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Act IV. Scene I.

Act IV. Scene I.—Kent. The Seashore near

Firing heard at Sea. Then enter from a boat,
a Captain, a Master, a Master's-Mate,
WALTER WHITMORE, and Others; with
them SUFFOLK disguised, and other
Gentlemen, prisoners.

Cap. The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful
Is crept into the bosom of the sea,
And now loud-howling wolves arouse the jades
That drag the tragic melancholy night;
Who with their drowsy, slow, and flagging wings
Clip dead men's graves, and from their misty
Breathe foul contagious darkness in the air.
Therefore bring forth the soldiers of our prize,
For, whilst our pinnace anchors in the Downs
Here shall they make their ransom on the sand,
Or with their blood stain this discolour'd shore.
Master, this prisoner freely give I thee:
And thou that art his mate make boot of this;
The other [Pointing to SUFFOLK], Walter Whit-
more, is thy share.
First Gent. What is my ransom, master? let
me know.
Mast. A thousand crowns, or else lay down
your head.
Mate. And so much shall you give, or off goes
Cap. What! think you much to pay two thou-
sand crowns,
And bear the name and port of gentleman?
Cut both the villains' throats! for die you shall:
The lives of those which we have lost in fight
Cannot be counterpois'd with such a petty sum!
First Gent. I'll give it, sir; and therefore -
spare my life.
Sec. Gent. And so will I, and write home for
it straight
Whit. I lost mine eye in laying the prize
[To SUFFOLK ] And therefore to revenge it shalt;
thou die;
And so should these if I might have my will.
Cap. Be not so rash: take ransom; let him
Suf. Look on my George; I am a gentleman:
Rate me at what thou wilt, thou shalt be paid.
Whit. And so am I; my name is Walter
How now! why start'st thou? what! doth
death affright?
Suf. Thy name affrights me, in whose sound
is death.
A cunning man did calculate my birth,
And told me that by Water I should die:
Yet let not this make thee be bloody-minded;
Thy name is—Gaultier, being rightly sounded.
Whit. Gaultier, or Walter, which it is I care
Never yet did base dishonour blur our name
But with our sword we wip'd away the blot:
Therefore, when merchant-like I sell revenge,
Broke be my sword, my arms torn and defac'd,
And I proclaim'd a coward through the world!
[Lays hold on SUFFOLK.
Suf. Stay, Whitmore; for thy prisoner is a
The Duke of Suffolk, William de la Pole.
Whit. The Duke of Suffolk muffled up in rags!
Suf. Ay, but these rags are no part of the
Jove sometimes went disguis'd, and why not I?
Cap. But Jove was never &lain, as thou shalt
Suf. Obscure and lowly swain, King Henry's
The honourable blood of Lancaster,
Must not be shed by such a jaded groom.
Hast thou not kiss'd thy hand and held my
Bare-headed plodded by my foot-cloth mule,
And thought thee happy when I shook my head?
How often bast thou waited at my cup,
Fed from my trencher, kneel'd down at the board,
When I have feasted with Queen Margaret?
Remember it and let it make thee crest-fall'n;
Ay, and allay this thy abortive pride.
How in our voiding lobby hast thou stood
And duly waited for my coming forth?
This hand of mine hath writ in thy behalf,
And therefore shall it charm thy riotous tongue.
Whit. Speak, captain, shall I stab the forlorn
Cap. First let my words stab him, as he
hath me.
Suf. Base slave, thy words are blunt, and so
art thou.
Cap. Convey him hence, and on our long-
boat's side
Strike off his head.
Suf. Thou dar'st not for thy own.
Cap. Yes, Pole.
Suf. Pole!
Cap. Pool! Sir Pool! lord!
Ay, kennel, puddle, sink; whose filth and dirt
Troubles the silver spring where England drinks.
Now will I dam up this thy yawning mouth
For swallowing the treasure of the realm:
Thy lips, that kiss'd the queen, shall sweep the
And thou, that smil'dst at good Duke Hum-
phrey's death,
Against the senseless winds shall grin in vain,
Who in contempt shall hiss at thee again;
And wedded be thou to the hags of hell,
For daring to affy a mighty lord
Unto the daughter of a worthless king,
having neither subject, wealth, nor diadem.
By devilish policy art thou grown great,
And, like ambitious Sylla, overgorg'd
With gobbets of thy mother's bleeding heart.
By thee Anjou and Maine were sold to France,
The false revolting Normans thorough thee
Disdain to call us lord, and Picardy
Hath slain their governors, surpris'd our forts,
And sent the ragged soldiers wounded home.
The princely Warwick, and the Nevils all,
Whose dreadful swords were never drawn in
As hating thee, are rising up in arms:
And now the house of York, thrust from the
By shameful murder of a guiltless king,
And lofty proud encroaching tyranny,
Burns with revenging fire; whose hopeful co-
Advance our half-faced sun, striving to shine,
Under the which is writ Invitis nubibus.
The commons here in Kent are up in arms;
And to conclude, reproach and beggary
Is crept into the palace of our king,
And all by thee. Away! con-vey him hence.
Suf. O! that I were a god, to shoot forth
Upon these paltry, servile, abject drudges.
Small things make base men proud: this villain
Being captain of a pinnace, threatens more
Than Bargulus the strong Illyrian pirate.
Drones suck not eagles' blood, but rob bee-
It is impossible that I should die
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!
Whit. Come, Suffolk, I must waft thee to thy
Suf. Gelidus timor occupat artus: 'tis thee
I fear.
Whit. Thou shalt have cause to fear before I
leave thee.
What! are ye daunted now? now will ye stoop?
First Gent. My gracious lord, entreat him,
speak him fair.
Suf. Suffolk's imperial tongue is stern and
Us'd 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
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.
True nobility is exempt from fear:
More can I bear than you dare execute.
Cap. Halo him away, and let him talk no
Suf. Come, soldiers, show what cruelty ye can,
That this my death may never be forgot.
Great men oft die by vile bezonians.
A Roman sworder and banditto slave
Murder'd sweet Tully; Brutus' bastard hand
Stabb'd Julius Cæsar; savage islanders
Pompey the Great; and Suffolk dies by pirates.
[Exit with SUFFOLK, WHITMORE and Others.
Cap. And as for these whose ransom we have
It is our pleasure one of them depart:
Therefore come you with us and let him go.
[Exeunt all but first Gentleman.

Re-enter WHITMORE, with SUFFOLK'S body.
Whit. There let his head and lifeless body
Until the queen his mistress bury it. [Exit.
First Gent. O barbarous and bloody spec-
His body will I bear unto the king:
If he revenge it not, yet will his friends;
So will the queen, that living held him dear.
[Exit with the body.
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