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* With sorrow snares relenting passengers;
* Car. A breach, that craves a quick expedient * Or as the snake, rolled in a flowering bank,?
stop! * With shining checker'd slough,2 doth sting a child, || What counsel give you in this weighty cause? * That, for the beauty, thinks it excellent.
• York. That Somerset be sent as regent thither: * Believe me, lords, were none more wise than I 'Tis meet, that lucky ruler be employ'd; * (And yet, herein, I judge mine own wit good)
• Witness the fortune he hath had in France. • This Gloster should be quickly rid the world, * Som. If York, with all his far-fet? policy, • To rid us from the fear we have of him.
* Had been the regent there instead of me, * Car. That he should die, is worthy policy; |* He never would have staid in France so long. * But yet we want a colour for his death :
• York. No, not to lose it all, as thou hast done : * 'Tis meet, he be condemn'd by course of law. * I rather would have lost my life betimes,
* Suff. But, in my mind, that were no policy: * Than bring a burden of dishonour home, * The king will labour still to save his life, * By staying there so long, till all were lost. * The commons haply: rise to save his life; * Show me one scar character'd on thy skin : * And yet we have but trivial argument, * Men's flesh preserv'd so whole, do seldom win. * More than mistrust, that shows him worthy death. * Q. Mar. Nay then, this spark will prove a * York. So that, by this, you would not have
raging fire, him die.
* If wind and fuel be brought to feed it with :* Suff. Ah, York, no man alive so fain as I. * No more, good York ;-sweet Somerset, be still;* York. 'Tis York that hath more reason for his | * Thy fortune, York, hadst thou been regent there, death.
* Might happily have prov'd far worse than his. * But, my lord cardinal, and you, my lord of Suf- York. What, worse than naught? nay, then a folk,
shame take all ! * Say as you think, and speak it from your souls,- "Som. And, in the number, thee, that wishest * Were't not all one, an empty eagle were set
shame! * To guard the chicken from a hungry kite, "Car. My lord of York, try what your fortune is * As place duke Humphrey for the king's protector? ||. The uncivil kernes of Ireland are in arms, Q. Mar. So the poor chicken should be sure of And temper clay with blood of Englishmen: death.
• To Ireland will you lead a band of men, Suff. Madam, 'tis true: And were't not mad- . Collected choicely, from each county some, ness then,
| And try your hap against the Irishmen? • To make the fox surveyor of the fold?
* York. I will, my lord, so please his majesty. • Who being accus'd a crafty murderer,
* Suff. Why, our authority is his consent; • His guilt should be but idly posted over,
And, what we do establish, he confirms : • Because his purpose is not executed.
Then, noble York, take thou this task in hand. • No; let him die, in that he is a fox,
• York. I am content: Provide me soldiers, lords, • By nature prov'd an enemy to the flock, • Whiles I take order for mine own affairs. * Before his chaps be stain'd with crimson blood; • Suff. A charge, lord York, that I will see per• As Humphrey, prov'd by reasons, to my liege.
form'd. • And do not stand on quillets, how to slay him: * But now return we to the false duke Humphrey. • Be it by gins, by snares, by subtilty,
Car. No more of him; for I will deal with him, • Sleeping or waking, 'tis no matter how, |* That, henceforth, he shall trouble us no more. • So he be dead; for that is good deceit, * And so break off; the day is almost spent: • Which matest him first, that first intends deceit. Lord Suffolk, you and I must talk of that event. *Q. Mar. Thrice-noble Suffolk, 'tis resolutely • York. My lord of Suffolk, within fourteen days, spoke.
