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Suffolk arise. Welcome Queen Margaret to English Henries Court, The greatest show of kindness yet we can bestow, Is this kind kiss: Oh gracious God of heaven, Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness, For in this beauteous face thou hast bestowed A world of pleasures to my perplexed soul. Her looks did wound, but now speech does pierce, Lovely Queen Margaret fit down by my side, And uncle Gloucester, and you lordly Peers, With one voice welcome my beloved Queen. They please us well, lord Marquess kneel down, we here create thee first Duke of Suffolk, and girded thee with the sword. Cousin of York, we here discharge your grace from being Regent in the parts of France, till term of 18 months be full expire. Thanks uncle Winchester, Gloucester, York, and Buckingham, Somerset, Salsbury, and Warwick. We thank you all for this great favour done, In entertainment to my princely Queen, Come let us in, and with all speed provide To see her Coronation be performed. My lords, I care not who be Regent in France, or York, or omerset, alls one to me. Come hither fellow, didst thou speak these words? Then be it so my Lord of Somerset, We make your grace Regent over the French, And to defend our rights gainst foreign foes, And so do good unto the Realm of France, Make haste my Lord, 'tis time that you were gone, The time of truce I think is full expire. Cease gentle Queen, and whet not on these furious Lords to wrath, for blessed are the peacemakers on earth. And good my lords, proceed no further against our un kle Gloucester, Then by joust proof you can affirm, For as the sucking child or harmless lamb, So is he innocent of treason to our state. How now Suffolk, where's our uncle? Go old Buckingham and Clifford gather And Army up, and meet with the rebels: Come Madam let us haste to Killingworth, Come on Lord Say, go thou along with us, For fear the rebel Cade do find thee out. Lord Somerset, what news hear you of the rebel Cade? Gods will be done, for as he hath decreed, so it must be: And be it as he please, to stop the pride of those rebellious me ̄ . How now uncle, whats the matter that you stay so suddenly. Uncle Gloucester, what do you think of this? Be patient gentle Aunt, It was against her will. Believe me my love, thou Wertenberg much too blame, I would not for a thousand pounds of gold, My noble uncle had been here in place. But see where he comes, I am glad he met her non Uncle Gloucester, what answer makes your grace Concerning our Regent for the Realm of France? Whom thinks your grace is meetest for to send? Come uncle Gloucester, now lets have our horse, For we will to Saint Albans presently, Madame, your hawk, they say is swift of flight, And we will try, how she will fly to day. How wonderful the Lords works are on earth Even in these Silly creatures of his hands! Uncle Gloucester, how High your hawk did soar, And on a sudden soused the partridge down. Why how now Lords? The wind grows high, so does your colour, lords. How now! now sirrah, what miracle is it? Go fetch him hither, that we may glorify the Lord with him. Thou happy man give God eternal praise, For he it is that thus hath helped thee. Then belike he knows what colour jeat is on. Have done I say, and let me hear no more of that. What news brings Duke Humphrey of Buckingham? First of the King, what shall become of him? Let Somerset shun castles, For safer shall he be upon the sandy plains, Then where castles mounted stand. Come my lords this night weel lodge in S. Albons, And to morrow we will ride to London, And try the utmost of these treasons forth, Come uncle Gloucester along with us, My mind does tell me thou art innocent. Stand forth dame Elnor Cobham duchess of Gloucester, & hear the sentence pronounced against thee for these trea sons, that thou hast committed gainst us, our States, and Peers. First; for thy heinous crimes, thou shalt two days in London do penance barefoot in the streets, with a white sheet about thy body, & a wax taper burning in thy hand: that done, thou shaltbe banished for ever into the I'll of Man, there to end thy wretched days, and this is our sentence irrevocable. Away with her. Grieve not noble uncle, but be thou glad, In that these treasons thus are come to light, Lest God had pourde his vengeance on thy head, For her offences that thou heldst so deer. With all my heart good uncle, when you please, Yet ere thou goest, Humphrey resign thy staff, For Henry will be no more protected, The Lord shall be my guide, both for my land and me. Uncle Gloucester, stand