Page 546 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

For that John Mortimer, which now is dead,
In face, in gait, in speech, he doth resemble:
By this, I shall perceive the commons’ mind,
How they affect the house and claim of York. [375]
Say he be taken, racked, and tortured,
I know no pain they can inflict upon him
Will make him say I moved him to those arms.
Say that he thrive, as ’tis great like he will,
Why, then from Ireland come I with my strength [380]
And reap the harvest which that rascal sowed.
For Humphrey being dead, as he shall be,
And Henry put apart, the next for me.

Exit.

Scene II IT

Enter two or three [Murderers] running over the stage from the murder
of Duke Humphrey.

FIRST MURDERER

Run to my Lord of Suffolk; let him know
We have dispatched the duke, as he commanded.

SECOND MURDERER

O, that it were to do! What have we done?
Didst ever hear a man so penitent?

Enter Suffolk.

FIRST MURDERER

Here comes my lord. [5]

SUFFOLK

Now, sirs, have you dispatched this thing?

FIRST MURDERER

Ay, my good lord, he’s dead.

SUFFOLK

Why, that’s well said. Go, get you to my house;