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The second Part of Henry the Sixt. Combe downe his haire; looke, looke, it stands vpright, Like Lime‑twigs set to catch my winged soule: Giue me some drinke, and bid the Apothecarie
[2020]
Bring the strong poyson that I bought of him.
King. Oh thou eternall mouer of the heauens, Looke with a gentle eye vpon this Wretch, Oh beate away the busie medling Fiend, That layes strong siege vnto this wretches soule,
[2025]
And from his bosome purge this blacke dispaire.
War. See how the pangs of death do make him grin. Sal. Disturbe him not, let him passe peaceably. King. Peace to his soule, if Gods good pleasure be. Lord Card'nall, if thou think'st on heauens blisse,
[2030]
Hold vp thy hand, make signall of thy hope. He dies and makes no signe: Oh God forgiue him.
War. So bad a death, argues a monstrous life. King. Forbeare to iudge, for we are sinners all. Close vp his eyes, and draw the Curtaine close,
[2035]
And let vs all to Meditation.
Exeunt.
[Act 4, Scene 1] Alarum. Fight at Sea. Ordnance goes off. Enter Lieutenant, Suffolke, and others. Lieu. The gaudy blabbing and remorsefull day, Is crept into the bosome of the Sea: And now loud houling Wolues arouse the Iades That dragge the Tragicke melancholy night:
[2040]
Who with their drowsie, slow, and flagging wings Cleape dead‑mens graues, and from their misty Iawes, Breath foule contagious darknesse in the ayre: Therefore bring forth the Souldiers of our prize, For whilst our Pinnace Anchors in the Downes,
[2045]
Heere shall they make theit their ransome on the sand, Or with their blood staine this discoloured shore. Maister, this Prisoner freely giue I thee, And thou that art his Mate, make boote of this: The other Walter Whitmore is thy share.
1. Gent.
[2050]
What is my ransome Master, let me know.
Ma. A thousand Crownes, or else lay down your head Mate. And so much shall you giue, or off goes yours. Lieu. What thinke you much to pay 2000. Crownes, And beare the name and port of Gentlemen?
[2055]
Cut both the Villaines throats, for dy you shall: The liues of those which we haue lost in fight, Be counter‑poys'd with such a pettie summe.
1. Gent. Ile giue it sir, and therefore spare my life. 2. Gent. And so will I, and write home for it straight. Whitm.
[2060]
I lost mine eye in laying the prize aboord, And therefore to reuenge it, shalt thou dye, And so should these, if I might haue my will.
Lieu. Be not so rash, take ransome, let him liue. Suf. Looke on my George, I am a Gentleman,
[2065]
Rate meat what thou wilt, thou shalt be payed.
Whit. And so am I: my name is Walter Whitmore. How now? why starts thou? What doth death affright? Suf. Thy name affrights me, in whose sound is death: A cunning man did calculate my birth,
[2070]
And told me that by Water I should dye: Yet let not this make thee be bloody‑minded, Thy name is guiltier, being rightly founded.
Whit. Gualtier or Walter, which it is I care not, Neuer yet did base dishonour blurre our name,
[2075]
But with our sword we wip'd away the blot. Therefore, when Merchant‑like I sell reuenge, Broke be my sword, my Armes torne and defac'd, And I proclaim'd a Coward through the world.

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Suf. Stay Whitmore, for thy Prisoner is a Prince,
[2080]
The Duke of Suffolke, William de la Pole.
Whit. The Duke of Suffolke, muffled vp in ragges? Suf. I, but these ragges are no part of the Duke. Lieu. But Ioue was neuer slaine as thou shalt be, Obscure and lowsie Swaine, King Henries blood. Suf.
[2085]
The honourable blood of Lancaster Must not be shed by such a iaded Groome: Hast thou not kist thy hand, and held my stirrop? Bare‑headed plodded by my foot‑cloth Mule, And thought thee happy when I shooke my head.