* At Bristol I expect my soldiers ; * Suff: Not resolute, except so much were done ; l' For there I'll ship them all for Ireland. * For things are often spoke, and seldom meant : Suff. I'll see it truly done, my lord of York. * But, that my heart accordeth with my tongue,
(Exeunt all but York. * Seeing the deed is meritorious,
• York. Now, York, or never, steel thy fearful * And to preserve my sovereign from his foe,
thoughts, * Say but the word, and I will be his priest. * And change misdoubt to resolution : * Car. But I would have him dead, my lord of * Be that thou hop'st to be; or what thou art Suffolk,
* Resign to death, it is not worth the enjoying : * Ere you can take due orders for a priest : * Let pale-fac'd fear keep with the mean-born man, * Say, you consent, and censure well the deed, * And find no harbour in a royal heart. * And I'll provide his executioner,
* Faster than spring-time showers, comes thought * I tender so the safety of my liege.
on thought; * Suff. Here is my hand, the deed is worthy doing. ||* And not a thought, but thinks on dignity. * Q. Mar. And so say I.
* My brain, more busy than the labouring spider, * York. And I: and now we three have spoke it, * Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies. * It skills not greatlys who impugns our doom. * Well, nobles, well, 'tis politicly done,
* To send me packing with a host of men : Enter a Messenger.
* I fear me, you but warm the starved snake, • Mess. Great lords, from Ireland am I come * Who, cherish'd in your breasts, will sting your amain,
hearts. • To signify-that rebels there are up,
l'Twas men I lack'd, and you will give them me: • And put the Englishmen unto the sword: • I take it kindly; yet, be well assur'd * Send succours, lords, and stop the rage betime, You put sharp weapons in a madman's hands. * Before the wound do grow incurable;
Whiles I in Ireland nourish a mighty band, * For, being green, there is great hope of help. * I will stir up in England some black storm,
(1) i. e. In the powers growing on a bank. (5) It is of no importance. (6) Expeditious (2) Skin. (3) Perhaps. (4) Confounds. (7) Far-fetched.
Shall blow ten thousand souls to heaven, or hell: * Q. Mar. God forbid any malice should prevail * And this fell tempest shall not cease to rage * That faultless may condemn a nobleman? * Until the golden circuit on my head,
* Pray God, he may acquit him of suspicion ! * Like to the glorious sun's transparent beams, * K. Hen. I thank thee, Margaret; these words * Do calm the fury of this mad-bred flaw.!
content me much.* And, for a minister of my intent,
Re-enter Suffolk. • I have seduc'd a headstrong Kentishman, • John Cade of Ashford,
How now? why look'st thou pale? why tremblest • To make commotion, as full well he can,
thou? • Under the title of John Mortimer.
Where is our uncle? what is the matter, Suffolk ? In Ireland have I seen this stubborn Cade
Suff. Dead in his bed, my lord; Gloster is dead. Oppose himself against a troop of kernes ;? * Q. Mar. Marry, God forefend ! * And fought so long, till that his thighs with darts * Čar. God's secret judgment :- I did dream * Were almost like a sharp-quill'd porcupine:
to-night, * And, in the end being rescu'd, I have seen him * The duke was dumb, and could not speak a word. Caper upright like a wild Mórisco,3
[The King swoons. Shaking the bloody darts, as he his bells. "Q. Mar. How fares my lord?-Help, lords! the Full often, like a shag-hair'd crafty kerne,
king is dead. * Hath he conversed with the enemy;
* Som. Rear up his body; wring him by the nose. And undiscover'd come to me again,
* Q. Mar. Run, go, help, help!-0, Henry, ope And given me notice of their villanies.
thine eyes! This devil here shall be my substitute ;
* Suff. He doth revive again ;-Madam, be * For that John Mortimer, which now is dead,
patient. In face, in gait, in speech, he doth resemble: * K. Hen. O heavenly God!
