It must be so or els the diuell doth lie King Let Somerset shun castles For safer shall he be vpon the sandy plaines Then where castles mounted stand Car. Here 's good stuffe how now my lord protector This newes I thinke hath turnde your weapons point I am in doubt you le scarcely keepe your promise Humph. Forbeare ambitious prelate to vrge my griefe And pardon me my gracious soueraigne For here I sweare vnto your maiesty That I am guiltlesle of these hainous crimes Which my ambitious wife hath falsly done And for she would betray her soueraigne lord There renounce her from my bed and boord And leaue her open for the law to iudge Vnlesse she cleere her selfe of this foule deed King Come my lords this night wee le lodge in S. Albons And to morrow we will ride to London And trie the vtmost of these treasons forth Come vnkle Gloster along with vs My mind doth tell me thou art innocent exeunt omnes Enter the Duke of Yorke and the Earles of Salsbury and Warwicke Yorke My lords our simple supper ended thus Let me reueale vnto your honors here The right and title of the house of Yorke To Englands Crowne by lineall descent War Then Yorke begin and if thy claime be good The Neuills are thy subiects to commaund Yorke Then thus my lords Edward the third had seuen sonnes The first was Edward the blacke Prince Prince of Wales The second was Edmund of Langley Duke of Yorke The third was Lyonell Duke of Clarence The fourth was Iohn of Gaunt The Duke of Lancaster The fifth was Roger Mortemer Earle of March The sixt was sir Thomas of Woodstocke William of Winsore was the seuenth and last Now Edward the black prince he died before his father left behinde him Richard that afterwards was King crowned by the name of Richard the second and he died without an heire Edmund of Langly duke of Yorke died and left behind him two daughters Anne and Elinor Lyonel duke of Clarence died and left behind Alice Anne and Elinor that was after married to my father and by her I claime the Crowne as the true heyre to Lyonell Duke of Clarence the third sonne to Edward the third Now sir In the time of Richards raigne Henry of Bullenbrooke sonne and heire to Iohn of Gaunt the Duke of Lancaster fourth son to Edward the third he claimde the crown deposde the mirthful King and as you both know in Pomphret Castle harmles Richard was shamefully murthered and so by Richards death came the house of Lancaster vnto the Crowne Sals Sauing your tale my lord as I haue heard in the raigne of Bullenbrook the Duke of York did claime the Crown and but for Owen Glendor had bin King Yorke True but so it fortuned then by meanes of that monstrous rebell Glendor the noble Duke of Yorke was done to death and so euer since the heires of Iohn of Gaunt haue possessed the Crowne But if the issue of
glad he met her non Vnckle Gloster what answere makes your grace Concerning our Regent for the Realme of France Whom thinkes your grace is meetest for to send Humph. My gracious Lord then this is my resolue For that these words the Armourer doth speake Doth breede suspition on the part of Yorke Let Somerset be Regent ouer the French Till trial 's made and Yorke may cleere himselfe King Then be it so my Lord of Somerset We make your grace Regent ouer the French And to defend our rights gainst forraine foes And so do good vnto the Realme of France Make haste my Lord t is time that you were gone The time of truce I thinke is full expirde Somer I humbly thanke your royall maiestie And take my leaue to poste with speede to France exit Somerset King Come vnckle Gloster now le ts haue our horse For we will to Saint Albones presently Madame your hawke they say is swift of flight And we will trie how she will flie to day exeunt omnes Enter Elnor with sir Iohn Hum Roger Bullenbrooke a Coniurer and Margery Iourdaine a Witch Elnor Here sir Iohn take this scrole of paper here Wherein is writ the questions you shall aske And I will stand vpon this Tower here And heare the spirit what it saies to you And to my questions write the answeres downe She goes vp to the Tower sir Iohn Now sirs begin and cast your spels about And charme the fiends for to obey your wills And tell Dame Elnor of the thing she askes Witch Then Roger Bullenbrooke about thy taske And frame a circle here vpon the earth Whilst I thereon all prostrate on my face Do talke and whisper with the diuells below And coniure them for to obey my will She lies downe vpon