[2090]
How often hast thou waited at my cup, Fed from my Trencher, kneel'd downe at the boord, When I haue, fested with Queene Margaret? Remember it, and let it make thee Crest‑falne, I, and alay this thy abortiue Pride:
[2095]
How in our voyding Lobby hast thou stood, And duly wayted for my comming forth? This hand of mine hath writ in thy behalfe, And therefore shall it charme thy riotous tongue.
Whit. Speak Captaine, shall I stab the forlorn Swain. Lieu.
[2100]
First let my words stab him, as he hath me.
Suf. Base slaue, thy words are blunt, and so art thou. Lieu. Conuey him hence, and on our long boats side, Strike off his head. Suf. Thou dar'st not for thy owne. Lieu.
[2105]
Poole, Sir Poole? Lord, I kennell, puddle, sinke, whose filth and dirt Troubles the siluer Spring, where England drinkes: Now will I dam vp this thy yawning mouth, For swallowing the Treasure of the Realme.
[2110]
Thy lips that kist the Queene, shall sweepe the ground: And thou that smil'dst at good Duke Humfries death, Against the senselesse windes shall grin in vaine, Who in contempt shall hisse at thee againe. And wedded be thou to the Hagges of hell,
[2115]
For daring to affye a mighty Lord Vnto the daughter of a worthlesse King, Hauing neyther Subiect, Wealth, nor Diadem: By diuellish policy art thou growne great, And like ambitious Sylla ouer‑gorg'd,
[2120]
With gobbets of thy Mother‑bleeding heart. By thee Aniou and Maine were sold to France. The false reuolting Normans thorough thee, Disdaine to call vs Lord, and Piccardie Hath slaine their Gouernors, surpriz'd our Forts,
[2125]
And sent the ragged Souldiers wounded home. The Princely Warwicke, and the Neuils all, Whose dreadfull swords were neuer drawne in vaine, As hating thee, and rising vp in armes. And now the House of Yorke thrust from the Crowne,
[2130]
By shamefull murther of a guiltlesse King, And lofty proud incroaching tyranny, Burnes with reuenging fire, whose hopefull colours Aduance our halfe‑fac'd Sunne, striuing to shine; Vnder the which is writ, Iunitis nubibus.
[2135]
The Commons heere in Kent are vp in armes, And to conclude, Reproach and Beggerie, Is crept into the Pallace of our King, And all by thee: away, conuey him hence.
Suf. O that I were a God, to shoot forth Thunder
[2140]
Vpon these paltry, seruile, abiect Drudges: Small things make base men proud. This Villaine heere, Being Captaine of a Pinnace, threatens more Then Bargulus the strong Illyrian Pyrate. Drones sucke not Eagles blood, but rob Bee‑hiues:
[2145]
It is impossible that I should dye By

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[Act 4, Scene 1] Alarum. Fight at Sea. Ordnance goes off. Enter Lieutenant, Suffolke, and others. Lieu. The gaudy blabbing and remorsefull day, Is crept into the bosome of the Sea: And now loud houling Wolues arouse the Iades That dragge the Tragicke melancholy night:
[2040]
Who with their drowsie, slow, and flagging wings Cleape dead‑mens graues, and from their misty Iawes, Breath foule contagious darknesse in the ayre: Therefore bring forth the Souldiers of our prize, For whilst our Pinnace Anchors in the Downes,
[2045]
Heere shall they make theit their ransome on the sand, Or with their blood staine this discoloured shore. Maister, this Prisoner freely giue I thee, And thou that art his Mate, make boote of this: The other Walter Whitmore is thy share.
1. Gent.
[2050]
What is my ransome Master, let me know.
Ma. A thousand Crownes, or else lay down your head Mate. And so much shall you giue, or off goes yours. Lieu. What thinke you much to pay 2000. Crownes, And beare the name and port of Gentlemen?
[2055]
Cut both the Villaines throats, for dy you shall: The liues of those which we haue lost in fight, Be counter‑poys'd with such a pettie summe.
1. Gent. Ile giue it sir, and therefore spare my life. 2. Gent. And so will I, and write home for it straight. Whitm.
[2060]
I lost mine eye in laying the prize aboord, And therefore to reuenge it, shalt thou dye, And so should these, if I might haue my will.
