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Is, that he was the Lord Ambassador
Sent from a fort of tinkers to the King.

Within. An answer from the King, or we will all

break in.

K. Henry. Go, Salisbury, and tell them all from me,

I thank them for their tender loving care;

And had I not been cited so do them,

Yet did I purpose as they by entreat :

For, fure, my thoughts do hourly prophesy
Mischance unto my State by Suffolk's means.

And therefore by his Majesty I swear,

Whose far unworthy Deputy I am,

He shall not breath infection in this air.
But three Days longer, on the pain of death.

Q. Mar. Oh Henry let me plead for gentle Suffolk.
K. Henry. Ungentle Queen, to call him gentle Suffolk.

No more, I say: if thou doft plead for him,
Thou wilt but add increase anto my wrath.
Had I but faid, I would have kept my word;
But, when I fwear, it is irrevocable;
If after three days space thou here be'st found,
On any ground that I am ruler of,
The world shall not be ransom for thy life.
Come Warwick; come, good Warwick; go with me;
I have great matters to impart to thee.

[Exeunt K. Henry, Warwick, .

Manent Suffolk, and Queen.

Q. Mar. Mischance and forrow go along with you!

Heart's Discontent and four Affliction

Be play-fellows to keep you company!

There's two of you, the devil make a third,
And threefold vengeance tend upon your steps!

Suf. Cease, gentle Queen, these execrations;

And let thy Suffolk take his heavy leave,

Q. Mar. Fy, coward woman, and foft-hearted wretch,

Haft thou not spirit to curse thine enemy ?

Suf. Aplague upon them! Wherefore should Icursethem? Would curtes kill, as doth the mandrake's groan, I would invent as bitter searching terms,

As

As curft, as harsh, and horrible to hear,
Deliver'd strongly through my fixed teeth,
With full as many figns of deadly hate,
As lean-fac'd envy in her loathsome cave.
My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words,
Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint,
Mine hair be fixt on end like one diftract :
Ay, ev'ry joint should seem to curse and ban.
And even now my burden'd heart would break,
Should I not curse them. Poison be their drink!
Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest meat they taste!
Their sweetest shade a grove of cypress trees!
Their chiefeft prospect murd'ring bafilifks!
Their softeft touch, as smart as lizards' stings
Their musick frightful as the ferpent's hiss!
And boading screech-owls make the concert full !
All the foul terrors in dark feated hell

Q. Mar. Enough, sweet Suffolk, thou torment'st thyself;
And these dread curses, like the fun 'gainst glass,
Or like an over-charged gun, recoil,
And turn the force of them upon thyself.

Suf. You bade me ban, and will you bid me leave? Now, by the ground that I am banish'd from, Well could I curse away a winter's night, Though standing naked on a mountain top, Where biting cold would never let grass grow, And think it but a minute spent in sport.

Q. Mar. Oh, let me entreat thee cease; give me thy hand, That I may dew it with my mournful tears; Nor let the rain of heaven wet this place, To wash away my woful monuments. Oh, could this kiss be printed in thy hand, That thou might'st think upon these by the seal, Through whom a thousand fighs are breath'd for thee, So, get thee gone, that I may know my grief; 'Tis but furmis'd, whilst thou art standing by : As one that surfeits, thinking on a Want. I will repeal thee, or, be well assur'd, Adventure to be banished myself;

And

And banished I am, if but from thee.
Go, speak not to me; even now be gone-
Oh, go not yet-Ev'n thus two friends condemn'd
Embrace and kiss, and take ten thousand leaves,
Loather a hundred times to part than die :
Yet now farewel, and farewel life with thee!

Suf. Thus is poor Suffolk ten times banished,
Once by the King and three times thrice by thee.
'Tis not the land I care for, wert thou hence;
A wilderness is populous enough,

So Suffolk had thy heav'nly company.
For where thou art, there is the world itself;
With ev'ry sev'ral pleasure in the world:
And where thou art not, defolation.
I can no more Live thou to joy thy life;
Myself no joy in aught but that thou liv'st.