By this I shall perceive the commons' mind, * Q. Mar. How fares my gracious lord ? • How they affect the house and claim of York. Suff. Comfort, my sovereign! gracious Henry, "Say, he be taken, rack'd, and tortur'd:
comfort! I know, no pain, they can inflict upon him, K. Hen. What, doth my lord of Suffolk comfort Will make him say-I mov'd him to those arms.
me? Say, that he thrive (as 'tis great like he will,) Came he right now to sing a raven's note,
Why, then from Ireland come I with my strength, || * Whose dismal tune bereit my vital powers; * And reap the harvest which that rascal sow'd: And thinks he, that the chirping of a wren, . For, Humphrey being dead, as he shall be, • By crying comfort from a hollow breast, • And Henry put apart, the next for me. (Exit. ll. Can chase away the first-conceived sound? SCENE II.—Bury. A room in the palace. En- ||* Lay not thy hands on me; forbear, I say
* Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words. ter certain Murderers, hastily. * Their touch affrights me, as a serpent's sting. 1 Mur. Run to my lord of Suffolk; let him know, Thou baleful messenger, out of my sight! * We have despatch'd the duke, as he commanded! | Upon thy eye-balls murderous tyranny, * 2 Mur. O, that it were to do !-What have. Sits in grim majesty, to fright the world. we done!
* Look not upon me, for thine eyes are wounding :• Didst ever hear a man so penitent?
• Yet do not go away ;-Come, basilisk,
* For in the shade of death I shall find joy ; 1 Mur. Here comes my lord.
* In life, but double death, now Gloster's dead. Suff
Now, sirs, have you Q. Mar. Why do you rate my lord of Suffolk thus? • Despatch'd this thing?
* Although the duke was enemy to him, 1 Mur. Ay, my good he's dead. * Yet he, most Christian-like, laments his death : "Suff. Why, that's well said. Go, get you to l* And for myself,-foe as he was to me, my house;
* Might liquid tears, or heart-offending groans, • I will reward you for this venturous deed. * Or blood-consuming sighs, recall his life, • The king and all the peers are here at hand * I would be blind with weeping, sick with groans, • Have you laid fair the bed ? are all things well, Look pale as primrose, with blood-drinking sighs, • According as I gave directions ?
* And all to have the noble duke alive. 1 Mur. 'Tis, my good lord.
What know I how the world may deem of me? • Suff. Away, be gone! [Exeunt Murderers. For it is known, we were but hollow friends ; Enter King Henry, Queen Margaret, Cardinal * So shall my name with slander's tongue bo
It may be judg'd, I made the duke away: Beaufort, Somerset, Lords, and others.
wounded, *K. Hen. Go, call our uncle to our presence ||* And princes' courts be fill'd with my reproach. straight :
* This get I by his death : Ah me, unhappy! Say, we intend to try his grace to-day,
To be a queen, and crown'd with infamy! If he be guilty, as 'tis published.
K. Hen. Ah, wo is me for Gloster, wretched man • Suff. i'll call him presently, my noble lord. Q. Mar. Bewo forme, more wretched than he is.
(Exit. What, dost thou turn away, and hide thy face? • K. Hen. Lords, take your places ;-And, 1 | I am no loathsome leper, look on me. pray you all,
* What, art thou, like the adder, waxen deaf? • Proceed no straiter 'gainst our uncle Gloster, * Be poisonous too, and kill thy forlorn queen. • Than frorn true evidence, of good esteem, * Is all thy comfort shut in Gloster's tomb? He be approv'd in practice culpable.
Why, then dame Margaret was ne'er thy joy:
(1) A violent gust of wind.
(4) Just now.
(5) i. e. Let not wo be to thee for Gloster, but fr me.