her face Bullenbrooke makes a cirâ—le Bullen Darke night dread night the silence of the night Wherein the Furies maske in hellish troupes Send vp I charge you from Sosetus lake The spirit Askalon to come to me To pierce the bowells of this centricke earth And hither come in twinckling of an eie Askalon Ascenda Ascenda It thunders and lightens and then the spirit riseth vp spirit Now Bullenbrooke what wouldst thou haue me do Bullen First of the King what shall become of him spirit The Duke yet liues that Henry shall depose Yet him out liue and die a violent death Bullen What fate awaits the Duke of Suffolke spirite By water he shall die and take his end Bullen What shall betide the Duke of Somerset spirit Let him shun castles safer shal he be vpon the sandy plaines where castles mounted stand Now question me no more for I must hence againe He sinkes downe againe Bullen Then downe I say vnto the damned poole Where Pluto in his firie waggon sits Riding amidst the singde and parched smoakes The Rode of Dytas by the riuer Styx There howle and burne for euer in those flames Rise Iordane rise and stay thy charming spells Sonnes we are betraide Enter the Duke of Yorke and the duke of Buckingham and others Yorke Come sirs lay hands on them and bind them sure This time was well watcht what Madame are you there This will be great credit for your husband That you are plotting treasons thus with Coniurers The King shall haue a notice of this thing exit Elnor aboue Buck. See here my Lord what the diuell hath writ Yorke Giue it me my Lord I le shew it to the King Go sirs see them fast lockt in prison exit with them Buck. My Lord I pray you let me go poste vnto the King Vnto Saint Albones to tell this newes Yorke Content away then about it straight Buck. Farewell my Lord. exit Buckingham Yorke Who 's within there Enter one One My Lord. Yorke Sitra go will the Earle of Salsbury and Warwicke to sup with me to night exit Yorke One I will my lord exit Enter the King and Queene with her hawke on her fift and Duke Humphrey and Suffolke and the Cardinall as if they came from hawking Queene My lord how did your grace like this last flight But as I cast her off the wind did rise And t was ten to one old Ione had not gone out King How wonderfull the Lords workes are on earth Euen in these seely creatures of his hands Vnckle Gloster how hie your hawke did soare And on a sodain sowst the partridge downe Suff No maruel if it please your maiestie My lord Protectors hawke doe towre so well He knowes his master loues to be aloft Hum. Faith my Lord it is but a base mind That can soare no higher then a Faulcons pitch Card. I thought your grace would be aboue the clowdes Hum. Yea my lord Cardinall were it not good Your grace could flie to heauen Card. Thy heauen is on earth thy words and thoughts beat on a crowne prowd Protector dangerous Peere to smooth it thus with King and common-wealth Hum. How now my lord why this is more then needes church-men so hote good vnckle can you dote Suff. Why not hauing so good a quarrel and so bad a cause Hum. As how my lord Suff. As you my lord and it like your Lordly lords Protectorship Hum. Why Suffolke England knowes thy insolence Queen And thy ambition Gloster King Cease gentle Queene and whet not on these furious Lords to wrath for blessed are the peace-makers on earth Card. Let me be blessed for the peace I make Against this prowd Protector with my sword Hum. Faith holy vnckle I would it were come to that Card. Euen when thou darest Hum. Dare I tell thee Priest Plantagenets could neuer brooke the dare Card. I am Plantaganet as well as thou and son to Iohn of Gaunt Hum. In Bastardie Card. I scorne thy words Hum. Make vp no factious numbers but euen in thine own person meete me at the East end of the groue Card. Here 's my hand I will King Why how now Lords Card. Faith cosin Gloster had not your man cast off so soon we had had more sport to day come with thy sword and buckler Hum. Faith priestile shaue your crowne Card. Protector protect thy selfe well King The wind growes high so doth your color lords Enter one crying a myracle How now now sirra what miracle is it One And it please your grace there is a man that came blind to saint Albons and hath receiued his fignt at his shrine King Go fetch him hither that we may glorifie the Lord with him Enter the Mayor of saint Albons and his brethren with musicke bearing the man that had beene blind betweene two in a chaire King Thou happy man giue God eternall praise For he it is that thus hath helped thee Humphrey Where wast thou borne poore man At Barwicke sir in the North. Hum. At Barwicke and come thus far for help poore Yea sir it was told me in my sleepe That sweet saint Albons should giue me my sight againe Hum. What art thou lame too Poore man Yea indeed
