K. Henry Go, Salisbury, and tell them all from me, Yet did I purpose as they do intreat ; He fhall not breathe infection in this air But three days longer, on the pain of death. 2 Mar. Oh Henry! let me plead for gentle Suffolk. If after three days space thou here be'ft found The world fhall not be raniom for thy life. Come, Warwick; come, good Warwick; go with me; I have great matters to impart to thee. [Exeunt King Henry, Warwick, &c. SCENE VHI, Manent Queen and Suffolk, 2. Mar Mifchance and forrow go along with you ! Heart's difcontent and four affliction Be play fellows to keep you company! There's two of you, the devil make a third, And let thy Suffolk take his heavy leave. 9 Mar. Fie, coward woman, and foft hearted wretch, Haft thou not fpirit to curfe thine enemy? Suf. A plague upon them! Wherefore fhould I curfe Would curfes kill, as doth the mandrake's groan, [them? I would invent as bitter fearching terms, As curs'd, as harsh, and horrible to hear, Mine hair be fix'd on end like one distract: [felf; 2. Mar. Enough, fweet Suffolk, thou torment'it thyAnd these dread curfes, like the fun 'gainft glass, Or like an over-charged gun, recoil, And turn the force of them upon thyself. Suf. You bad me ban, and will you bid me leave? Now, by the ground that I am banifh'd from, Well could I curfe away a winter's night, Though ftanding naked on a mountain-top, Where biting cold would never let grafs grow, And think it but a minute fpent in fport. [hand, i 2. Mar. Oh, let me intreat thee ceafe; give me thy 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 kifs be printed in thy hand, That thou might'st think on thefe lips by the feal, 'Tis but furmis'd, whilft thou art standing by, I will repeal thee, or, be well affur'd, Adventure to be banished myfelf: And banished I am, if but from thee. Go, fpeak not to me; even now be gone Oh, go not yet -Ev'n thus two friends condemn'd A wilderness is populous enough, So Suffolk had thy heav'nly company. For where thou art, there is the world itfelf; 1 can no more.. Live thou to joy thy life; SCENE IX. Enter Vaux. 2. Mar. Whither goes Vaux fo faft? what news, I Vaux. To fignify unto his Majelty, That Cardinal Beaufort is at point of death : [pr'ythee? That makes him gasp, and ftare, and catch the air, 2. Mar. Go tell this heavy meffage 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'ft, is coIf thou be found by me, thou art but dead. [ming; Suf. If I depart from thee, I cannot live; And in thy fight to die, what were it elfe, But like a pleasant flumber 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 fhould be raging mad, And cry out for thee to clofe up mine eyes, To have thee with thy lips to stop my mouth: So fhouldst thou either turn my flying foul, Or I fhould breathe it fo into thy body; And then it liv'd in sweet Elyfium. To die by thee, were but to die in jest; From thee to die, were torture more than death. 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: Suf. i go. 2. Mar. And take my heart with thee. 2. Mar. This way for me. [Exeunt feverally. SCENE X. The Cardinal's bedchamber. Enter King Henry, Salisbury, and Warwick, to the Cardinal in bed. K. Henry. How fares my Lord? fpeak, Beaufort, to thy Sovereign Car. If thou be'it Death, I'll give thee England's Enough to purchafe fuch another ifland, Sa thou wilt let me live, and feel no pain. [trealure, K. Henry. Ah, what a sign it is of evil life, Where death's approach is feen fo terrible! War. Beaufort, it is thy Sovereign fpeaks to thee. Gar. "" Bring me unto my trial when you will. Dy'd he not in his bed? where fhould he die? "Can I make men live whe'r they will or no? "Oh, torture me no more, I will confefs."Alive again? then fhew me where he is: "I'll give a thoufand pound to look upon him". He hath no eyes, the dust 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 th' apothecary 66 Bring the frong poison 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, meddling fiend, War. See how the pangs of death do make him grin! Sal. Disturb him not, let him pafs peaceably. K. Henry. Peace to his foul, if God's good pleafure 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. Henry. Forbear to judge, for we are finners all. Clofe up his eyes, and draw the curtain close, And let us ali to meditation. A C T IV. [Exeunt. SCENE I. The coaft of Kent. Alarum. Fight at Sea. Ordnance goes off. Enter Captain Whitmore, and other pirates, with Suffolk and other prifoners. Capt. "THE gaudy, blabbing, and remorfeful day, Is crept into the bofom of the fea : "And now loud howling wolves aroufe the jades "That drag the tragic melancholy night; "Who with their drowfy, flow, and flagging wings, And thou that art his mate, make boot of this: 1 Gent. What is my raniom, Maller, let me know. |