When he to madding Dido would unfold
His father’s acts commenced in burning Troy!
[♦] Am I not witch’d like her? or thou not false like him?
[120] Ay me, I can no more! die, Eleanor!
[♦] For Henry weeps that thou dost live so long.
Noise within. Enter WARWICK, SALISBURY and many Commons.
War. It is reported, mighty sovereign,
That good Duke Humphrey traitorously is murder’d
[♦] By Suffolk and the Cardinal Beaufort’s means.
125 The commons, like an angry hive of bees