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A35283	Henry the Sixth with the murder of Humphrey, Duke of Glocester : as it was acted at the Dukes Theatre / written by Mr. Crown.	Crown, Mr. (John), 1640?-1712.; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. King Henry VI. Part 2.; Crown, Mr. (John), 1640?-1712. Misery of civil-war.	1681 (1681)	Wing C7388; Wing C7389; ESTC R2847	104,244	237

it is meet he die by course of Law Suff. That were a worthy policy indeed To bring him to the Bar and there for want Of good substantial Arguments against him Shall openly arreign our selves of Malice And so instead of bringing him to death Expose our selves to all the People's fury True we have Jealousie back'd with strong Reasons But Reason cannot enter into their minds Mud Walls you know resist all Battery And then from those Mud Walls the People's fury Will salley out and make slaughter on us Yo. I 'me o' your mind it is distraction To sail with him into his own safe Harbour The People's rage and not be well coyl'd round With proofs that will resist small shot at least Qu. What shall we do then Must we let him live If so let 's find some way our selves to die For I had rather perish once for all Than die each hour a lingring death of fear Suff. No Madam no the imperious Duke shall die We will not to his pride and rage expose The King the Kingdom and our selves and do Substantial wrong to all because we cannot Do against him a formal piece of Justice Must Justice starve because we want a Lawyers Forked distinctions to feed her neatly with And bright keen proofs to carve him up withal No let us examine into her hungry Stomach The morsel any way no matter how Nor will the Duke have any injury It is an honest and a good deceit To deceive him who first intends deceit Qu. Most gallant Suffolk resolutely spoke Suff. Not resolute except so much were done For things are often spoke and never meant To shew my Heart and Tongue fully agree Say but the word I 'le be the Executioner And think I do a meritorious deed I know the Duke means Treason to the King Why shou'd I stay for proofs of what I know Does any one refuse to kill a Wolf Till he has stain'd his Chops with Crimson Blood No 't is enough he knows him for a Wolf His nature's Crime enough to deserve death He then does best that does dispatch him soonest What do you say Lord Cardinal Speak your mind You see how free we are why are you close Is it a meritorious deed or no Card. My Lords I only staid to feel your Pulses That I might know the temper of your minds How vigorous their constitutions were Religion has a body and a spirit The body is like Water weak and tasteless And that we fling among the Common People The extracted Spirit is intoxicating And that we drink our selves and give our Friends And as wise Men do always in their pleasures Select Companions of their own Humour Those that are rude and quarrelsome in Drink They shun with care those that are kind and pleasant Witty and good natur'd gladly they Consort withal So we ne're drink the spirit of Religion With any Men but those of our own minds Or Men of melting maudling piety Who when they are drunk with it will kiss our feet And weep and do whatever we command e'm Suff. And pray what is this Spirit let us taste it Card. This Did some ask me if this deed were lawful I wou'd say no it is a horrid Murder If any Man offend's against the Publick He to the Publick must give satisfaction That private Man that kills him is a Murderer And a bold Robber of the publick Right But now to you I say cut the Duke's Throat 'T is lawful necessary meritorious And so 't were in another but perhaps If I shou'd say so he wou'd not believe it So he might wound the Church with its own Weapons I 'd pronounce all such damn'd should kill the Duke But I 'le pronounce you damn'd if you refuse it Because you are capable of these great mysteries Suff. Most excellent this deed which I before Only thought needful now I find Religious Card. A most religious meritorious deed You know the Churches Power is call'd the Keys The Keys are given us not one single Key As if there were only one Door to Heaven Oh! there are many entrances There 's one Great common Gate of common Honesty At that we let in common understandings Then there are private Wickets but the Stairs That lead up to e'm are most steep and dangerous And none dare venture up but bold brave Spirits But these back Stairs lead up to Heaven's best Rooms This Murder then is one of Heaven's back Stairs Kill him his Blood will oyl the Churches Keys That you shall choose what Room in Heaven you please Yo. I ne're heard any thing that pleas'd me better Card. My Lords my Lords Reason and Law allow You Layicks to carry Swords for your defence Religion suffers us to carry none Is it because Priests Altars and Religion Does not deserve defence as well