Enter Vaux.

Q. Mar. Whither goes Vaux so faft? what news, I

pr'ythee?

Vaux. To fignify unto his Majesty, That Cardinal Beauford is at point of death: For fuddenly a grievous fickness took him, That makes him gasp, and stare, and catch the air. Blafpheming God, and durfing men on eath, Sometimes he talks, as if Duke Humphry's ghoft Were by his fide; sometimes, he calls the King; And whispers to his pillow, as to him, The fecrets of his over-charged foul: And I am fent to tell his Majesty, That even now he cries aloud for him.

Q. Mar. Go tell this heavy message to the King.

[Exit Vaux.

Ay me? what is this world? what news are these ?
But wherefore grieve I at an hour's poor lofs,
Omitting Suffolk's exile, my foul's treasure?
Why only, Suffolk, mourn I not for thee,
And with the fouthern clouds contend in tears?
Theirs for the earth's increase; mine for my forrows.
Now, get thee hence; the King, thou know'st, is coming;

If

If thou be found by me, thou art but dead.
Suf. If I depart from thee, I cannot live;
And in thy fight to die, what were it else,
But like a pleasant slumber in thy lap?
Here could I breathe my foul into the air,
As mild and gentle as the cradle-babe
Dying with mother's dug between its lips.
Where, from thy fight, I should be raging mad,
And cry out for thee to close up mine eyes;
To have thee with thy lips to stop my mouth:
So, shouldst thou either turn my flying foul;
Or I should breathe it so into thy body;
And then it liv'd in sweet Elyfium.
To die by thee, were but to die in jeft;
From thee to die, were torture more than death;
Oh! let me stay, befal what may befal.

Q. Mar. Away; though parting be a fretful corrofive,
It is applied to a deathful wound.
To France, sweet Suffolk; let me hear from thee :
For wheresoe'er thou art in this world's globe,
I'll have an Iris, that shall find thee out.

Suf. I go.

Q. Mar. And take my heart with thee.
Suf. A jewel lock'd into the woful'st caskes

That ever did contain a thing of worth.
Even as a splitted bark, so sunder we;
This way fall I to death.

Q. Mar. This way for me.

[Exeunt feverally.

SCENE, the Cardinal's Bedchamber.

Enter King Henry, Salisbury, and Warwick, to the Cardinal in Bed.

K. Henry How fares my Lord speak, Beauford,

to thy Sovereign.

Car. If thou beeft death, I'll give thee England's treafure,

Enough to purchase such another Island,
So thou wilt let me live, and feel no pain.

K. Henry

K. Henry. Ah, what a sign it is of evil life,
Where death's approach is seen so terrible!
War. Beanford, it is thy Sovereign speaks to thee.
Car. Bring me unto my Trial, when you will.
Dy'd he not in his bed? where should he die?
Can I make men live whe're they will or no?
Oh, torture me no more, I will confefs
Alive again? then shew me, where he is :
I'll give a thousand pound to look upon him-
He hath no eyes, the dust hath blinded them;
Comb down his hair; look! look! it stands upright,
Like lime-twigs set to catch my winged foul:
Give me fome drink, and bid th' apothecary
Bring the strong poifon that I bought of him.
K. Henry. O thou eternal Mover of the heav'ns,
Look with a gentle eye upon this wretch;
Oh, beat away the bufy, medling, fiend,
That lays strong siege unto this wretch's foul,
And from his bosom purge this black despair.
War. See, how the pangs of death do make him grin!
Sal. Disturb him not, let him pass peaceably.
K. Henry. Peace to his foul, if God's good pleasure be!

Lord Cardinal, if thou think'st on heav'n's bliss,
Hold up thy hand, make signal of thy hope.
He dies, and makes no sign! O God, forgive him.
War. So bad a death argues a monstrous life.
K. Henry. Forbear to judge, for we are finners all.

Close up his eyes, and draw the curtain close,
And let us all to meditation.

[Exeunt.

ACT

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