Lieu. Be not so rash, take ransome, let him liue. Suf. Looke on my George, I am a Gentleman,
[2065]
Rate meat what thou wilt, thou shalt be payed.
Whit. And so am I: my name is Walter Whitmore. How now? why starts thou? What doth death affright? Suf. Thy name affrights me, in whose sound is death: A cunning man did calculate my birth,
[2070]
And told me that by Water I should dye: Yet let not this make thee be bloody‑minded, Thy name is guiltier, being rightly founded.
Whit. Gualtier or Walter, which it is I care not, Neuer yet did base dishonour blurre our name,
[2075]
But with our sword we wip'd away the blot. Therefore, when Merchant‑like I sell reuenge, Broke be my sword, my Armes torne and defac'd, And I proclaim'd a Coward through the world.
Suf. Stay Whitmore, for thy Prisoner is a Prince,
[2080]
The Duke of Suffolke, William de la Pole.
Whit. The Duke of Suffolke, muffled vp in ragges? Suf. I, but these ragges are no part of the Duke. Lieu. But Ioue was neuer slaine as thou shalt be, Obscure and lowsie Swaine, King Henries blood. Suf.
[2085]
The honourable blood of Lancaster Must not be shed by such a iaded Groome: Hast thou not kist thy hand, and held my stirrop? Bare‑headed plodded by my foot‑cloth Mule, And thought thee happy when I shooke my head.
[2090]
How often hast thou waited at my cup, Fed from my Trencher, kneel'd downe at the boord, When I haue, fested with Queene Margaret? Remember it, and let it make thee Crest‑falne, I, and alay this thy abortiue Pride:
[2095]
How in our voyding Lobby hast thou stood, And duly wayted for my comming forth? This hand of mine hath writ in thy behalfe, And therefore shall it charme thy riotous tongue.
Whit. Speak Captaine, shall I stab the forlorn Swain. Lieu.
[2100]
First let my words stab him, as he hath me.
Suf. Base slaue, thy words are blunt, and so art thou. Lieu. Conuey him hence, and on our long boats side, Strike off his head. Suf. Thou dar'st not for thy owne. Lieu.
[2105]
Poole, Sir Poole? Lord, I kennell, puddle, sinke, whose filth and dirt Troubles the siluer Spring, where England drinkes: Now will I dam vp this thy yawning mouth, For swallowing the Treasure of the Realme.
[2110]
Thy lips that kist the Queene, shall sweepe the ground: And thou that smil'dst at good Duke Humfries death, Against the senselesse windes shall grin in vaine, Who in contempt shall hisse at thee againe. And wedded be thou to the Hagges of hell,
[2115]
For daring to affye a mighty Lord Vnto the daughter of a worthlesse King, Hauing neyther Subiect, Wealth, nor Diadem: By diuellish policy art thou growne great, And like ambitious Sylla ouer‑gorg'd,
[2120]
With gobbets of thy Mother‑bleeding heart. By thee Aniou and Maine were sold to France. The false reuolting Normans thorough thee, Disdaine to call vs Lord, and Piccardie Hath slaine their Gouernors, surpriz'd our Forts,
[2125]
And sent the ragged Souldiers wounded home. The Princely Warwicke, and the Neuils all, Whose dreadfull swords were neuer drawne in vaine, As hating thee, and rising vp in armes. And now the House of Yorke thrust from the Crowne,
[2130]
By shamefull murther of a guiltlesse King, And lofty proud incroaching tyranny, Burnes with reuenging fire, whose hopefull colours Aduance our halfe‑fac'd Sunne, striuing to shine; Vnder the which is writ, Iunitis nubibus.
[2135]
The Commons heere in Kent are vp in armes, And to conclude, Reproach and Beggerie, Is crept into the Pallace of our King, And all by thee: away, conuey him hence.
