This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1733 Excerpt: ...her lord (b much, Thy mother took into her blameful bed Some stern untutor'd churl; and noble stock Was graft with crab-tree slip, whose fruit thou art; And never of the NeviPs noble Race. War. But that the guilt of murther bucklers thee, And I should rob the deathVman of his fee, Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames, And that my Soveraign's presence makes me mild, I would, false murd'rous Coward, on thy knee Make thee beg pardon for thy pasted speech, And say, it was thy mother that thou meant'st;--That thou thy self wast born in bastardy: And, after all this fearful homage done, Give thee thy hire, and fend thy foul to hell, Pernicious blood-sucker of steeping men. Suf. Thou shalt be waking, while I shed thy blood, If from this presence thou dar'st go with me. War. Away ev'n now, or I will drag thee hence: Unworthy though thou art, I'll cope with thee; And do some service to Duke Humphry's ghost. Exeunt. K. Henry. What stronger breast-plate than a heart untainted? (12) Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just; And he but naked, (though lock'd up in steel) Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. A noise within. QMar. What noise is this? Enter Suffolk and Warwick, with their weapons drawn. K. Henry. Why, how now, lords? your wrathful weapons drawn Here in our presence! dare you be so bold? Why, what tumultuous clamour have we here? Suf. The trait'rous Warwick with the men of Bury Set all upon me, mighty Soveraign. Enter Salisbury. Sal. Sirs, stand apart; the King shall know your mind. Dread lord, the Commons fend you word by me, Unless lord Suffolk strait be done to death, Or banished fair England's territories, They will by violence tear him from your Palace, And torture him with grievous lingring death. They fay, by him the good Duke H...