And undiscover’d come to me again And given me notice of their villanies.   ·bca370· This devil here shall be my substitute; For that John Mortimer, which now is dead, In face, in gait, in speech, he doth resemble: By this I shall perceive the commons’ mind, How they affect the house and claim of York.   ·bca375· Say he be taken, rack’d and tortured, I know no pain they can inflict upon him Will make him say I moved him to those arms.   [bca378] Say that he thrive, as ’tis great like he will, Why, then from Ireland come I with my strength   ·bca380· And reap the harvest which that rascal sow’d; For Humphrey being dead, as he shall be, And Henry put apart, the next for me.   [bca383] [_Exit._ SCENE II. _Bury St Edmund’s. A room of state_. _Enter certain_ Murderers, _hastily_. _First Mur._ Run to my Lord of Suffolk; let him know   [bcb001] We have dispatch’d the duke, as he commanded. _Sec. Mur._ O that it were to do! What have we done? Didst ever hear a man so penitent?   [bcb004] _Enter_ SUFFOLK. _First Mur._ Here comes my lord.   [bcb005] _Suf._ Now, sirs, have you dispatch’d this thing? _First Mur._ Ay, my good lord, he’s dead. _Suf._ Why, that’s well said. Go, get you to my house; I will reward you for this venturous deed. The king and all the peers are here at hand.   ·bcb010· Have you laid fair the bed? Is all things well,   [bcb011] According as I gave directions? _First Mur._ ’Tis, my good lord.   [bcb013] _Suf._ Away! be gone. [_Exeunt Murderers._   [bcb014] _Sound trumpets. Enter the_ KING, _the_ QUEEN, CARDINAL BEAUFORT, SOMERSET, _with Attendants_. _King._ Go, call our uncle to our presence straight;   ·bcb015· Say we intend to try his grace to-day, If he be guilty, as ’tis published. _Suf._ I’ll call him presently, my noble lord. [_Exit._ _King._ Lords, take your places; and, I pray you all, Proceed no straiter ’gainst our uncle Gloucester   ·bcb020· Than from true evidence of good esteem He be approved in practice culpable. _Queen._ God forbid any malice should prevail, That faultless may condemn a nobleman! Pray God he may acquit him of suspicion!   ·bcb025· _King._ I thank thee, Nell; these words content me much.   [bcb026] _Re-enter_ SUFFOLK. How now! why look’st thou pale? why tremblest thou? Where is our uncle? what’s the matter, Suffolk? _Suf._ Dead in his bed, my lord; Gloucester is dead. _Queen._ Marry, God forfend!   ·bcb030· _Car._ God’s secret judgement: I did dream to-night The duke was dumb and could not speak a word.   [bcb032] [_The King swoons._ _Queen._ How fares my lord? Help, lords! the king is dead. _Som._ Rear up his body; wring him by the nose. _Queen._ Run, go, help, help! O Henry, ope thine eyes!   ·bcb035· _Suf._ He doth revive again: madam, be patient. _King._ O heavenly God! _Queen._ How fares my gracious lord?