_Kin._ What doth my Lord of Suffolk bid me comfort? Came he euen now to sing a Rauens note, And thinkes he that the cherping of a Wren, By crying comfort through a hollow voice, Can satisfie my griefes, or ease my heart: [daj024] Thou balefull messenger out of my sight, [daj025] For euen in thine eye-bals murther sits, [daj026] Yet do not goe. Come Basaliske [daj027] And kill the silly gazer with thy lookes. [daj028] _Queene._ Why do you rate my Lord of Suffolke thus, As if that he had causde Duke Humphreys death? ·daj030· The Duke and I too, you know were enemies, And you had best say that I did murther him. [daj032] _King._ Ah woe is me, for wretched Glosters death. _Queene._ Be woe for me more wretched then he was, What doest thou turne away and hide thy face? [daj035] I am no loathsome leoper looke on me, [daj036] Was I for this nigh wrackt vpon the sea, [daj037] And thrise by aukward winds driuen back from Englands bounds, [daj038] What might it bode, but that well foretelling Winds, said, seeke not a scorpions neast. ·daj040· Enter the Earles of _Warwicke_ and _Salisbury_. _War._ My Lord, the Commons like an angrie hiue of bees, [daj041] Run vp and downe, caring not whom they sting, For good Duke Humphreys death, whom they report [daj043] To be murthered by Suffolke and the Cardinall here. _King._ That he is dead good Warwick, is too true, ·daj045· But how he died God knowes, not Henry. _War._ Enter his priuie chamber my Lord and view the bodie. Good father staie you with the rude multitude, till I returne. _Salb._ I will sonne. _Exet Salbury._ _Warwicke_ drawes the curtaines and showes Duke _Humphrey_ in his bed. _King._ Ah vnkle Gloster, heauen receive thy soule. ·daj050· Farewell poore Henries ioy, now thou art gone. _War._ Now by his soule that tooke our shape vpon him, To free vs from his fathers dreadfull curse, I am resolu’d that violent hands were laid, Vpon the life of this thrise famous Duke. [daj055] _Suffolk._ A dreadfull oth sworne with a solemne toong, [daj056] What instance giues Lord Warwicke for these words? _War._ Oft haue I seene a timely parted ghost, Of ashie semblance, pale and bloodlesse, But loe the blood is setled in his face, [daj060] More better coloured then when he liu’d, His well proportioned beard made rough and sterne, [daj062] His fingers spred abroad as one that graspt for life, Yet was by strength surprisde, the least of these are probable, It cannot chuse but he was murthered. [daj065] _Queene._ Suffolke and the Cardinall had him in charge, And they _I_ trust sir, are no murtherers. _War._ I, but twas well knowne they were not his friends, [daj068] And tis well seene he found some enemies. _Card._ But haue you no greater proofes then these? [daj070]