London. CARDINAL BEAUFORT'S Bedchamber. |
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Enter KING HENRY, SALISBURY, WARWICK, and Others. The CARDINAL in bed; Attendants with him. |
K. Hen. How fares my lord? speak, Beaufort, to thy sovereign. |
Car. If thou be'st death, I'll give thee England's treasure, |
Enough to purchase such another island, |
So thou wilt let me live, and feel no pain. |
K. Hen. Ah! what a sign it is of evil life |
Where death's approach is seen so terrible. |
War. Beaufort, it is thy sov'reign speaks to thee. |
Car. Bring me unto my trial when you will. |
Died he not in his bed? where should he die? |
Can I make men live whe'r they will or no? |
O! torture me no more, I will confess. |
Alive again? then show 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 soul. |
Give me some drink; and bid the apothecary |
Bring the strong poison 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 strong siege unto this wretch's soul, |
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. Hen. Peace to his soul, if God's good pleasure be! |
Lord Cardinal, if thou think'st on heaven'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. Hen. Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all. |
Close up his eyes, and draw the curtain close; |
And let us all to meditation. [Exeunt. |
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