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 ftop my mouth;
So shouldst thou either turn my flying foul,
Or I fhould breathe it fo into thy body,
And then it liv'd in fweet Elyfium.

To die by thee, were but to die in jest;
From thee to die, were torture more than death:
O, let me ftay, befall what may befall.

2. Mar. Away! though parting be a fretful corrofive,

It is applied to a deathful wound.

To France, fweet Suffolk: Let me hear from thee;
For wherefoe'er thou art in this world's globe,

I'll have an Iris that fhall find thee out.

Suf. I go.

2; Mar.
And take my heart with thee.
Suf. A jewel lock'd into the woeful'st cask
That ever did contain a thing of worth.
Even as a splitted bark, fo funder we;
This way fall I to death.

London.

SCENE III.

Cardinal Beaufort's Bed-chamber.

Enter King HENRY, SALISBURY, WARWICK, and Others. The Cardinal in bed; Attendants with him.

"K. Hen. How fares my lord? fpeak, Beaufort, to thy fovereign.

• Car. If thou be'st death, I'll give thee England's

treafure,

Enough to purchase fuch another island,

So thou wilt let me live, and feel no pain.

"K. Hen. Ah, what a fign it is of evil life, "When death's approach is feen fo terrible! "War. Beaufort, it is thy fovereign speaks to thee. "Car. Bring me unto my trial when you will. Died he not in his bed? where fhould he die? Can I make men live, whe'r they will or no?"O! torture me no more, I will confefs.-

Alive again? then (how me where he is;

I'll give a thousand pound to look upon him.— "He hath no eyes, the duft hath blinded them.Comb down his hair; look! look! it ftands upright, Like lime-twigs fet to catch my winged foul!—

Give me fome drink; and bid the apothecary

Bring the ftrong poifon that I bought of him. "K. Hen. O thou eternal Mover of the heavens, "Look with a gentle eye upon this wretch! “O, beat away the busy meddling fiend, "That lays ftrong fiege unto this wretch's foul, "And from his bofom purge this black despair!

War. See, how the pangs of death do make him grin. "Sal. Disturb him not, let him pafs peaceably.

"K. Hen.

"K. Hen. Peace to his foul, if God's good pleasure be ! 'Lord cardinal, if thou think'ft on heaven's blifs, Hold up thy hand, make fignal of thy hope.

He dies, and makes no fign; O God, forgive him!
'War. So bad a death argues a monstrous life.

‹ K. Hen. 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 IV. SCENE I.

Kent. The Sea-fhore near Dover.

Firing heard at fea. Then enter from a boat, a Captain, a Mafter, a Master's-Mate, WALTER WHITMORE, and Others; with them SUFFOLK, and other Gentlemen, prifoners.

"Cap. The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day "Is crept into the bofom of the sea;

"And now loud-howling wolves arouse the jades
"That drag the tragick melancholy night;
"Who with their drowsy, flow, and flagging wings
Clip dead men's graves, and from their mifty jaws
"Breathe foul contagious darkness in the air.
"Therefore, bring forth the foldiers of our prize;
"For, whilft our pinnace anchors in the Downs,
"Here fhall they make their ranfom on the fand,
"Or with their blood ftain this difcolour'd fhore.-
Mafter, this prifoner freely give I thee;-

And thou that art his mate, make boot of this;—
The other, [Pointing to SUFFOLK.] Walter Whitmore, is
thy fhare.

1 Gent.

What is my ransom, mafter? let me know. Maft. A thousand crowns, or else lay down your

head.

Mate. And fo much fhall you give, or off goes yours. "Cap. What, think you much to pay two thousand

crowns,

"And bear the name and port of gentlemen ?

"Cut both the villains' throats ;-for die you fhall;

"The

"The lives of those which we have loft in fight, "Cannot be counterpois'd with fuch a petty fum.

life.

1 Gent. I'll give it, fir; and therefore spare my 2 Gent. And fo will I, and write home for it straight. • Whit. I loft mine eye in laying the prize aboard, And therefore, to revenge it, fhalt thou die; [To SUF. And fo fhould thefe, if I might have my will. "Cap. Be not fo rash; take ranfom, let him live. Suf. Look on my George, I am a gentleman; Rate me at what thou wilt, thou shalt be paid.

Whit. And fo am I; my name is-Walter Whitmore. 'How now? why start'ft thou? what, doth death affright? Suf. Thy name affrights me, in whofe found is death. A cunning man did calculate my birth,

And told me-1

-that by Water I should die :

Yet let not this make thee be bloody-minded;

Thy name is-Gualtier, being rightly founded.

Whit. Gaultier, or Walter, which it is, I care not; Ne'er yet did base dishonour blur our name, But with our fword we wip'd away the blot; Therefore, when merchant like I fell revenge, • Broke be my fword, my arms torn and defac'd, And I proclaim'd a coward through the world! [Lays bold on SUFFOLK, Suf. Stay, Whitmore; for thy prifoner is a prince, The duke of Suffolk, William de la Pole.

!

Whit. The duke of Suffolk, muffled up in rags Suf. Ay, but these rags are no part of the duke; Jove fometime went difguis'd, and why not I? Cap. But Jove was never flain, as thou shalt be. Suf. Obfcure and lowly swain, king Henry's blood,

The honourable blood of Lancaster,

• Must not be shed by fuch a jaded groom.

Haft thou not kifs'd thy hand, and held my stirrup?

• Bareheaded