I am made the Prologue to their play And thousands more must follow after me That dreads not yet their liues destruction Suffolkes hatefull tongue blabs his hearts malice Gewfords firie eies shewes his enuious mind Buckinghams prowd lookes bewraies his cruel thoughts And dogged Yorke that leuells at the Moone Whose ouerweening arme I haue held backe All you haue ioynd to betray me thus And you my gracious lady and Soueraigne mistris Causelesse haue laid complaints vpon my head I shall not want false witnesses inow That so amongst you you may haue my life The prouerb no doubt will be well performde A staffe is quickly found to beate a dog Suffolke Doth he not twit our Soueraigne lady here As if that shee with ignominious wrong Had subornd or hyred some to sweare against his life Queene Yea but I can giue the loser leaue to speake Humph. Far truer spoke then ment I loose indeed Beshrew the winners hearts they play me false Buck. Hee le wrest the sence and keep vs here al day My Lord of Winchester see him sent away Card. Who 's within there take in Duke Humphrey And see him garded sure within my house Humph. O! thus king Henry casts away his crouch Before his legs can beare his body vp And puts his watchfull shepheard from his side Whilst wolues stand snarring who shal bite him first Farewel my soueraigne long maist thou enioy Thy fathers happie daies free from annoy Exit Humphrey with the Cardinals men King My lords what to your wisedomes shall seeme best Do and vndo as if our selfe were here Queene What wil your highnesse leaue the Parlament King Yea Margaret my heart is killed with griefe Where I may sit and sigh in endlesse mone For who 's a traitor Gloster he is none exit King Salsbury and Warwicke Queene Then sit we downe againe my lord Cardinall Suffolke Buckingham Yorke and Somerset Let vs consult of prowd duke Humphries fall In mine opinion it were good he dide For safetie of our King and common wealth Suffolke And so thinke I madame for as you know If our King Henry had shooke hands with death Duke Humphrey then would looke to be our King And it may be by pollicie he workes To bring to passe the thing which now we doubt The foxe barkes not when he would steale the lamb But if we take him ere he do the deede We should not question if that he should liue No let him die in that he is a foxe Lest that in liuing he offend vs more Car. Then let him die before the Commons know For feare that they do rise in Armes for him York Then do it sodainly my Lords Suff. Let that be my lord Cardinalls charge and mine Car. Agreed for hee 's already kept within my house Enter a Messenger Queene How now sirra what newes Messen Madame I bring you newes from Ireland The wilde Onele my lord is vp in Armes With troupes of Irish Kernes that vncontrold Do plant themselues within the English pale And burne and spoile the Country as they go Queen What redresse shall we haue for this my Lords Yorke T were very good that my Lord of Somerset That fortunate champion were sent ouer To keepe in awe the stubborne Irishmen He did so much good when he was in France Somer Had Yorke beene there with all his far fetcht Pollicies he might haue lost as much as I. Yorke Yea for Yorke would haue lost his life before That should haue reuolted from Englands rule Somer Yea so thou might'st and yet haue gouernd worse then I. Yorke What worse then nought then a shame take all Somer Shame on thy selfe that wisheth shame Queene Somerset for beare good Yorke be patient And do thou take in hand to crosse the seas With troupes of armed men to quell the pride Of those ambitious Irish that rebell Yorke Well Madame sith your grace is so content Let me haue some bands of chosen souldiers And Yorke shall trie his fortune gainst those Kernes Queene Yorke thou shalt my lord of Buckingham Let it be your charge to muster vp such souldiers As shall suffice him in these needfull warres Buck. Madame I wil and leuie such a band As soone shal ouercome those Irish rebells But Yorke where shal those souldiers stay for thee Yorke At Bristow