Is-that he was the lord ambassador,

Sent from a sort of tinkers to the king

Commons. [within.] An answer from the king, or we'll all break in.

'K. Hen. Go, Salisbury, and tell them all from me, "I thank them for their tender loving care:

And had I not been 'cited so by them, 'Yet did I purpose as they do entreat; For, sure, my thoughts do hourly prophecy 'Mischance unto my state by Suffolk's means. And therefore,-by his Majesty I swear, Whose far unworthy deputy I am,'He shall not breathe infection in this air

'But three days longer, on the pain of death.

[Exit Salisbury. 'Q. Mar. O Henry, let me plead for gentle Suffolk! 'K. Hen. Ungentle queen, to call him gentle Suffolk.

'No more, I say; if thou dost plead for him,
Thou wilt but add increase unto my wrath.
'Had I but said, I would have kept my word;
'But, when I swear, it is irrevocable :-

* If, after three days' space, thou here be'st found

* On any ground that I am ruler of,

* The world shall 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, Lords, &c.

'Q. Mar. Mischance, and sorrow, go along with

you!

'Heart's discontent, and sour affliction,

Be playfellows to keep you company! 'There's two of you; the devil make a third! ' And threefold vengeance tend upon your steps! * Suf. Cease, gentle queen, these execrations, * And let thy Suffolk take his heavy leave.

'Q. Mar. Fie, coward woman, and soft-hearted wretch !

'Hast thou not spirit to curse thine enemies? Suf. A plague upon them! wherefore should I

curse them?

Would curses kill, as doth the mandrake's groan",
I would invent as bitter-searching terms,
* As curst, as harsh, and horrible to hear,
Deliver'd strongly through my fixed teeth,
With full as many signs of deadly hate,
As lean-fac'd Envy in her loathsome cave:
My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words;
Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint ;
My hair be fix'd on end, as one distract;
Ay, every joint should seem to curse and ban:
And even now my burden'd heart would break,
Should I not curse them. Poison be their drink!
Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest that they taste!
Their sweetest shade, a grove of cypress trees!
Their chiefest prospect, murdering basilisks!
Their softest touch, as smart as lizards' stings!

Their musick, frightful as the serpent's hiss;
And boding scritch-owls make the concert full!
All the foul terrors in dark-seated hell-

Q. Mar. Enough, sweet Suffolk; thou torment'st thyself;

* And these dread curses-like the sun 'gainst glass, * Or like an overcharged gun,-recoil,

* And turn the force of them upon thyself.

Suf. You bade me ban, and will you bid me leave? Now, by the ground that I am banish'd from, Well could I curse away a winter's night, Though standing naked on a mountain top, Where biting cold would never let grass grow, And think it but a minute spent in sport.

* Q. Mar. O, let me entreat thee, cease! Give me thy hand,

* That I may dew it with my mournful tears;

* Nor let the rain of heaven wet this place,

* To wash away my woeful monuments.

O, could this kiss be printed in thy hand; ·

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[kisses his hand. *That thou might'st think upon these by the seal,

Through whom a thousand sighs are breath'd for

thee!

So, get thee gone, that I may know my grief;

''Tis but surmis'd whilst thou art standing by, * As one that surfeits thinking on a want.

'I will repeal thee, or, be well assur'd,

Adventure to be banished myself:

* And banished I am, if but from thee.