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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
Alarum。 Fight at sea。 Ordnance goes off。Enter a LIEUTENANT； a
SHIPMASTER and his MATE； and WALTER WHITMORE； with
sailors； SUFFOLK and other GENTLEMEN； as prisoners
LIEUTENANT。 The gaudy； blabbing； and remorseful day Is crept
into the bosom of the sea； And now loud…howling wolves arouse the jades
That drag the tragic melancholy night； Who with their drowsy； slow； and
flagging wings Clip dead men's graves； and from their misty jaws Breathe
foul contagious darkness in the air。 Therefore bring forth the soldiers of
our prize； For； whilst our pinnace anchors in the Downs； Here shall they
make their ransom on the sand； Or with their blood stain this discoloured
shore。 Master； this prisoner freely give I thee； And thou that art his mate
make boot of this； The other； Walter Whitmore； is thy share。 FIRST
GENTLEMAN。 What is my ransom； master； let me know？ MASTER。 A
thousand crowns； or else lay down your head。 MATE。 And so much shall
you give； or off goes yours。 LIEUTENANT。 What； think you much to pay
two thousand crowns； And bear the name and port of gentlemen？ Cut both
the villains' throats… for die you shall； The lives of those which we have
lost in fight Be counterpois'd with such a petty sum！ FIRST
GENTLEMAN。 I'll give it； sir： and therefore spare my life。 SECOND
GENTLEMAN。 And so will I； and write home for it straight。
WHITMORE。 I lost mine eye in laying the prize aboard； ＇To SUFFOLK＇
And therefore； to revenge it； shalt thou die； And so should these； if I might
have my will。 LIEUTENANT。 Be not so rash； take ransom； let him live。
SUFFOLK。 Look on my George； I am a gentleman： Rate me at what thou
wilt； thou shalt be paid。 WHITMORE。 And so am I： my name is Walter
Whitmore。 How now！ Why start'st thou？ What； doth death affright？
SUFFOLK。 Thy name affrights me； in whose sound is