_York._ Now York bethink thy self and rowse thee vp. Take time whilst it is offered thee so faire, ·dai170· Least when thou wouldst, thou canst it not attaine, [dai171] Twas men I lackt, and now they giue them me, [dai172] And now whilst I am busie in Ireland, I haue seduste a headstrong Kentishman, Iohn Cade of Ashford, ·dai175· Vnder the title of Iohn Mortemer, [dai176] To raise commotion, and by that meanes I shall perceiue how the common people Do affect the claime and house of Yorke, Then if he haue successe in his affaires, ·dai180· From Ireland then comes Yorke againe, To reape the haruest which that coystrill sowed, Now if he should be taken and condemd, Heele nere confesse that I did set him on, And therefore ere I go ile send him word, ·dai185· To put in practise and to gather head. That so soone as I am gone he may begin To rise in Armes with troupes of country swaines, To helpe him to performe this enterprise. And then Duke Humphrey, he well made away, ·dai190· None then can stop the light to Englands Crowne, But Yorke can tame and headlong pull them downe. _Exet Yorke._ SCENE X. Then the Curtaines being drawne, Duke _Humphrey_ is discouered in his bed, and two men lying on his brest and smothering him in his bed. And then enter the Duke of _Suffolke_ to them. _Suffolk._ How now sirs, what haue you dispatcht him? _One._ I my Lord, hees dead I warrant you. [daj002] _Suffolke._ Then see the cloathes laid smooth about him still, That when the King comes, he may perceiue No other, but that he dide of his owne accord. ·daj005· _2._ All things is hansome now my Lord. [daj006] _Suffolke._ Then draw the Curtaines againe and get you gone, And you shall haue your firme rewarde anon. [daj008] _Exet_ murtherers. Then enter the King and Queene, the Duke of _Buckingham_, and the Duke of _Somerset_, and the Cardinall. _King._ My Lord of Suffolke go call our vnkle (Gloster, Tell him this day we will that he do cleare himselfe. ·daj010· _Suffolke._ I will my Lord. _Exet Suffolke._ _King._ And good my Lords proceed no further against our vnkle (Gloster, [daj012] Then by iust proofe you can affirme, For as the sucking childe or harmlesse lambe, So is he innocent of treason to our state. ·daj015· Enter _Suffolke_. How now Suffolke, where’s our unkle? _Suffolke._ Dead in his bed, my Lord Gloster is dead. [daj017] The King falles in a sound. _Queen._ Ay-me, the King is dead: help, help, my Lords. _Suffolke._ Comfort my Lord, gratious Henry comfort.