Is that he was the lord ambassador,

Sent from a fort of tinkers to the king.

Within. An anfwer from the king, or we will all

break in.

K. Henry. Go, Salisbury and tell them all from I thank them for their tender loving care: me And had I not been cited fo by them,

Yet did I purpose as they do entreat;
For, fure, my thoughts do hourly prophefy
Mifchance unto my ftate by Suffolk's means.
And therefore-by his Majefty I fwear,
Whose far unworthy deputy I am

He fhall not breathe infection in this air
But three days longer, on the pain of death.
[Exit SALISBURY
2. Mar. Oh Henry, let me plead for gentle Suffolk
K. Henry. Ungentle queen, to call him gentle
Suffolk!

No more, I fay; if thou doft plead for him, Thou wilt but add increase unto my wrath. Had I but faid, I would have kept my word: But, when I fwear, it is irrevocable:→→→

If, after three days fpace, thou here be'ft found On any ground that I am ruler of,

The world fhall not be ransom for thy life.

Come, Warwick, come, good Warwick, go with
I have great matters to impart to thee. [me
[Exeunt all but SUFFOLK, and the Queen.
2. Mar. Mifchance, and forrow, go along with
Heart's difcontent, and four affliction,
Be play-fellows to keep you company!
There's two of you; the devil make a third !
And three-fold vengeance tend upon your steps!
Suf. Ceafe gentle queen, thefe execrations,

[you!

And

And let thy Suffolk take his heavy leave.

2. Mar. Fie, coward woman, and foft-hearted wretch !

Haft thou not fpirit to, curse thine enemies?

Suf. A plague upon them! wherefore should I

curfe them?

Would curfes kill, as doth the mandrake's groan,
I would invent as bitter fearching terms,
As curst, 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 fhould stumble in mine earnest words;
Mine eyes fhould sparkle like the beaten flint;
My hair be fix'd on end, as one distract;
Ay, every joint fhould feem to curfe and ban:
And even now my burden'd heart would break,
Should I not curfe them. Poifon be their drink!
Gall, worse than gall, the daintieft that they tafte!
Their sweetest shade, a grove of cypress trees!
Their chiefeft profpect, murdering bafilifks!
Their foftest touch, as fmart as lizard's ftings!
Their mufick, frightful as the ferpent's hifs;
And boding fereech-owls make the concert fall!
All the foul terrors in dark-feated hell-

2. Mar. Enough, fweet Suffolk, thou torment'st thyfelf;

And thefe dread curfes-like the fun 'gainft glafs, Or like an overcharged 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 banifh'd from, Well could I curfe away a winter's night, Though standing naked on a mountain top,

Where

Where biting cold would never let grafs grow, And think it but a minute spent in fport.

2. Mar. Oh, let me entreat thee ceafe! 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 kifs be printed in thy hand;

[Kiffes bis Hand That thou might'ft think upon these by the feal, Through whom a thousand sighs are breath'd for thee!

So, get thee gone, that I may know my grief;
'Tis but furmis'd whilft thou art ftanding by,
As one that furfeits thinking on a want,

I will repeal thee, or, be well affur'd,
Adventure to be banished myfelf:

And banifhed I am, if but from thee.
Go, speak not to me; even now be gone.-
Oh, go not yet?-Even thus two friends condemn'd
Embrace and kifs, and take ten thousand leaves,
Lother a hundred times to part than die.

Yet now farewell; and farewell 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 heavenly company:
For where thou art, there is the world itself,
With every several pleasure in the world;
And where thou art not, defolation.
I can no more:-Live thou to joy thy life;
Myfelf no joy in nought, but that thou liv'ft.

Enter

Enter VAUX.

2. Mar. Whither goes Vaux fo faft? what news, I Vaux. To fignify unto his majefty, [pr'ythee? That cardinal Beaufort is at point of death: For fuddenly a grievous fickness took him, That makes him gasp, and state, and catch the air, Blafpheming God, and curfing men on earth. Sometime, he talks as if duke Humphrey's ghoft Were by his fide; fometime, 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.

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 hot 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
coming;

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 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 :

Sø

So fhould't 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 Oh, let me ftay, befal what may befal.

2. Mar. Away! though parting be a fretful cor It is applied to a deathful wound.

[rofive 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 woful'st cask
That ever did contain a thing of worth.
Even as a splitted bark, so funder we;
This way fall I to death.

2. Mar. This way for me.

[Exeunt, feverally

SCENE III. The Cardinal's Bed-Chamber.

Enter King HENRY, SALISBURY, WARWICK, and others, to the Cardinal in Bed.

K. Henry. How fares my lord? speak, Beaufort, to thy fovereign.

Car. If thou be'ft death, I'll give thee England's Enough to purchase fuch another ifland, [treafure, So thou wilt let me live, and feel no pain.

K. Henry. Ah, what a fign it is of evil life, When death's approach is feen fo terrible!

War. Beaufort, it is thy fovereign fpeaks to thee. Car. 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!