Suf. O that I were a God, to shoot forth Thunder
[2140]
Vpon these paltry, seruile, abiect Drudges: Small things make base men proud. This Villaine heere, Being Captaine of a Pinnace, threatens more Then Bargulus the strong Illyrian Pyrate. Drones sucke not Eagles blood, but rob Bee‑hiues:
[2145]
It is impossible that I should dye By such a lowly Vassall as thy selfe. Thy words moue Rage, and not remorse in me: I go of Message from the Queene to France: I charge thee waft me safely crosse the Channell.
Lieu.
[2150]
Water: W. Come Suffolke, I must waft thee to thy death.
Suf. Pine gelidus timor occupant artus, it is thee I feare. Wal. Thou shalt haue cause to feare before I leaue thee. What, are ye danted now? Now will ye stoope. 1. Gent. My gracious Lord intreat him, speak him fair. Suf.
[2155]
Suffolkes Imperiall tongue is sterne and rough: Vs'd to command, vntaught to pleade for fauour. Farre be it, we should honor such as these With humble suite: no, rather let my head Stoope to the blocke, then these knees bow to any,
[2160]
Saue to the God of heauen, and to my King: And sooner dance vpon a bloody pole, Then stand vncouer'd to the Vulgar Groome. True Nobility, is exempt from feare: More can I beare, then you dare execute.
Lieu.
[2165]
Hale him away, and let him talke no more: Come Souldiers, shew what cruelty ye can.
Suf. That this my death may neuer be forgot. Great men oft dye by vilde Bezonions. A Romane Sworder, and Bandetto slaue
[2170]
Murder'd sweet Tully. Brutsu Brutus Bastard hand Stab'd Iulius Cæsar. Sauage Islanders Pompey the Great, and Suffolke dyes by Pyrats.
Exit Water with Suffolke. Lieu. And as for these whose ransome we haue set, It is our pleasure one of them depart:
[2175]
Therefore come you with vs, and let him go.
Exit Lieutenant, and the rest. Manet the first Gent. Enter Walter with the body. Wal. There let his head, and liuelesse bodie lye, Vntill the Queene his Mistris bury it. Exit Walter. 1. Gent. O barbarous and bloudy spectacle, His body will I beare vnto the King:
[2180]
If he reuenge it not, yet will his Friends, So will the Queene, that liuing, held him deere.
 

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      <l n="2060">I lost mine eye in laying the prize aboord,</l>
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      <l n="2062">And so should these, if I might haue my will.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Lieu.</speaker>
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      <l n="2065">Rate meat what thou wilt, thou shalt be payed.</l>
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      <l n="2067">How now? why starts thou? What doth death affright?</l>
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      <l n="2068">Thy name affrights me, in whose sound is death:</l>
      <l n="2069">A cunning man did calculate my birth,</l>
      <l n="2070">And told me that by Water I should dye:</l>
      <l n="2071">Yet let not this make thee be bloody‑minded,</l>
      <l n="2072">Thy name is guiltier, being rightly founded.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-2h6-whi">
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      <l n="2073">
         <hi rend="italic">Gualtier</hi>or<hi rend="italic">Walter</hi>, which it is I care not,</l>
      <l n="2074">Neuer yet did base dishonour blurre our name,</l>
      <l n="2075">But with our sword we wip'd away the blot.</l>
      <l n="2076">Therefore, when Merchant‑like I sell reuenge,</l>
      <l n="2077">Broke be my sword, my Armes torne and defac'd,</l>
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      <l n="2080">The Duke of Suffolke,<hi rend="italic">William de la Pole</hi>.</l>
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      <l n="2081">The Duke of Suffolke, muffled vp in ragges?</l>
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      <l n="2082">I, but these ragges are no part of the Duke.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Lieu.</speaker>
      <l n="2083">But Ioue was neuer slaine as thou shalt be,</l>
      <l n="2084">Obscure and lowsie Swaine, King<hi rend="italic">Henries</hi>blood.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-2h6-suf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Suf.</speaker>
      <l n="2085">The honourable blood of Lancaster</l>
