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The princely Warwick and the Nevilles 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 [95]
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; [100]
And, to conclude, reproach and beggary
Is crept into the palace of our king,
And all by thee. - Away! Convey him hence.
SUFFOLK
O that I were a god, to shoot forth thunder
Upon these paltry, servile, abject drudges! [105]
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 bee-hives:
It is impossible that I should die [110]
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.
LIEUT ENANT
Walter - [115]
WHIT MORE
Come, Suffolk, I must waft thee to thy death.
SUFFOLK
Paene gelidus timor occupat artus: it is thee I fear.
WHIT MORE
Thou shalt have cause to fear before I leave thee.
What, are ye daunted now? Now will ye stoop?
