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King Henry the Sixth, IV. v

This is it that makes me bridle passion,

And bear with mildness my misfortune's cross;

Ay, ay, for this I draw in many a tear,

And stop the rising of blood-sucking sighs,

Lest with my sighs or tears I blast or drown

King Edward's fruit, true heir to th' English crown.

Riv. But, madam, where is Warwick then become?

L. Grey. I am inform'd that he comes towards London,

To set the crown once more on Henry's head:

Guess thou the rest; King Edward's friends must down.

But, to prevent the tyrant's violence,—

For trust not him that hath once broken faith,—

I'll hence forthwith unto the sanctuary,

To save at least the heir of Edward's right:

There shall I rest secure from force and fraud.

Come, therefore; let us fly while we may fly:

If Warwick take us, we are sure to die.

Rich. Now, my Lord Hastings and Sir William Stanley,

Leave off to wonder why I drew you hither,

Into this chiefest thicket of the park.

Thus stands the case. You know, our king, my brother,

Is prisoner to the bishop here, at whose hands

 22 blood-sucking sighs; cf. n.

31, 32 Cf. n.

 Scene Five; cf. n. 