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Enter KING HENRY VI with a supplication, and the QUEEN with SUFFOLK'S head, BUCKINGHAM and Lord SAY
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| QUEEN MARGARET |
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Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind,
And makes it fearful and degenerate;
Think therefore on revenge and cease to weep.
But who can cease to weep and look on this?
5 Here may his head lie on my throbbing breast:
But where's the body that I should embrace?
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| BUCKINGHAM |
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What answer makes your grace to the rebels'
supplication?
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| KING HENRY VI |
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I'll send some holy bishop to entreat;
10 For God forbid so many simple souls
Should perish by the sword! And I myself,
Rather than bloody war shall cut them short,
Will parley with Jack Cade their general:
But stay, I'll read it over once again.
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| QUEEN MARGARET |
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15 Ah, barbarous villains! hath this lovely face
Ruled, like a wandering planet, over me,
And could it not enforce them to relent,
That were unworthy to behold the same?
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| KING HENRY VI |
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Lord Say, Jack Cade hath sworn to have thy head.
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20 Ay, but I hope your highness shall have his.
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| KING HENRY VI |
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How now, madam!
Still lamenting and mourning for Suffolk's death?
I fear me, love, if that I had been dead,
Thou wouldst not have mourn'd so much for me.
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| QUEEN MARGARET |
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25 No, my love, I should not mourn, but die for thee.
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Enter a Messenger
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| KING HENRY VI |
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How now! what news? why comest thou in such haste?
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| Messenger |
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The rebels are in Southwark; fly, my lord!
Jack Cade proclaims himself Lord Mortimer,
Descended from the Duke of Clarence' house,
30 And calls your grace usurper openly
And vows to crown himself in Westminster.
His army is a ragged multitude
Of hinds and peasants, rude and merciless:
Sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother's death
35 Hath given them heart and courage to proceed:
All scholars, lawyers, courtiers, gentlemen,
They call false caterpillars, and intend their death.
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| KING HENRY VI |
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O graceless men! they know not what they do.
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| BUCKINGHAM |
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My gracious lord, return to Killingworth,
40 Until a power be raised to put them down.
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| QUEEN MARGARET |
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Ah, were the Duke of Suffolk now alive,
These Kentish rebels would be soon appeased!
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| KING HENRY VI |
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Lord Say, the traitors hate thee;
Therefore away with us to Killingworth.
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45 So might your grace's person be in danger.
The sight of me is odious in their eyes;
And therefore in this city will I stay
And live alone as secret as I may.
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Enter another Messenger
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Jack Cade hath gotten London bridge:
50 The citizens fly and forsake their houses:
The rascal people, thirsting after prey,
Join with the traitor, and they jointly swear
To spoil the city and your royal court.
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| BUCKINGHAM |
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Then linger not, my lord, away, take horse.
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| KING HENRY VI |
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55 Come, Margaret; God, our hope, will succor us.
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| QUEEN MARGARET |
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My hope is gone, now Suffolk is deceased.
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| KING HENRY VI |
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Farewell, my lord: trust not the Kentish rebels.
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| BUCKINGHAM |
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Trust nobody, for fear you be betray'd.
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The trust I have is in mine innocence,
60 And therefore am I bold and resolute.
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Exeunt
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