SUFFOLK
Why, Warwick, who should do the duke to death? Myself and Beaufort had him in protection; And we, I
hope, sir, are no murderers. WARWICK
But both of you were vow'd Duke Humphrey's foes, And you, forsooth, had the good duke to keep: 'Tis
like you would not feast him like a friend; And 'tis well seen he found an enemy. QUEEN MARGARET
Then you, belike, suspect these noblemen As guilty of Duke Humphrey's timeless death. WARWICK
Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh And sees fast by a butcher with an axe, But will suspect
'twas he that made the slaughter? Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest, But may imagine how the
bird was dead, Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak? Even so suspicious is this tragedy. QUEEN MARGARET
Are you the butcher, Suffolk? Where's your knife? Is Beaufort term'd a kite? Where are his talons? SUFFOLK
I wear no knife to slaughter sleeping men; But here's a vengeful sword, rusted with ease, That shall be
scoured in his rancorous heart That slanders me with murder's crimson badge. Say, if thou darest, proud
Lord of Warwick-shire, That I am faulty in Duke Humphrey's death.
Exeunt CARDINAL, SOMERSET, and others WARWICK
What dares not Warwick, if false Suffolk dare him? QUEEN MARGARET
He dares not calm his contumelious spirit Nor cease to be an arrogant controller, Though Suffolk dare
him twenty thousand times. WARWICK
Madam, be still; with reverence may I say; For every word you speak in his behalf Is slander to your royal
dignity. SUFFOLK
Blunt-witted lord, ignoble in demeanor! If ever lady wrong'd her lord so 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 Nevils' noble race. WARWICK
But that the guilt of murder bucklers thee And I should rob the deathsman of his fee, Quitting thee thereby
of ten thousand shames, And that my sovereign's presence makes me mild, I would, false murderous
coward, on thy knee Make thee beg pardon for thy passed speech, And say it was thy mother that thou
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