I will expect them ten daies hence Buck. Then thither shall they come and so farewell exit Buckingham Yorke Adiew my Lord of Buckingham Queene Suffolke remember what you haue to do And you Lord Cardinal concerning Duke Humphrey T were good that you did see to it in time Come let vs go that it may be performde exeunt omnes manet Yorke Yorke Now Yorke bethinke thy selfe and rouse thee vp Take time whilst it is offered thee so faire Lest when thou wouldst thou canst not it attaine T was men I lackt and now they giue them me And now whilst I am busie in Ireland I haue seduede a head strong Kentish man Iohn Cade of Ashford Vnder the title of sir Iohn Mortimer To raise commotion and by that meanes I shall perceiue how the common people Do affect the claime and house of Yorke Then if he haue successe in his affaires From Ireland then comes Yorke againe To reape the haruest which that coystril sowed Now if he should be taken and condemnd Hee le nere confesse that I did set him on And therefore ere I go I le send him word To put in practise and to gather head That so soone as I am gone he may begin To rise in Armes with troupes of country swaines To help him to performe this enterprize And then Duke Humprhey he well made away None then can stop the light to Englands crowne But York can tame and headlong pul them down exit York Then the curtaines being drawne Duke Humphrey is discouered in his bed and two men lying on his brest and smothering him in his bed and then enter the Duke of Suffolke to them Suff. How now sirs what haue you dispatcht him One Yea my Lord he is dead I warrant you Suff. Then see the clothes laid smooth about him stil That when the King comes he may perceiue No other but that he dide of his owne accord 2 All things is hansome now my Lord. Suff. Then draw the curtaines againe and get you gone And you shal haue your firm reward anon exeunt murderers Then enter the King and Queene the Duke of Buckingham and the Duke of Somerset and the Cardinall King My lord of Suffolke go call our vnckle Gloster Tell him this day we will that he do cleare himselfe Suff. I will my Lord. exit Suffolke King And good my lords proceed no further against our vnkle Gloster Then by iust proofe you can affirme For as the sucking child or harmlesse lamb So is he innocent of treason to our state Enter Suffolke How now Suffolke where 's our vnckle Suff. Dead in his bed my Lord Gloster is dead The King falls in a swoone Queene
Ay me the King is dead help help my lords Suff. Comfort my Lord gracious Henry comfort King What doth my Lord of Suffolke bid me comfort Came he euen now to sing a Rauens note And thinkes he that the cherping of a Wren By crying comfort through a hollow voice Can satissie my griefes or ease my heart Thou balefull messenger out of my sight For euen in thy eie-balls murther sits Yet do not go come Basaliske And kill the seely gazer with thy lookes Queene Why do you rate my lord of Suffolke thus As if that he had causde Duke Humphreys death The Duke and I too you know were enemies And you had best say that I did murther him King Ah woe is me for wretched Glosters death Queene Be wee for me more wretched then he was What dost thou turne away and hide thy face I am no loathsome leaper looke on me Was I for this nie wrackt vpon the sea And thrice by aukward winds driuen backe from Englands bounds What might it bode but that well foretelling Winds said secke not a scorpions neast Enter the Earles of Warwicke and Salsbury War My lord the Commons like an angry hiue ofbees Run vp and downe caring not whom they sting For good Humphreys death whom they report To be murthered by Suffolke and the Cardinal here King That he is dead good Warwicke is too true But how he died God knowes not Henry War Enter his priuy chamber my lord and view the body Good father stay you with the rude multitude til I returne Salsb. I will sonne exit Salsbury Warwicke drawes the curtaines and shewes Duke Humphrey in his bed King Ah vnckle Gloster heauen receiue thy soule Farewell poore Henries ioy now thou art gone War Now by his soule that tooke our shape vpon him To free vs from his fathers dreadful curse I am resolu'd that violent hands were laid Vpon the life of this famous Duke Suff. A dreadfull oath sworne with a solemne tongue What instance giues Lord Warwicke for these wordes War Oft haue I seene a timely parted ghost Of ashie semblance pale and bloudlesse But loe