_Suf._ O that I were a god, to shoot forth thunder Upon these paltry, servile, abject drudges!   ·bda105· Small things make base men proud: this villain here, Being captain of a pinnace, threatens more   [bda107] Than Bargulus the strong Illyrian pirate.   [bda108] Drones suck not eagles’ blood but rob bee-hives: It is impossible that I should die   [bda110] By such a lowly vassal as thyself. Thy words move rage and not remorse in me: I go of message from the queen to France; I charge thee waft me safely cross the Channel. _Cap._ Walter,--   [bda115] _Whit._ Come, Suffolk, I must waft thee to thy death. _Suf._ Gelidus timor occupat artus: it is thee I fear.   [bda117] _Whit._ Thou shalt have cause to fear before I leave thee.   [bda118] What, are ye daunted now? now will ye stoop? _First Gent._ My gracious lord, entreat him, speak him fair.   ·bda120· _Suf._ Suffolk’s imperial tongue is stern and rough, Used to command, untaught to plead for favour. Far be it we should honour such as these With humble suit: no, rather let my head Stoop to the block than these knees bow to any   ·bda125· Save to the God of heaven and to my king; And sooner dance upon a bloody pole Than stand uncover’d to the vulgar groom.   [bda128] True nobility is exempt from fear:   [bda129] More can I bear than you dare execute.   ·bda130· _Cap._ Hale him away, and let him talk no more. _Suf._ Come, soldiers, show what cruelty ye can,   [bda132] That this my death may never be forgot! Great men oft die by vile bezonians: A Roman sworder and banditto slave   [bda135] Murder’d sweet Tully; Brutus’ bastard hand   [bda136] Stabb’d Julius Cæsar; savage islanders   [bda137] Pompey the Great; and Suffolk dies by pirates.   [bda138] [_Exeunt Whitmore and others with Suffolk._ _Cap._ And as for these whose ransom we have set, It is our pleasure one of them depart:   ·bda140· Therefore come you with us and let him go.   [bda141] [_Exeunt all but the First Gentleman._ _Re-enter_ WHITMORE _with_ SUFFOLK’S _body_. _Whit._ There let his head and lifeless body lie,   [bda142] Until the queen his mistress bury it. [_Exit._   [bda143] _First Gent._ O barbarous and bloody spectacle! His body will I bear unto the king:   ·bda145· If he revenge it not, yet will his friends; So will the queen, that living held him dear.   [bda147] [_Exit with the body._ SCENE II. _Blackheath_. _Enter_ GEORGE BEVIS _and_ JOHN HOLLAND. _Bevis._ Come, and get thee a sword, though made of a   [bdb001] lath: they have been up these two days. _Holl._ They have the more need to sleep now, then.   [bdb003] _Bevis._ I tell thee, Jack Cade the clothier means to dress the commonwealth, and turn it, and set a new nap   ·bdb005· upon it. _Holl._ So he had need, for ’tis threadbare. Well, I say it   [bdb007] was never merry world in England since gentlemen came up.   [bdb008]