And threw it towards thy land: the sea receiv'd it, 108
And so I wish'd thy body might my heart:
And even with this I lost fair England's view,
And bid mine eyes be packing with my heart,
And call'd them blind and dusky spectacles 112
For losing ken of Albion's wished coast.
How often have I tempted Suffolk's tongue—
The agent of thy foul inconstancy—
To sit and witch me, as Ascanius did, 116
When he to madding Dido would unfold
His father's acts, commenc'd in burning Troy!
Am I not witch'd like her? or thou not false like him?
Ay me! I can no more. Die, Margaret! 120
For Henry weeps that thou dost live so long.
Noise within. Enter Warwick and many Commons.
War. It is reported, mighty sovereign,
That good Duke Humphrey traitorously is murder'd
By Suffolk and the Cardinal Beaufort's means. 124
The commons, like an angry hive of bees
That want their leader, scatter up and down,
And care not who they sting in his revenge.
Myself have calm'd their spleenful mutiny, 128
Until they hear the order of his death.
King. That he is dead, good Warwick, 'tis too true;
But how he died God knows, not Henry.
Enter his chamber, view his breathless corpse, 132
And comment then upon his sudden death.
War. That shall I do, my liege. Stay, Salisbury,
With the rude multitude till I return. [Exit.]
King. O! thou that judgest all things, stay my thoughts, 136
111 be packing with: accompany in flight
112 spectacles: visual organs
116-118 Cf. n.
116 witch: betwitch
117 madding: growing mad
129 order: manner
133 comment upon: interpret
134 Salisbury; cf. n.