up and go in peace, No less beloved of us, then when Thou Wertenberg Protector over my land. Then call them forth, that they may try their rights. Go take hence that triator from our sighed, For by his death we do perceive his gilded, And God in justice hath revealed to us, The truth and innocence of this poor fellow, Which he had thought to have murdered wrongfully: Come fellow follow us for thy reward. I wonder our uncle Gloucester stays so long. Welcome Lord Somerset, what news from France Cold news indeed Lord Somerset, But Gods will be done. Good uncle obey to his arrest, I have no doubt but thou shalt clear thy self, My conscience tells me thou are innocent. My lords, what to your wisdoms shall seem best, Do and undo, as if our self were here. Yea Margaret, my heart is killed with grief, Where I may fit and sighs in endless moan, For who's a traitor? Gloucester he is none. My lord of Suffolk go call our uncle Gloucester, Tell him, this day we will that he do clear himself. What does my Lord of Suffolk bid me comfort? Came he even now to sing a Ravens note, And thinks he that the chirping of a Wren, By crying comfort through a hollow voice, Can satissie my griefs, or ease my heart? Thou baleful messenger, out of my sighed, For even in thy eie-balls murder sits, Yet do not go: come Basaliske And kill the Silly gazer with thy looks. Ah woe is me, for wretched Gloucesters death. That he is dead (good Warwick) is too true, But how he died, God knows, not Henry. Ah uncle Gloucester, heaven receive thy soul, Farewell poor Henries joy, now thou art gone. Why how now lords? Good Salsbury go back again to them. Tell them we thank them for all their loving care, And had not I been cited thus by their means, My self had done it: therefore here I swear, If Suffolk be found to breathe in any place, Where I have rule, but three days more, he die. Ungentle Queen, to call him gentle Suffolk, Speak not for him, for in England he shall not rest, If I say, I may relent, but if I swear it is irrevocable: Come Warwick, and go thou in with me, For I have great matters to impart to thee. O see my lord of Salsbury how he is troubled, Lord Cardinal, remember Christ must have thy soul. Lord Cardinal, if thou diest assured of heavenly bliss, Hold up thy hand, and make some sign to us. O see, he die, and makes no sign at all, O God forgive his soul. Forbear to judge, good Salsbury forbear, For God will judge us all: Go take him hence, and see his funerals be performed. Sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother is slain, And the rebels march amain to London, Go back to them, and tell them thus from me, I'll come and parley with their general. How now Madam, still lamenting and mourning for Suffolks death, I fear my love, if I had been dead, thou wouldst not have mourned so much for me. Even as thou wilt my Lord Say: Come Madame, let us go. But tell me Clifford, is their captain here Stand up you simple men, and give God praise, For you did take in hand you know not what, And go in peace obedient to your King, And live as subjects, and you shall not want, While Henry lives, and wears the English crown. Come let us haste to London now with speed, That solemn procession may be sung, In laud and honour of the God of heaven, And triumphs of this happy victory. How now Buckingham, is York friends with us That thus thou bringest him hand in hand with thee? Then welcome cousin York, give me thy hand, And thanks for thy great service done to us, Against those traitorous Irish that rebelled. First, thanks to heaven, and next, to thee my friend, That hast subdued that wicked traitor thus, O let me see that head that in his life Did work me and my land such cruel spite A visage stern, coal black his curled locks, Deep trenched furrows in his frowning brow, Presages warlike humours in his life. Here take it hence, and thou for thy reward, Shalt be immediately created Knight: Kneel down my friend, and tell me whats thy name. Then rise up sir Alexander Eyden Knight, And for thy maintenance, I freely give A thousand marks a year for to maintain thee, Beside the firm reward that was proclaimde, For those that could perform this worthy act, And thou shalt wait upon the person of the King. Oh Buckingham, see where Somerset comes Bid him go hide himself till York be gone. Yea, a bedlam frantic humour drives him thus, To leafy Arms against his lawful King. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himself. Come then fair Queen, to London let us haste, And summon a parliament with speed, To stop the fury of these dire events.