_War._ Who sees a hefer dead and bleeding fresh, [daj071] And sees hard-by a butcher with an axe, [daj072] But will suspect twas he that made the slaughter? Who findes the partridge in the puttocks neast, But will imagine how the bird came there, ·daj075· Although the kyte soare with vnbloodie beake? Euen so suspitious is this Tragidie. _Queene._ Are you the kyte Bewford, where’s your talants? [daj078] Is Suffolke the butcher, where’s his knife? _Suffolke._ I weare no knife to slaughter sleeping men, ·daj080· But heres a vengefull sword rusted with case, [daj081] That shall be scoured in his rankorous heart, [daj082] That slanders me with murthers crimson badge, Say if thou dare, proud Lord of Warwickshire, That I am guiltie in Duke Humphreys death. ·daj085· _Exet Cardinall._ _War._ What dares not Warwicke, if false Suffolke dare him? _Queene_. He dares not calme his contumelious spirit, Nor cease to be an arrogant controwler, Though Suffolk dare him twentie hundreth times. [daj089] _War._ Madame be still, with reuerence may I say it, [daj090] That euery word you speake in his defence, Is slaunder to your royall Maiestie. _Suffolke._ Blunt witted Lord, ignoble in thy words, If euer Lady wrongd her Lord so much, Thy mother tooke vnto her blamefull bed, ·daj095· Some sterne vntutred churle, and noble stocke [daj096] Was graft with crabtree slip, whose frute thou art, And neuer of the Neuels noble race. _War._ But that the guilt of murther bucklers thee, And I should rob the deaths man of his fee, [daj100] Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames, And that my soueraignes presence makes me mute, I would false murtherous coward on thy knees Make thee craue pardon for thy passed speech, And say it was thy mother that thou meants, [daj105] That thou thy selfe was borne in bastardie, And after all this fearefull homage done, Giue thee thy hire and send thy soule to hell, [daj108] Pernitious blood-sucker of sleeping men. _Suffol._ Thou shouldst be waking whilst I shead thy blood, ·daj110· If from this presence thou dare go with me. _War._ Away euen now, or I will drag thee hence. Warwicke puls him out. _Exet Warwicke_ and _Suffolke_, and then all the Commons within, cries, downe with _Suffolke_, downe with _Suffolk_. And then enter againe, the Duke of _Suffolke_ and _Warwicke_, with their weapons drawne. _King._ Why how now Lords? _Suf._ The Traitorous Warwicke with the men of Berry, Set all vpon me mightie soueraigne i [daj115] The Commons againe cries, downe with _Suffolke_, downe with _Suffolke_. And then enter from them, the Earle of _Salbury_.