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; He fhall not breathe infection in this air 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 [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, 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; 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; I will repeal thee, or, be well affur'd, And banifhed I am, if but from thee. Yet now farewell; and farewell life with thee! Suf. Thus is poor Suffolk ten times banished; So Suffolk had thy heavenly company: 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; If thou be found by me, thou art but dead. Sø So fhould't thou either turn my flying foul, 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. 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! |