as you Yes but we Priests have always Weapons ready A kind of two-edge Knives call'd Subtilties That are most keenly whetted at the Altars And nothing cuts so as one of them In short then kill the Duke kill him to night Before he hurt the King the Church or you Suff. Here is my hand my Lord I 'le see it done Qu. I give consent Yo. I 'le joyn and now we four Agree in it who dares oppose a Censure Suff. We must get fitting People to assist us Card. I 'le find you such I 'le mould e'm for the purpose When we have kill'd the Duke we will give out He kill'd himself to prevent publick shame Or his heart broke because he was discovered Suff. But will not those be Lyes Card. Most sacred truths Do not his actions bring his death upon him Qu. True Card. Then 't is true I hope he kills himself Suff. Right Card. Or suppose we report the discovery Of his foul treacherous actions broke his heart I pray is that false when the discovery Of his foul actions make us break his Neck Suff. No certainly for that will break his heart Card. Then every way you see we spread no falshoods My Lords the Church has several kind of Garments Course home-spun Clothes for Fools fine Robes for Wits Now though a Fool may be let into Heaven With his course Coat on they will ne're admit him To Rooms of State among the Saints of quality Enter a Gentleman Gent. My Lords I am sent Post to you from Ireland The Irish Rebels are all up in Arms And put the English to the Sword send Succours With all the speed you can and stop the rage Betimes or else the Wound may grow incurable Card. A Breach that craves a very speedy stop What counsel give you in this weighty Business Suff. That speedy Force be rais'd My Lord of York Pray do you Head e'm and go try your Fortune Yo. I will my Lord so please his Majesty Suff. Why our Authority is his consent And what we do establish he confirms Then pray my Lord take you this task in hand Yo. Content my Lords do you provide me Souldiers

Glocester The FIRST PART ACT. I. Enter Humphry Duke of Glocester Duke of York Cardinal Beauford Duke of Somerset Duke of Buckingham Earl of Salisbury Earl of Warwick Glo. MY Lords you cannot but have seen of late Much discontent sit always on my Brow All Men that know me well must know no private Petty concernment can unfix my mind No some will think perhaps I speak too proudly I care not what they think I 'le speak my Mind Nothing has weight enough to press my spirits Less than the great Misfortunes of the Kingdom Card. So how my Lord Protector gracefully aside Ushers himself into these Lords esteem What bosom here now will not bid him wellcome I hate him but I will not let him know it Till I can let him know it to his ruine Glo. Ah! my Lords Did my valiant glorious Brother Henry the Fifth erect the Law of England Above the Roman or the Macedonian Do things that made the Continent all tremble When e're the favourable Winds unlockt The floating Gates of this our little World To let out that our brave Warriors to invade it That France not only did confess it self A Vassal to his Royal English Blood But the whole Empire of the World did seem To own it self the Birth right of his Valour Yo. Eternity shall ne'r wear out the Characters Of his Renown which his keen Sword engrav'd Glo. Ay yes his fame shall last but not his Empire He 's dead and with him his great Empire dies All that hi● Valour got all that the vigilance And wisdom of my Brother Bedford kept All that your selves and I have early and late Study'd to keep and kept some years with glory Crowning our King in Paris in his Infancy Making Proud France bow to an English Child All all these Labours Victories and Glories Are melting down in a soft beautious bosom Given away to purchase a Fair Face A fatal Marriage in one fatal minute Has spoyld the Work of many glorious years Card. Nephew you are more passionate than needs Erance is not gone nor shall it go so easily Glo. No 't is not gone indeed but all the sluces Are pulling up and it is going fast 'T is pouring out apace in Provinces The new made Duke of Suffolk gives whole Provinces To buy the King a Wife Anjou and Maine Are frankly given to the Queen 's poor Father King ●eignier whose high and flowing style Dwells far above the Banks of his low Purse But he must have these Provinces to fill it Of such low value in this Duke's esteem Is all the purchase of our Blood that he Wil give it all away for Blushing Cheeks Sal. Those Dukedoms were the Keys of Normandy My Lord of Warwick Weeps Why weeps my Son War Who wou'd not weep to see his own Blood cheapned And sold before his Face at a low rate I won those Provinces and what got With Wounds is given away with peaceful words Glo. Yes and to make it even ridiculous The Duke of Suffolk Asks a whole Fifteenth For Charges to Transport the Queen to England What Was there ne'r a Beauty in the World Besides