* Erect his statue then, and worship it,
Some violent hands were laid on Humphrey's life! * And make my image but an alehouse sign. * If my suspect be false, forgive me, God; Was I, for this, nigh wreck'd upon the sea; * For judgment only doth belong to thee! • And twice by awkward wind from England's bank * Fain would I go to chafe his paly lips • Drove back again unto my native clime? * With twenty thousand kisses, and to drain What boded this, but well-forewarning wind * Upon his face an ocean of salt tears; Did seem to say,-Seek not a scorpion's nest, * To tell my love unto his dumb deaf trunk, * Nor set no footing on this unkind "shore? * And with my fingers feel his hand unfeeling : * What did I then, but curs'd the gentle gusts, * But all in vain are these mean obsequies; * And he that loos'd them from their brazen caves ; * And, to survey his dead and earthly image, * And bid them blow towards England's blessed * What were it but to make my sorrow greater?
shore, * Or turn our stern upon a dreadful rock?
The folding-doors of an inner chamber are thrown * Yet Æolus would not be a murderer,
open, and Gloster is discovered dead in his bed: * But left that hateful office unto thee:
Warwick and others standing by it. * The pretty vaulting sea refus'd to drown me; * War. Come hither, gracious sovereign, view * Knowing, that thou would'st have me drown'd on
this body shore,
* K. Hen. That is to see how deep my grave * With tears as salt as sea, through thy unkindness:
made : * The splitting rocks cower'd in the sinking sands, For, with his soul, fled all my worldly solace; * And would not dash me with their ragged sides; * For seeing him, I see my life in death. 1 * Because thy flinty heart, more hard than they, • War. As surely as my soul intends to live Might in thy palace perish Margaret.
• With that dread King that took our state upon him * As far as I could ken thy chalky cliffs,
• To free us from his Father's wrathful curse, * When from the shore the tempest beat us back, • I do believe that violent bands were laid * I stood upon the hatches in the storm:
Upon the life of this thrice-famed duke. And when the dusky sky began to rob
Suft: A dreadful oath, sworn with a solemn * My earnest-gaping sight of thy land's view,
tongue! * I took a costly jewel from my neck,-,
What instance gives lord Warwick for his vow? A heart it was, bound in with diamonds, • War. See, how the blood is settled in his face! And threw it towards thy land;-the sea re- Oft have I seen a timely-parted ghost,?. ceiv'd it ;
Of ashy semblance, meagre, pale, and bloodless, And so, I wish'd, thy body might my heart : Being all descended to the labouring heart; * And even with this, I lost fair England's view, Who, in the conflict that it holds with death, * And bid mine eyes be packing with my heart; * Attracts the same for aidance 'gainst the enemy; * And call'd them blind and dusky spectacles, • Which with the heart there cools and ne'er re* For losing ken of Albion's wished coast.
turneth * How often have I tempted Suffolk's tongue • To blush and beautify the cheek again. * (The agent of thy foul inconstancy.)
But, see, his face is black, and full of blood; * To sit and watch me, as Ascanius did,
* His eye-balls further out than when he liv'd, * When he to madding Dido would unfold Staring full ghastly, like a strangled man: * His father's acts, commenc'd in burning Troy? · His hair upreard, his nostrils stretch'd with * Am I not witch'd like her? or thou not false like
• His hands abroad display'd, as one that grasp'd Ah me, I can no more! Die, Margaret! And tugg'd for life, and was by strength subdu'd. * For Henry weeps, that thou dost live so long. • Look on the sheets, his hair, you see, is sticking; Noise within. Enter Warwick and Salisbury.
* His well-proportioned beard made rough and
rugged, The Commons press to the door. * Like to the summer's corn by tempest lodg'd. • War. It is reported, mighty sovereign, • It cannot be, but he was murder'd here; • That good duke Humphrey traitorously is mur- • The least of all these signs were probable. der'd
• Suff. Why, Warwick, who should do the duke • By Suffolk and the cardinal Beaufort's means.
to death? • The commons, like an angry hive of bees, “Myself, and Beaufort, had him in protection ; • That want their leader, scatter up and down, And we, I hope, sir, are no murderers. · And care not who they sting in his revenge. • War. But both of you were vow'd duke Hum• Myself have calm'd their spleenful mutiny,
phrey's foes; . Until they hear the order of his death. * And you, forsooth, had the good duke to keep: K. Hen. That he is dead, good Warwick, 'tis • 'Tis like, you would not feast him like a friend;
* And 'tis well seen, he found an enemy. But how he died, God knows, not Henry :
"Q. Mar. Then you, belike, suspect these noble. • Enter his chamber, view his breathless corpse, • And comment then upon his sudden death. * As guilty of duke Humphrey's timeless death. War. That I shall do, my liege :-Stay, Sal- War. Who finds the heifer dead, and bleeding isbury,
fresh, With the rude multitude, till I return.
