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	[Enter KING HENRY VI with a supplication, and the
	QUEEN with SUFFOLK'S head, BUCKINGHAM and Lord SAY]

QUEEN MARGARET: Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind,
	And makes it fearful and degenerate;
	Think therefore on revenge and cease to weep.
	But who can cease to weep and look on this?
	Here may his head lie on my throbbing breast:
	But where's the body that I should embrace?

BUCKINGHAM: What answer makes your grace to the rebels'
	supplication?

KING HENRY VI: I'll send some holy bishop to entreat;
	For God forbid so many simple souls
	Should perish by the sword! And I myself,
	Rather than bloody war shall cut them short,
	Will parley with Jack Cade their general:
	But stay, I'll read it over once again.

QUEEN MARGARET: Ah, barbarous villains! hath this lovely face
	Ruled, like a wandering planet, over me,
	And could it not enforce them to relent,
	That were unworthy to behold the same?

KING HENRY VI: Lord Say, Jack Cade hath sworn to have thy head.

SAY: Ay, but I hope your highness shall have his.

KING HENRY VI: How now, madam!
	Still lamenting and mourning for Suffolk's death?
	I fear me, love, if that I had been dead,
	Thou wouldst not have mourn'd so much for me.

QUEEN MARGARET: No, my love, I should not mourn, but die for thee.

	[Enter a Messenger]

KING HENRY VI: How now! what news? why comest 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
	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:
	All scholars, lawyers, courtiers, gentlemen,
	They call false caterpillars, and intend their death.

KING HENRY VI: O graceless men! they know not what they do.

BUCKINGHAM: My gracious lord, return to Killingworth,
	Until a power be raised to put them down.

QUEEN MARGARET: Ah, were the Duke of Suffolk now alive,
	These Kentish rebels would be soon appeased!

KING HENRY VI: Lord Say, the traitors hate thee;
	Therefore away with us to Killingworth.

SAY: So might your grace's person be in danger.
	The sight of me is odious in their eyes;
	And therefore in this city will I stay
	And live alone as secret as I may.

	[Enter another Messenger]

Messenger: Jack Cade hath gotten London bridge:
	The citizens fly and forsake their houses:
	The rascal people, thirsting after prey,
	Join with the traitor, and they jointly swear
	To spoil the city and your royal court.

BUCKINGHAM: Then linger not, my lord, away, take horse.

KING HENRY VI: Come, Margaret; God, our hope, will succor us.

QUEEN MARGARET: My hope is gone, now Suffolk is deceased.

KING HENRY VI: Farewell, my lord: trust not the Kentish rebels.

BUCKINGHAM: Trust nobody, for fear you be betray'd.

SAY: The trust I have is in mine innocence,
	And therefore am I bold and resolute.

	[Exeunt]




	2 KING HENRY VI






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