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Act IVScene IThe coast of KentAlarum. Fight at sea. Ordnance goes off. Enter a Captain, a Master, a Master’s-mate, Walter Whitmore, and others; with them Suffolk, and others, prisonersCaptainThe gaudy, blabbing and remorseful day 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 jaws 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, Walter Whitmore, is thy share.First GentlemanWhat is my ransom, master? let me know.MasterA thousand crowns, or else lay down your head.Master’s-MateAnd so much shall you give, or off goes yours.CaptainWhat, think you much to pay two thousand crowns, And bear the name and port of gentlemen? Cut both the villains’ throats; for die you shall: The lives of those which we have lost in fight Be counterpoised with such a petty sum!First GentlemanI’ll give it, sir; and therefore spare my life.Second GentlemanAnd so will I and write home for it straight.WhitmoreI lost mine eye in laying the prize aboard, And therefore to revenge it, shalt thou die;To SuffolkAnd so should these, if I might have my will.CaptainBe not so rash; take ransom, let him live.SuffolkLook on my George; I am a gentleman: Rate me at what thou wilt, thou shalt be paid.WhitmoreAnd so am I; my name is Walter Whitmore. How now! why start’st thou? what, doth death affright?SuffolkThy 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.WhitmoreGaultier or Walter, which it is, I care not: Never yet did base dishonour blur our name, But with our sword we wiped away the blot; Therefore, when merchant-like I sell revenge, Broke be my sword, my arms torn and defaced, And I proclaim’d a coward through the world!SuffolkStay, Whitmore; for thy prisoner is a prince, The Duke of Suffolk, William de la Pole.WhitmoreThe Duke of Suffolk muffled up in rags!SuffolkAy, but these rags are no part of the duke: Jove sometimes went disguised, and why not I?CaptainBut Jove was never slain, as thou shalt be.SuffolkObscure and lowly swain, King Henry’s blood, The honourable blood of Lancaster, Must not be shed by such a jaded groom. Hast thou not kiss’d thy hand and held my stirrup? Bare-headed plodded by my foot-cloth mule And thought thee happy when I shook my head? How often hast 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.WhitmoreSpeak, captain, shall I stab the forlorn swain?CaptainFirst let my words stab him, as he hath me.SuffolkBase slave, thy words are blunt and so art thou.CaptainConvey him hence and on our longboat’s side Strike off his head.SuffolkThou darest not, for thy own.CaptainYes, Pole.SuffolkPole!CaptainPool! 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 ground; And thou that smiledst at good Duke Humphrey’s death, Against the senseless winds shalt 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, overgorged 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, surprised our forts, And sent the ragged soldiers wounded home. The princely Warwick, and the Nevils all, Whose dreadful swords were never drawn in vain, As hating thee, are rising up in arms: And now the house of York, thrust from the crown By shameful murder of a guiltless king And lofty proud encroaching tyranny, Burns with revenging fire; whose hopeful colours 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! convey him hence.SuffolkO that I were a god, to shoot forth thunder Upon these paltry, servile, abject drudges! Small things make base men proud: this villain here, Being captain of a pinnace, threatens more Than Bargulus the strong Illyrian pirate. Drones suck not eagles’ blood but rob beehives: 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.CaptainWalter,—WhitmoreCome, Suffolk, I must waft thee to thy death.SuffolkGelidus timor occupat artus it is thee I fear.WhitmoreThou shalt have cause to fear before I leave thee. What, are ye daunted now? now will ye stoop?First GentlemanMy gracious lord, entreat him, speak him fair.SuffolkSuffolk’s imperial tongue is stern and rough, Used 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.CaptainHale him away, and let him talk no more.SuffolkCome, 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 Caesar; savage islanders Pompey the Great; and Suffolk dies by pirates.Exeunt Whitmore and others with SuffolkCaptainAnd as for these whose ransom we have set, It is our pleasure one of them depart; Therefore come you with us and let him go.Exeunt all but the First GentlemanRe-enter Whitmore with Suffolk’s bodyWhitmoreThere let his head and lifeless body lie, Until the queen his mistress bury it.ExitFirst GentlemanO barbarous and bloody spectacle! 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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