the bloud is setled in the face More better coloured then when he liude His well proportioned beard made rough and sterne His fingers spread abroad as one that graspt for life Yet was by strength surprisde the least of these are probable It cannot chuse but he was murthered Queene Suffolke and the Cardinall had him in charge And they I trust sir are no murtherers War Yea but t was well knowne they were not his friends And t is well seene he found some enemies Card. But haue you no greater proofes then these War Who sees a heifer dead and bleeding fresh And sees hard by a butcher with an axe But wil suspect t was he that made the slaughter Who finds the partrige in the puttockes neast But will imagine how the bird came there Although the Kite soare with vnbloudy beake Euen so suspitious is this Tragedie Queene Are you the Kite Bewford where 's your talants Is Suffolke the butcher where 's his Knife Suff. I weare no Knife to slaughter sleeping men But here 's a vengefull sword rusted with case That shall be scoured in his 〈…〉 heart That slanders me with murthers crimson badge Say if thou dare prowd Lord of Warwickshire That I am guilty in Duke Humphreys death exit Cardinall War What dares not Warwick if false Suffolk dare him Queene He dares not calme his contumelious spirit Nor cease to be an arrogant controwler Though Suffolke dare him twentie hundreth times War Madame be ye still with reuerence may I say it That euery word you speake in his defence Is slaunder to your royall maiestie Suff. Blunt witted lord ignoble in thy words If euer Lady wrongd her lord so much Thy mother tooke vnto her blamefull bed Some sterne vntutred churle and noble stocke Was graft with crab-tree slip whose fruite thou art And neuer of the Neuils noble race War But that the guilt of murther bucklers thee And I should rob the deaths man of his fee Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames And that my soueraignes presence makes me mute I would false murtherous coward on thy knees Make thee craue pardon for thy passed speech And say it was thy mother that thou meantst That thou thy selfe wast borne in bastardy And after all this fearefull homage done Giue thee thy hyre and send thy soule to hell Pernitious bloud-sucker of sleeping men Suff. Thou shouldst be waking whilst I shead thy bloud If from this presence thou dare go with me War Away euen now or I will drag thee hence Warwicke pulls him out Exit Warwicke and Suffolke and then all the Commons within cries downe with Suffolke downe with Suffolke And then enter againe the duke of Suffolke and Warwicke with their weapons drawne King Why how now lords Suff. The traiterous Warwicke with the men of Berry Set al vpon me mightie soueraigne The commons againe cries downe with Suffolke downe with Suffolke And enter from them the Earle of Salisbury Salsb My Lord the Commons sends you word by me That vnlesse false Suffolk here be done to death Or banished faire Englands territories That they will erre from your highnesse person They say by him the good Duke Humphrey died They say by him they feare the ruine of the Realme And therefore if you loue your subiects weale They wish you to banish him from forth the land Suff. Indeed t is like the Commons rude vnpolisht hinds Would send such message to their soueraigne But you my lord were glad to be imployd To trie how quaint an Orator you were But all the honor Salsbury hath got Is that he was the Lord Embassadour Sent from a sort of tinkars to the King The Commons cries an answere from the King my Lord of Salsbury King Good Salsbury go backe againe to them Tell them we thanke them for all their louing care And had not I beene cited thus by their meanes My selfe had done it therefore here I sweare If Suffolke be found to breathe in any place Where I haue rule but three daies more he dies exit Salsbury Queene Oh Henry reuerse the doome of gentle Suffolkes banishment King Vngentle Queene to cal him gentle Suffolke Speake not for him for in England he shall not rest If I say I may relent but if I sweare it is irreuocable Come Warwicke and go thou in with me For I haue great matters to impart to thee exit King and Warwicke manet Queene and Suffolke Queene Hell fire and vengeance go along with you There 's two of you the diuell make the third Fre womanish man canst thou not curse thy enemies Suff. A plague vpon them wherefore should I curse them Could curses kill as do the Mandrakes groanes I would inuent as many bitter termes Deliuered strongly through my fixed teeth With twice so many signes of deadly hate As leane facde Enuy in her loathsome caue My tongue should