And sees fast by a butcher with an axe, (Warwick goes into an inner room, and But will suspect
, 'twas he that made the slaughter? Salisbury retires.
Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest, * K. Hen. O thou that judgest all things, stay But may imagine how the bird was dead, my thoughts:
Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak? * My thoughts, that labour to persuade my soul,
(2) A body becomes inanimate in the common (1) i.e. I see my life destroyed or endangered by || course of nature, to which violence has not brought his death.
la timeless end.
Even so suspicious is this tragedy.
They say, in him they fear your highness' death; "Q. Mar. Are you a butcher, Suffolk? where's || And mere instinct of love, and loyalty, your knife
• Free from a stubborn opposite intent, Is Beaufort term'd a kite? where are his talons ? * As being thought to contradict your liking,
Suff. I wear no knife, to slaughter sleeping men; • Makes them thus forward in his banishment. But here's a vengeful sword, rusted with ease, * They say, in care of your most royal person, That shall be scoured in his rancorous heart, * That, if your highness should intend to sleep, That slanders me with murder's crimson badge :- * And charge-that no man should disturb your rest, Say, if thou dar'st, proud lord of Warwickshire, * In pain of your dislike, or pain of death; That I am faulty in duke Humphrey's death. * Yet notwithstanding such a strait edíct,
(Éxeunt Cardinal, Som. and others. I * Were there a serpent seen, with forked tongue, War. What dares not Warwick, if false Suffolk | * That slily glided towards your majesty, dare him?
* It were but necessary, you were wak'd; Q. Mar. He dares not calm his contumelious * Lest, being suffer'd in that harmful slumber, spirit,
* The mortal worm might make the sleep eternal : Nor cease to be an arrogant controller,
* And therefore do they cry, though you forbid, Though Suffolk dare him twenty thousand times. That they will guard you, whe'r you will, or no,
War. Madam, be still; with reverence may I say; * From such fell serpents as false Suffolk is;
* Your loving uncle, twenty times his worth,
Commons. [Within.) An answer from the king, Thy mother took into her blameful bed
my lord of Salisbury. Some stern untutor'd churl, and noble stock Suff: 'Tis like the commons, rude unpolish'd Was graft with crab-tree slip; whose fruit thou art,
hinds, And never of the Nevils' noble race.
Could send such message to their sovereign : War. But that the guilt of murder bucklers thee, But you, my lord, were glad to be employ'd, And I should rob the deathsman of his fee, To show how quaint2 an orator you are : Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames, But all the honour Salisbury hath won, And that my sovereign's presence makes me mild, 1s—that he was the lord ambassador, I would, false murderous coward, on thy knee Sent from a sort of tinkers, to the king. Make thee beg pardon for thy passed speech, Commons. (Within.) An answer from the king, And say--it was thy mother that thou meant'st,
or we'll all break in. That thou thyself wast born in bastardy :
*K. Hen. Go, Salisbury, and tell them all from me, And, after all this fearful homage done, • I thank them for their tender loving care : Give thee thy hire, and send thy soul to hell, * And had I not been 'cited so by them, Pemicious blood-sucker of sleeping men!