      <l n="2086">Must not be shed by such a iaded Groome:</l>
      <l n="2087">Hast thou not kist thy hand, and held my stirrop?</l>
      <l n="2088">Bare‑headed plodded by my foot‑cloth Mule,</l>
      <l n="2089">And thought thee happy when I shooke my head.</l>
      <l n="2090">How often hast thou waited at my cup,</l>
      <l n="2091">Fed from my Trencher, kneel'd downe at the boord,</l>
      <l n="2092">When I haue, fested with Queene<hi rend="italic">Margaret</hi>?</l>
      <l n="2093">Remember it, and let it make thee Crest‑falne,</l>
      <l n="2094">I, and alay this thy abortiue Pride:</l>
      <l n="2095">How in our voyding Lobby hast thou stood,</l>
      <l n="2096">And duly wayted for my comming forth?</l>
      <l n="2097">This hand of mine hath writ in thy behalfe,</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Lieu.</speaker>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Suf.</speaker>
      <l n="2101">Base slaue, thy words are blunt, and so art thou.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Lieu.</speaker>
      <l n="2102">Conuey him hence, and on our long boats side,</l>
      <l n="2103">Strike off his head.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-2h6-suf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Suf.</speaker>
      <l n="2104">Thou dar'st not for thy owne.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Lieu.</speaker>
      <l n="2105">
         <hi rend="italic">Poole</hi>, Sir<hi rend="italic">Poole</hi>? Lord,</l>
      <l n="2106">I kennell, puddle, sinke, whose filth and dirt</l>
      <l n="2107">Troubles the siluer Spring, where England drinkes:</l>
      <l n="2108">Now will I dam vp this thy yawning mouth,</l>
      <l n="2109">For swallowing the Treasure of the Realme.</l>
      <l n="2110">Thy lips that kist the Queene, shall sweepe the ground:</l>
      <l n="2111">And thou that smil'dst at good Duke<hi rend="italic">Humfries</hi>death,</l>
      <l n="2112">Against the senselesse windes shall grin in vaine,</l>
      <l n="2113">Who in contempt shall hisse at thee againe.</l>
      <l n="2114">And wedded be thou to the Hagges of hell,</l>
      <l n="2115">For daring to affye a mighty Lord</l>
      <l n="2116">Vnto the daughter of a worthlesse King,</l>
      <l n="2117">Hauing neyther Subiect, Wealth, nor Diadem:</l>
      <l n="2118">By diuellish policy art thou growne great,</l>
      <l n="2119">And like ambitious Sylla ouer‑gorg'd,</l>
      <l n="2120">With gobbets of thy Mother‑bleeding heart.</l>
      <l n="2121">By thee<hi rend="italic">Aniou</hi>and<hi rend="italic">Maine</hi>were sold to France.</l>
      <l n="2122">The false reuolting Normans thorough thee,</l>
      <l n="2123">Disdaine to call vs Lord, and<hi rend="italic">Piccardie</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="2124">Hath slaine their Gouernors, surpriz'd our Forts,</l>
      <l n="2125">And sent the ragged Souldiers wounded home.</l>
      <l n="2126">The Princely Warwicke, and the<hi rend="italic">Neuils</hi>all,</l>
      <l n="2127">Whose dreadfull swords were neuer drawne in vaine,</l>
      <l n="2128">As hating thee, and rising vp in armes.</l>
      <l n="2129">And now the House of Yorke thrust from the Crowne,</l>
      <l n="2130">By shamefull murther of a guiltlesse King,</l>
      <l n="2131">And lofty proud incroaching tyranny,</l>
      <l n="2132">Burnes with reuenging fire, whose hopefull colours</l>
      <l n="2133">Aduance our halfe‑fac'd Sunne, striuing to shine;</l>
      <l n="2134">Vnder the which is writ,<hi rend="italic">Iunitis nubibus</hi>.</l>
      <l n="2135">The Commons heere in Kent are vp in armes,</l>
      <l n="2136">And to conclude, Reproach and Beggerie,</l>
      <l n="2137">Is crept into the Pallace of our King,</l>
      <l n="2138">And all by thee: away, conuey him hence.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-suf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Suf.</speaker>
      <l n="2139">O that I were a God, to shoot forth Thunder</l>
      <l n="2140">Vpon these paltry, seruile, abiect Drudges:</l>
      <l n="2141">Small things make base men proud. This Villaine heere,</l>
      <l n="2142">Being Captaine of a Pinnace, threatens more</l>
      <l n="2143">Then<hi rend="italic">Bargulus</hi>the strong Illyrian Pyrate.</l>
      <l n="2144">Drones sucke not Eagles blood, but rob Bee‑hiues:</l>
