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Still lamenting and mourning for Suffolk’s death?
I fear me, love, if that I had been dead,
Thou wouldest not have mourned so much for me.

MARGARET

No, my love, I should not mourn but die for thee. [25]

Enter a Messenger.

KING HENRY

How now! What news? Why com’st thou in such haste?

MESSENGER

The rebels are in Southwark; fly, my lord!
Jack Cade proclaims himself Lord Mortimer,
Descended from the Duke of Clarence’ house,
And calls your grace usurper openly [30]
And vows to crown himself in Westminster.
His army is a ragged multitude
Of hinds and peasants, rude and merciless:
Sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother’s death
Hath given them heart and courage to proceed. [35]
All scholars, lawyers, courtiers, gentlemen,
They call false caterpillars, and intend their death.

KING HENRY

Oh graceless men! They know not what they do.

BUCKINGHAM

My gracious lord, retire to Killingworth
Until a power be raised to put them down. [40]

MARGARET

Ah, were the Duke of Suffolk now alive,
These Kentish rebels would be soon appeased.

KING HENRY

Lord Say, the traitors hate thee;
Therefore away with us to Killingworth.