stumble in mine earnest words Mine etes should sparkle like the beaten slint My haire be fixt on end as one distraught And euery ioynt should seeme to curse and ban And now me thinkes my burthened heart would breake Should I not curse them poison be their drinke Gall worse then gall the daintiest thing they taste Their sweetest shade a groue of sypris trees Their softest touch as smart as lyzards stings Their musique frightfull like the serpents hisse And boding scrike-owles make the consort full All the foule terrors in darke seated hell Queene Enough sweete Suffolke thou tormentst thy self Suffolke You bade me ban and will you bid me ceased Now by this ground that I am banisht from Well could I curse away a winters night And standing naked on a mountaine top Where biting cold would neuer let grasse grow And thinke it but a minute spent in sport Queene No more sweete Suffolk hie thee hence to France Or liue where thou wilt within this worldes globe I le haue an Irish that shall find thee out And long thou shalt not stay but I le haue thee repeald Or venture to be banished my selfe Oh let this kisle be printed in thy hand That when thou seest it thou maist thinke on me A way I say that I may feele my griefe For it is nothing whilst thou standest here Suff. Thus is poore Suffolke ten times banished Once by the King but three times thrice by thee Enter Uawse Queene How now whither goes Vawse so fast Vawse To signific vnto his maiesty That Cardinall Bewford is at point of death Somtimes he raues and cries as he were mad Sometimes he calls vpon Duke Humphreys ghost And whispers to his pillow as to him And sometime he calls to speake vnto the King And I am going to certifie vnto his grace That euen now he cald alowd for him Queene Go then good Vawse and certifie the King exit Uawse Oh what is worldly pompe all men must die And woe am I for Bewfords heauy end But why mourne I for him whilst thou art here Sweete Suffolke hie thee hence to France For if the King do come thou sure must die Suff. And if I go I cannot liue but here to die VVhat were it else but like a pleasant slumber In thy lap Here could I could I breeath my soule into the ayre As milde and gentle as the new borne babe That dies with mothers dug between his lips VVhere from thy sight I should be raging mad And call for thee to close mine eies Or with thy lips to stop my dying soule That I might breath it so into thy body And then it liude in sweete Elyziam By thee to die were but to die in ieast From thee to die were torment more then death O let me stay befall what may befall Queene Oh mightst thou stay with safetie of thy life Then shouldst thou stay but heauens deny it And therefore go but hope ere long to be repeald Suff. I goe Queene And take my heart with thee She kissesh him Suff. A iewell lockt into the wofulst caske That euer yet containd a thing of worth Thus like a splitted barke so sunder we This way fall I to death exit Suffolke Queene This way for me exit Queene Enter King and Salsbury and then the curtaines be drawne and the Cardinall is discouered in his bed rauing and staring as if he were mad Car. O death if thou wilt let me liue but one whole yeare He giue thee as much gold as wil purchase such another Iland King Oh see my lord of Salsbury how he is troubled Lord Cardinall remember Christ must haue thy soule Car. Why died he not in his bed What would you haue me to do then Can I make men liue whether they will or no Sirra go fetch me the strong poison which the Pothicary sont Oh see where Duke Humphreys ghost doth stand me And stares me in the face looke look combe down his haire So now hee s gone againe Oh oh oh Sall. See how the pangs of death doth gripe his heart King Lord Cardinal if thou diest assured of heauenly blisse Hold vp thy hand and make some signe to vs. The Cardinall dies Oh see he dies and makes no signe at all Oh God forgiue his soule Sals. So bad an end did neuer none behold But as his death so was his life in all King Forbeare to iudge good Salsbury forbeare For God will iudge vs all Go take him hence and see his funeralls be performde exeunt omnes Alarmes within and the chambers be discharged like as in were a fight at sea And then enter the captaine of