the Queen yes sure there was in England Had the King so much doted upon Beauty He might have Married one of His fair Subjects And had more Beauty at a cheaper rate Card. My Lord of Glocester this is hot discourse And as I think to very little purpose Since what is done now cannot be recall'd And what is done was done to please the King Glo. My Lord of Winchester I understand you 'T is not my hot Discourse but Presence warms you You have a Fester'd Mind and 't will break out I saw it in your Face if I stay longer We shall begin our antient Bickerings But such small matters shall not trouble me I will be gone but e're I go I 'le Prophesy France will be lost but I desire to prove As False a Prophet as you are a Priest Exeunt Card. Affronted thus ' Pox o' these fumbling Robes aside How came my Warlike Spirit wrapt in these Formalities that hold my hands from Blood I 'm fitter for a Sword and I will use one Did you not hear the good Protector Lords Expect what usage you will have when I His Unckle and a Priest am thus abus'd You see how well his Enmity is heal'd And he has much the same ki●dness for you And indeed for the King He makes great shew Of Zeal for England and he has great zeal for it That is t' enjoy it he is heir apparent And the King cannot please him by a Marriage Unless he 'd Wed an Altar or a Cell Be not my Lords cheated with his smooth words What though the foolish common people dote on him Clapping their hands and shouting when they see him Crying Heaven save your Ro●al Excellence And call him always the good Duke of Glocester They are Fools and know not Men nor what they love Uncheat e'm but however save the King Protect him from his dangerous Protector Buck. Why shou'd the King my Lords have a Protector He is of age I think to rule himself My Lord of Somerset joyn you with me We with the Duke of Suffolks ayd will hoyse Duke Humphry from his Seat Card. This weighty business Brooks no delay I 'le to the Duke of Suffolk Exit Som. Though the Protector 's Pride and Greatness vex us The Cardinal's Ins●lence is more intolerable If Gloster be displac'd he 'l be Protector Buck. If Gloster falls or you or I 'le succeed Ex. Buck. and Sal. Sal. So so the Kingdom will thrive well no doubt When all will rend her for their private ends I never saw but the good Duke of Glocester Bore himself like a Noble Gentleman But I have seen the Cardinal demean himself More like a Soldier than a Priest he 'l often Swear like a Ruffian quarrel like a Hector Trample on all as he were Lord of all My worthy Son and you my Lord of York My val●a●t Brother let us joyn together And sh●w the Kingdom has some good Men in it Who faithfully will serve their King and Country And ayd all others who promote that work And among those I reckon the Protector War So heaven help me as I love my Country Ex. Sal. War Yo. And so say I for I have greatest cause Anjou and Main are given to the French Two Dukedoms given for a Dukes fair Daughter Henry I blame thee not What is it to thee Thou dost not give away thine own but mine Pirates may make cheap penny-worths of their Pillage Whilst the poor injur'd owner stands aloofe And shakes his head and weeps and wrings his hands And sees his Goods all borne away and dares Not touch his own or scarcely call it his England and France and Ireland are my Kingdoms One day I may both claim and seize my own And from weak Henry's Head may pull the Crown These high fierce Tempests methinks make it shake What opportunity

Kingdom Yo. Cl. For your revenge raise Kingdoms and for mine I 'll raise my self and I 'll have bloody Vegeance I 'll kill Plantagenet and all his Sons That when he is dead he may not have a Son To bear him to the grave as I my Father And so cut off his memory from the Earth Meet I but any Infants of his House Into as many gobbits will I cut 'em As wild Medea did the young Absyrtis And I will starve my men that they may eat 'em And so let us about our several business Exit A Shout of Victory Enter at one door Warwick at another Plantagenet Edward Richard Souldiers Plantagenet embraces VVarwick Pl. Let me embrace the greatest man that breaths War Pray cease my Lord you know this does not please me Edw. England will learn again to Fight and Conquer A glorious science we have almost lost Under the reign of this tame bookish Henry War What is become of the young boasting Clifford Fate as if tender of him did to day VVhen e're I met him thrust a crowd betwixt us Pl. I met his Father in the field and there I put the brave old man to his last bed The stout old winter Lyon that had long Endur'd the brush of time fought with that heat As he had been but in the spring of youth Like arras-hangings in a homely house So was his gallant Spirit in his body Edw. Whilst we pursued the horsemen o' the North With too much heat the King escap'd our hands But he has left behind