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you company！ There's two of you； the devil make a third； And threefold
vengeance tend upon your steps！ SUFFOLK。 Cease； gentle Queen； these
execrations； And let thy Suffolk take his heavy leave。 QUEEN。 Fie；
coward woman and soft…hearted wretch； Has thou not spirit to curse thine
enemy？ SUFFOLK。 A plague upon them！ Wherefore should I curse them？
Would curses kill as doth the mandrake's groan； I would invent as bitter
searching terms； As curst； as harsh； and horrible to hear； Deliver'd strongly
through my fixed teeth； With full as many signs of deadly hate； As lean…
fac'd Envy in her loathsome cave。 My tongue should stumble in mine
earnest words； Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint； Mine hair be
fix'd an end； as one distract； Ay； every joint should seem to curse and ban；
And even now my burden'd heart would break； Should I not curse them。
Poison be their drink！ Gall； worse than gall； the daintiest that they taste！
Their sweetest shade a grove of cypress trees！ Their chiefest prospect
murd'ring basilisks！ Their softest touch as smart as lizards' stings！ Their
music frightful as the serpent's hiss； And boding screech…owls make the
consort full！ all the foul terrors in dark…seated hell… QUEEN。 Enough；
sweet Suffolk； thou torment'st thyself； And these dread curses； like the sun
'gainst glass； Or like an overcharged gun； recoil； And turns the force of
them upon thyself。 SUFFOLK。 You bade me ban； and will you bid me
leave？ Now； by the ground that I am banish'd from； Well could I curse
away a winter's night； Though standing naked on a mountain top Where
biting cold would never let grass grow； And think it but a minute spent in
sport。 QUEEN。 O； let me entreat thee cease！ 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 woeful monuments。 O； could this kiss be printed in thy
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hand； That thou might'st think upon these by the seal； Through whom a
thousand sighs are breath'd for thee！ So； get thee gone； that I may know
my grief； 'Tis but surmis'd whiles thou art standing by； As one that surfeits
thinking on a want。 I will repeal thee or； be well assur'd； Adventure to be
banished myself； And banished I am； if but from thee。 Go； speak not to me；
even now be gone。 O； go not yet！ Even thus two friends condemn'd
Embrace； and kiss； and take ten thousand leaves； Loather a hundred times
to part than die。 Yet now； farewell； and farewell life with thee！ SUFFOLK。
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 thence； 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； desolation。 I can no more： Live thou to joy thy life；
Myself no joy in nought but that thou liv'st。
Enter VAUX
QUEEN。 Whither goes Vaux so fast？ What news； I prithee？ VAUX。
To signify unto his Majesty That Cardinal Beaufort is at point of death；
For suddenly a grievous sickness took him That makes him gasp； and stare；
and catch the air； Blaspheming God； and cursing men on earth。 Sometime
he talks as if Duke Humphrey's ghost Were by his side； sometime he calls
the King And whispers to his pillow； as to him； The secrets of his
overcharged soul； And I am sent to tell his Majesty That even now he cries
aloud for him。 QUEEN。 Go tell this heavy message to the King。 Exit
VAUX Ay me！ What is this world！ What news are these！ But wherefore
grieve I at an hour's poor loss； Omitting Suffolk's exile； my soul's treasure？
Why only； Suffolk； mourn I not for thee； And with the southern clouds
contend in tears… Theirs for the earth's increase； mine for my sorrows？
Now get thee hence： the King； thou know'st； is coming； If thou be found
by me； thou art but dead。 SUFFOLK。 If I depart from thee I cannot live；
And in thy sight to die； what were it else But like a pleasant slumber in thy
lap？ Here could I breathe my soul into the air； As mild and gentle as the
cradle…babe Dying with mother's dug between its lips； Where； from thy
sight； I should be raging mad And cry out for thee to close up mine eyes；
To have thee with thy lips to stop my mouth； So shouldst thou either turn
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my flying soul； Or I should breathe it so into thy body； And then it liv'd in
sweet Elysium。 To die by thee were but to die in jest： From thee to die
were torture more than death。 O； let me stay； befall what may befall！
QUEEN。 Away！ Though parting be a fretful corrosive； It is applied to a
deathful wound。 To France； sweet Suffolk。 Let me hear from thee； For
whereso'er thou art in this world's globe I'll have an Iris that shall find thee
out。 SUFFOLK。 I go。 QUEEN。 And take my heart with thee。 ＇She kisses
him＇ SUFFOLK。 A jewel； lock'd into the woefull'st cask That ever did
contain a thing of worth。 Even as a splitted bark； so sunder we： This way
fall I to death。 QUEEN。 This way for me。 Exeunt severally
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SCENE III。 London。 CARDINAL BEAUFORT'S bedchamber
Enter the KING； SALISBURY； and WARWICK； to the CARDINAL in
bed
KING HENRY。 How fares my lord？ Speak； Beaufort； to thy
sovereign。 CARDINAL。 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。 KING HENRY。 Ah； what a sign it is of evil life Where
death's approach is seen so terrible！ WARWICK。 Beaufort； it is thy
sovereign speaks to thee。 CARDINAL。 Bring me unto my trial when you
will。 Died he not in his bed？ Where should he die？ Can I make men live；
whe'er 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。 KING HENRY。 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！ WARWICK。 See how the pangs of death do
make him grin SALISBURY。 Disturb him not； let him pass peaceably。
KING HENRY。 Peace to his soul； if God's good pleasure be！ Lord
Card'nal； 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！ WARWICK。
So bad a death argues a monstrous life。 KING HENRY。 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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ACT IV。
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SCENE I。 The coast of Kent