the shippe and the Master and the Masters mate and the duke of Suffolke disguised and others with him and Walter Whickemore Cap. Bring forward these prisoners that scornd to yeeld Vnlade their goods with speed and sincke their ship Here master this prisoner I giue to you This other the Masters Mate shall haue And Walter Whickmore thou shalt haue this man And let them pay their ransomes ere they passe Suff. Walter he starteth Walter How now what doest thou feare me Thou shalt haue better cause anon Suff. It is thy name affrights me not thy selfe I do remember well a cunning wisard told me That by Walter I should die Yet let not that make thee bloudie minded Thy name being rightly sounded Is Gualter not Walter Walter Gualter or Walter all 's on to me I am the man must bring thee to thy death Suff. I am a Gentleman looke on my Ring Ransome me at what thou wilt it shall be paid Walter I lost mine eye in boording of the ship And therefore ere I marchant-like sell bloud for gold Then cast me headlong downe into the sea 2 Priso But what shall our ransomes be Master A hundreth pounds a peece either pay that or die 2 Priso Then saue our liues it shall be paid Walter Come sirra thy life shall be the ransome I wil haue Suff. Stay villaine thy prisoner is a prince The Duke of Suffolke William de la Poole Cap. The Duke of Suffolke folded vp in rags Suf. Yea sir but these rags are no part of the duke Ioue sometime went disguisde and why not I Cap. Yea but Ioue was neuer slaine as thou shalt be Suff. Base Iady groome King Henries bloud The honorable bloud of Lancaster Cannot be shead by such a lowly swaine I am sent Ambassador for the Queene to France I charge thee waffe me crosse the channell safe Cap. I le waffe thee to thy death go Walter take him hence And on our long boates side chop off his head Suff Thou darste not for thine owne Cap. Yes Poole Suff. Poole Cap. Yea Poole puddle kennell sincke and durt I le stop that yawning mouth of thine Those lips of thine that so oft haue kist the Queene Shall sweep the ground and thou that Smildst at good duke Humphreys death Shalt liue no longer to infect the earth Suff. This villain being but Captain
THE First part of the Contention betwixt the two famous hou ses of Yorke and Lancaster with the death of the good Duke Humphrey And the banishment and death of the Duke of Suffolke and the Tragical end of the prowd Cardinall of Winchester with the notable Rebellion of Iacke Cade And the Duke of Yorkes first clayme to the Crowne LONDON Printed by Valentine Simmes for Thomas Millington and are to be sold at his shop vnder S. Peters church in Cornewall 1600 The first part of the Contention of the two famous Houses of Yorke and Lancaster with the death of the good Duke Humphrey Enter at one doore King Henry the sixt and Humphrey Duke of Gloster the Duke of Somerset the Duke of Buckingham Cardinall Bewford and others Enter at the other doore the Duke of Yorke and the Marquesse of Suffolke and Queene Margaret and the Earle of Salisbury and Warwicke Suffolke AS by your high imperiall Maiesties command I had in charge at my depart for France As Procurator for your excellence To marry Princes Margaret for your grace So in the auncient famous Citie Towres In presence of the Kings of France Cyssile The Dukes of Orleance Calaber Brittaine and Alonson Seuen Earles twelue Barons and then the reuerend Bishops I did performe my taske and was espousde And now most humbly on my bended knees In sight of England and her royall Peeres Deliuer vp my title in the Queene Vnto your gracious excellence that are the substance Of that great shadow I did represent The haâ—â—â—â—st gift that euer Marquesse gaue The fairest Queene that euer King possest King Suffolke arise Welcom Queene Margaret to English Henries Court The greatest shew of kindnesse yet we can bestow Is this kind kisse O gracious God of heauen Lend me a heart repleate with thankfulnesse For in this beauteous face thou hast bestowd A world of pleasures to my perplexed soule Queene Th' excessiue loue I beare vnto your grace Forbids me to be lauish of my tongue Lest I should speake more then beseemes a woman Let this suffice my blisse is in your liking And nothing can make poore Margaret miserable Vnlesse the frowne of mightie Englands King King Her lookes did wound but now speech doth pierce Louely Queene Margaret sit downe by my side And vnckle Gloster and you lordly Peeres With