some of his friends I fell upon the gallant Duke of Buckingham And with one fortunate substantial blow I cleft his good steel Helmet and his Scull And see his Brains are yet upon my Sword Rich. To speak the truth my Brother Edward fought To day as if he had fought for a Mistress Ed. I must confess I fought with more dispatch ' Cause had the Battle lasted 't wou'd have spoil'd An assignation that I have to night Rich. Did not I say as much Pl. Thou good Son Richard Dost not disturb thy heart with cares of love Rich. The hill upon my back fence's my heart The women love not me so I hate them War We have all cut our names deep on the Pillars Of Fame's high Temple where shall be for ever Written this glorious Battle at S. Albons Now my Lord post away with speed to London For thither I am told the King is Fled And there he will repair this day's wide breaches Citizens always love Tame Godly Princes And such as abhor fighting like themselves Then if you can enter the Town before 'em And fill it with your Troops and then to morrow Get very early into the Parliament House And guarded well openly claim the Crown My Tongue and Sword shall both assert your Title Then let me see what Peer dare be so bold Or Common so sawcy to oppose it Pl. Thou Soul of valour Wisdom and Nobility I 'll take thy Counsel War Go then march with speed I 'll tarry for a moment to take care For any of quality that are dead or wounded Ex. Plantagenet Richard one way Warwick another Edw. I well approve this speedy March to London For there to Night I hope to meet my Mistress Ex. Edward Enter two bearing a Body Warwick meets ' em War Whose Body is that 'T is Sir John Grey of Grooby War A fierce bigot for the Lancastrian Faction I 've heard of him and whither do you carry him 2. To his fair Widow she had only news He had some wounds and so came in her Chariot To carry him away with her but all Her care is now too late see here she is Enter Lady Grey attended La. Gr. Where is my Husband I am impatient for him 1. We have found him Madam in a state too bad For you to look on L. Gr. Oh! he 's dead he 's dead 2. Help help she 's falling on him dead as he War I never saw so beautiful a Creature 1. She is come to her self War But I 'm so lost That I shall never be my self again La. Gr. Oh! my dear Husband War See! see she embalmes His Body with her pretious Tears and Kisses I know not to what place his Soul is fled But I am sure his Body is in Heaven Forms Ceremonies Civil Fooleries Insects engendred of corrupt false Wit I will ride o're you in my way to joy Though this is the first time I ever saw her And she lies drown'd in Tears o're her dead Husband Drown'd in his blood shed may be by my self Yet here and now I 'll tell her that I Love And here and now resolve to make her mine Madam your pardon that I interrupt you La. Gr. Who are you Sir War You Madam best can tell When I came hither I was Earl of Warwick But you have chang'd me to I know not what La. Gr. The Earl of Warwick Oh! my Lord I beg you Conjure you by the Honour of a Nobleman That you permit a miserable Woman To give her Husbands Body decent Burial War Madam with all my heart and I cou'd wish He had been buried when he first saw light And never liv'd to do Prodigious mischiefs La. Gr. What wondrous mischiefs dying for his King War Oh! he has done more ill than Frantick Alexander When he set fair Persepolis o' Fire Or him that burnt the fam'd Ephesian Temple La. Gr. Who did all this War He whom Heav'n there has punisht And did it Madam by enjoying you By kindling in your heart love for himself He fir'd a stately Palace only fit For hearts of mighty Kings He burnt a Temple The master piece of Nature the Worlds wonder La. Gr. Is this fit talk to one in my condition War I know old Tyrant Custom does command You Widows to be stretch'd on the long rack Of twelve months mournful abstinence from love And which methinks is an immodest fashion You must wear black the colour of the night To put you in remembrance of the pleasure Night for your service pays you no more Wages Yet you in gratitude must wear Nights livery And you must sigh and weep to tell the World What skill you have in man for who e're weeps For loss of that whose value they ne're knew Fy what ill woman brought up those ill Customs La. Gr. What horrid insolence you treat me with Enter one running 1. My Lord the Enemy begins to rally War Go fight 'em for I 'm busily employ'd Enter a Second 2. Mount mount my Lord or you 'l be taken Prisoner War I am a Prisoner nor can stir from hence Unless this beauty with a smile release me La. Gr. Grief Horror and Confusion put me again Into a deadly Fainting War I perceive Formality the Governess of Women And Custom the great Tyrant of the World Are married in the Temple of this beauty Take with you then your pale Companion And pay to it the Tax of some Months tears