      <l n="2145">It is impossible that I should dye</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0494-0.jpg" n="138"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="2146">By such a lowly Vassall as thy selfe.</l>
      <l n="2147">Thy words moue Rage, and not remorse in me:</l>
      <l n="2148">I go of Message from the Queene to France:</l>
      <l n="2149">I charge thee waft me safely crosse the Channell.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-lie">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lieu.</speaker>
      <l n="2150">Water: W. Come Suffolke, I must waft thee
      <lb/>to thy death.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-suf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Suf.</speaker>
      <l n="2151">
         <hi rend="italic">Pine gelidus timor occupant artus</hi>, it is thee I feare.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-whi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Wal.</speaker>
      <l n="2152">Thou shalt haue cause to feare before I leaue thee.</l>
      <l n="2153">What, are ye danted now? Now will ye stoope.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-gen.1">
      <speaker rend="italic">1. Gent.</speaker>
      <l n="2154">My gracious Lord intreat him, speak him fair.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-suf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Suf.</speaker>
      <l n="2155">Suffolkes Imperiall tongue is sterne and rough:</l>
      <l n="2156">Vs'd to command, vntaught to pleade for fauour.</l>
      <l n="2157">Farre be it, we should honor such as these</l>
      <l n="2158">With humble suite: no, rather let my head</l>
      <l n="2159">Stoope to the blocke, then these knees bow to any,</l>
      <l n="2160">Saue to the God of heauen, and to my King:</l>
      <l n="2161">And sooner dance vpon a bloody pole,</l>
      <l n="2162">Then stand vncouer'd to the Vulgar Groome.</l>
      <l n="2163">True Nobility, is exempt from feare:</l>
      <l n="2164">More can I beare, then you dare execute.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-lie">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lieu.</speaker>
      <l n="2165">Hale him away, and let him talke no more:</l>
      <l n="2166">Come Souldiers, shew what cruelty ye can.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-suf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Suf.</speaker>
      <l n="2167">That this my death may neuer be forgot.</l>
      <l n="2168">Great men oft dye by vilde Bezonions.</l>
      <l n="2169">A Romane Sworder, and Bandetto slaue</l>
      <l n="2170">Murder'd sweet<hi rend="italic">Tully.<choice>
               <orig>Brutsu</orig>
               <corr>Brutus</corr>
            </choice>
         </hi>Bastard hand</l>
      <l n="2171">Stab'd<hi rend="italic">Iulius Cæsar</hi>. Sauage Islanders</l>
      <l n="2172">
         <hi rend="italic">Pompey</hi>the Great, and<hi rend="italic">Suffolke</hi>dyes by Pyrats.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Water with Suffolke.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-lie">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lieu.</speaker>
      <l n="2173">And as for these whose ransome we haue set,</l>
      <l n="2174">It is our pleasure one of them depart:</l>
      <l n="2175">Therefore come you with vs, and let him go.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Lieutenant, and the rest.</stage>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="mixed">Manet the first Gent. Enter Walter with the body.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-whi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Wal.</speaker>
      <l n="2176">There let his head, and liuelesse bodie lye,</l>
      <l n="2177">Vntill the Queene his Mistris bury it.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Walter.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-gen.1">
      <speaker rend="italic">1. Gent.</speaker>
      <l n="2178">O barbarous and bloudy spectacle,</l>
      <l n="2179">His body will I beare vnto the King:</l>
      <l n="2180">If he reuenge it not, yet will his Friends,</l>
      <l n="2181">So will the Queene, that liuing, held him deere.</l>
   </sp>
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