Yet did I purpose as they do entreat; Suff. Thou shalt be waking, while I shed thy || For sure, my thoughts do hourly prophesy blood,
· Mischance unto my state by Suffolk's means. If from this presence thou dar'st go with me. • And therefore,—by His majesty I swear,
War. Away even now, or I will drag thee hence: Whose far unworthy deputy I am,* Unworthy though thou art, I'll cope with thee, • He shall not breathe infection in this air4 And do some service to duke Humphrey's ghost.l. But three days longer, on the pain of death. (Exeunt Suffolk and Warwick.
(Exit Salisbury, * K. Hen. What stronger breast-plate than a •Q. Mar. O Henry, let me plead for gentle heart untainted?
(A noise within. Il. Thou wilt but add increase unto my wrath. Q. Mar. What noise is this?
· Had I but said, I would have kept my word; Re-enter Suffolk and Warwick, with their weapons | * If, 'after three days' space, thou here be’st found
But, when I swear, it is irrevocable: drawn.
* On any ground that I am ruler of, • K. Hen. Why, how now, lords? your wrath- * The world shall not be ransom for thy life.ful weapons drawn
Come, Warwick, come, good Warwick,gowith me; • Here in our presence ? dare you be so bold ?- I have great matters to impart to thee. • Why, what tumultuous clamour have we here?
Exeunt K. Henry, Warwick, Lords, &c. Suf. The traitorous Warwick, with the men of Q. Mar. Mischance, and sorrow, go along with Bury,
you! Set all upon me, mighty sovereign.
* Heart's discontent, and sour affliction,
• Be playfellows to keep you company! Noise of a crowd within. Re-enter Salisbury.
There's two of you; the devil make a third ! * Sal. Sirs, stand apart; the king shall know. And threefold vengeance tend upon your steps.
your mind.— (Speaking to those within. * Suff: Cease, gentle queen, these execrations, Dread lord, the commons send you word by me, * And let thy Suffolk take his heavy leave. Unless false Suffolk straight be done to death, Q. Mar. Fie, coward woman, and soft-hearted Or banish'd fair England's territories,
wretch! • They will by violence tear him from your palace, ||* Hast thou not spirit to curse thine enemies?
And torture him with grievious ling'ring death. Suff. A plague upon them! wherefore should I They say, by him the good duke Humphrey died; curse them? (1) Deadly serpent.
(4) i. e. He shall not contaminate this air with (2) Dexterous. (3) A company.
his infected breath.
Would curses kill, as doth the mandrake's groan, Were by his side; sometime, he calls the king, I would invent as bitter-searching terms, And whispers to his pillow, as to him,
As curst, as harsh, and horrible to hear, * The secrets of his overcharged soul : Deliver'd strongly through my fixed teeth, • And I am sent to tell his majesty, • With full as many signs of deadly hate,
That even now he cries aloud for him. As lean-fac'd Envy in her loathsome cave :
.Q. Mar. Go, tell this heavy message to the king. My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words :
[Exit Vaux. Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint; * Ah me! what is this world? what news are these? My hair be fix'd on end, as one distract; • But wherefore grieve I at an hour's poor loss, Ay, every joint should seem to curse and ban : Omitting Suffolk's exile, my soul's treasure? And even now my burden'd heart would break, Why only, Suffolk, mourn I not for thee, Should I not curse them. Poison be their drink! * And with the southern clouds contend in tears; Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest that they taste! ||* Theirs for the earth's increase, mine for my sorTheir sweetest shade, a grove of cypress trees!
rows? Their chiefest prospect, murdering basilisks ! • Now, get thee hrnce: The king, thou know'st, is Their softest touch, as smart as lizards' stings !
coming : Their music, frightful as the serpent's hiss ; • If thou be found by me, thou art but dead. And boding screech-owls make the concert full! • Suff. If I depart from thee, I cannot live : All the foul terrors in dark-seated hell
* And in thy sight to die, what were it else, Q. Mar. Enough, sweet Suffolk; thou torment'st But like a pleasant slumber in thy lap? thvself;
Here could I breathe my soul into the air, * And these dread curses-like the sun 'gainst glass,·
As mild and gentle as the cradle-babe, * Or like an overcharged gun,-recoil,
Dying with mother's dug between its lips : * And turn the force of them upon thyself. Where,2 from thy sight, I should be raging mad, Suff. You bade me ban,' and will you bid me. And cry out for thee to close up mine eyes, leave?