one voice welcome my beloued Queene All. Long liue Queene Margaret Englands happinesse Queene We thanke you all Sound Trumpets Suffolke My lord Protector so it please your grace Here are the Articles confirm'd of peace Betweene our soueraigne and the French King Charles Till terme of eighteene months be full expirde Humphrey Inprimis It is agreed between the French king Charles and William de la Poole Marquesse of Suffolk embassador for Henry king of England that the said Henry shal wed and espouse the lady Margaret daughter to Raynard King of Naples Cyssels and Ierusalem and crown her Queen of England ere the 30. of the next moneth Item It is further agreed between them that the Dutches of Anioy and of Maine shal be released and deliuered ouer to the King her sa Duke Humprey left it fall Ki. How now vnkle what 's the matter that you stay so sodenly Hum. Pardon my Lord a sodain qualm came ouer my hart VVhich dimmes mine eies that I can see no more Vnckle of Winchester I pray you reade on Cardinal Item It is further agreed betweene them that the Dutches of Anioy and of Maine shal be released and deliuered ouer to the King her father and she sent ouer of the King of Englands owne proper cost and charges without dowry King They please vs well lord Marquesse kneel down we here create thee first Duke of Suffolke and girt thee with the sword Cosin of Yorke we here discharge your grace from being Regent in the parts of France till terme of 18 months be ful expirde Thankes vnckle Winchester Gloster Yorke and Buckingham Somerset Salsbury and Warwicke VVe thanke you all for this great fauour done In entertainement to my princely Queene Come let vs in and with all speede prouide To see her Coronation be performde Exit King Queene and Suffolke and Duke Humphrey staies all the rest Humph. Braue Peeres of England Pillers of the state To you Duke Humphrey must vnfolde his griefe VVhat did my brother Henry toyle himselfe And waste his subiects for to conquer France And did my brother Bedford spend his time To keepe in awe that stout vnruly Realme And haue not I and mine vnckle Bewford here Done all we could to keepe that land in peace And is all our labors then spent in vaine For Suffolke hethe new made duke that rules the roast Hath giuen away for our King Henries Queene The Dutches of Anioy and same vnto her father Ah lords fatall is this mariage canselling our states Reuersing Monuments of conquered France Vndoing all as none had nere beene done Card. VVhy how now cosin Gloster what needes this As if our King were bound vnto your will And might not do his will without your leaue Prowd Protector enuy in thine eies I see The big swolne venome of thy hatefull heart That dare presume gainst that thy soueraigne likes Hum. Nay my Lord t is not my words that troubles you But my presence prowd Prelate as thou art But I le be gone and giue thee leaue to speake Farewell my Lords and say when I am gone I prophecied France would be lost ere long Exit Duke Humphrey Card. There goes our protector in a rage My lords you know he is my great enemy And though he be Protector of the land And thereby couers his deceitfull thoughts For well you see if he but walke the streetes The common people swarme about him straight Crying Iesus blesse your royall excellence With God preserue the good Duke Humphrey And many things besides that are not knowne Which time will bring to light in smooth Duke Humphrey But I will after him and if I can I le lay a plot to heaue him from his seate Exit Cardinal Buck. But let vs watch this haughtie Cardinall Cosen of Somerset be rulde by me Wee le watch Duke Humphrey and the Cardinall too And put them from the marke they faine would hit Som. Thanks cosin Buckingham ioyne thou with me And both of vs with the Duke of Suffolke Wee le quickly heaue Duke Humphrey from his seate Buck. Content come let vs about it straight For either thou or I will be Pâ—â—â—â—ctor Exit Buckingham and Somerset Salsb Pride went before Ambition followes after Whilst these do seeke their owne preferments thus My lords let vs seeke for our countries good Oft haue I heard this haughtie Cardinal Sweare and forsweare himselfe and braue it out More like a Ruffin then a man of church Cosen Yorke the victories thou hast wonne In Ireland Normandie and in France Hath wonne thee immortall praise in England And thou braue Warwicke my thrice valiant sonne Thy simple plainnesse and thy