Say he be taken, rack’d and tortured,
I know no pain they can inflict upon him
[♦] Will make him say I moved him to those arms.
Say that he thrive, as ’tis great like he will,
380 Why, then from Ireland come I with my strength
And reap the harvest which that rascal sow’d;
For Humphrey being dead, as he shall be,
[♦] And Henry put apart, the next for me. [Exit.
bcb SCENE II. Bury St Edmund’s. A room of state.
Enter certain Murderers, hastily.