• To have thee with thy lips to stop my mouth; Now, by the ground that I am banish'd from, So should'st thou either tuin my flying soul, Well could I curse away a winter's night, Or I should breathe it so into thy body, Though standing naked on a mountain top, And then it liv'd in sweet Elysium. Where biting cold would never let grass grow, To die by thee, were but to die in jest ; And think it but a minute spent in sport.
From thee to die, were torture more than death; * Q. Mar. O, let me entreat thee, cease! Give, let me stay, befall what may befall. me thy hand,
Q. Mar. Away! though parting be a fretful * That I may dew it with my mournful tears ;
corrosive, * Nor let the rain of heaven wet this place, It is applied to a deathful wound. * To wash away my woful monuments.
• To France, sweet Suffolk : Let me hear from thee; O, could this kiss be printed in thy hand; • For wheresoe'er thou art in this world's globe,
Kisses his hand. I'll have an Iris; that shall find thee out. * That thou might'st think upon these by the seal, Suff. I go. • Through whom a thousand sighs are breath'd for P. Mar. And take my heart with thee. thee!
Suff. A jewel lock'd into the woful'st cask • So, get thee gone, that I may know my grief; That ever did contain a thing of worth. ""Tis but surmis'd whilst thou art standing by, Even as a splitted bark, so sunder we; * As one that surfeits thinking on a want. This way fall I to death. • I will repeal thee, or, be well assurd,
This way for me. • Adventure to be banished myself :
(Exeunt, severally. * And banished I am, if but from thee. * Go, speak not to me; even now be gone.
SCENE III.-London. Cardinal Beanfort's *0, go not yet !-Even thus two friends condemn'd bed-chamber. Enter King Henry, Salisbury, * Embrace, and kiss, and take ten thousand leaves, Warwick, and others. The Cardigal in bed,
attendants with him. * Loather a hundred times to part than die. * Yet now farewell; and farewell life with thee! * K. Hen. How fares my lord? speak, Beaufort, Suff. Thus is poor Suffolk ten times banished,
to thy sovereign. Once by the king, and three times thrice by thee. • Car. If thou best death, I'll give thee England's "Tis not the land I care for, wert thou hence;
treasure, * A wilderness is populous enough,
Enough to purchase such another island, So Suffolk had thy heavenly company;
So thou wilt let me live, and feel no pain. * For where thou art, there is the world itself, * K. Hen. Ah, what a sign it is of evil life, * With every several pleasure in the world ; * When death's approach is seen so terrible! * And where thou art not, desolation.
* War. Beaufort, it is thy sovereign speaks to * I can no more :-Live thou to joy thy life;
thee. * Myself no joy in nought, but that thou liv'st. * Car. Bring me unto my trial when you will.
· Died he not in his bed? where should he die? Enter Vaux.
Can I make men live, whe'r they will or no?Q. Mar. Whither goes Vaux so fast? what * 0! torture me no more, I will confess. news, I prythee?
* Alive again? then show me where he is; • Vaur. To signify unto his majesty,
• I'll give a thousand pound to look upon him.That cardinal Beaufort is at point of death : * He hath no eyes, the dust hath blinded them.• For suddenly a grievous sickness took him, • Comb down his hair; look! look! it stands up • That makes him gasp, and stare, and catch the air,
right, • Blaspheming God, and cursing men on earth. · Like lime-twigs set to catch my winged soul ! • Sometime, he talks as if duke Humphrey's ghost Give me some drink; and bid the apothecary (1) Curse. (2) For whereas
(3) The messenger of Juno.