&mast;K. Hen.
&mast;How fares my lord^{8 note}





















? speak, Beaufort, to thy sovereign.

&mlquo;Car.
&mlquo;If thou be'st death, I'll give thee England's treasure^{9 note},
&mlquo;Enough to purchase such another island,

&mlquo;So thou wilt let me live, and feel no pain.

&mast;K. Hen.
&mast;Ah, what a sign it is of evil life,
&mast;When death's approach is seen so terrible!

&mast;War.
&mast;Beaufort, it is thy sovereign speaks to thee.

&mast;Car.
&mast;Bring me unto my trial when you will.
&mlquo;Died he not in his bed? where should he die?
Can I make men live, whe'r they will or no^{1 note}



?—
&mast;O! torture me no more, I will confess.—
&mlquo;Alive again? then show me where he is;
&mlquo;I'll give a thousand pound to look upon him.—
&mast;He hath no eyes, the dust hath blinded them^{2 note}

.—
&mlquo;Comb down his hair; look! look! it stands upright,
&mlquo;Like lime-twigs set to catch my winged soul!—
&mlquo;Give me some drink; and bid the apothecary
&mlquo;Bring the strong poison that I bought of him.

&mast;K. Hen.
&mast;O thou eternal Mover of the heavens,
&mast;Look with a gentle eye upon this wretch!
&mast;O, beat away the busy meddling fiend,
&mast;That lays strong siege unto this wretch's soul,
&mast;And from his bosom purge this black despair!

&mlquo;War.
&mlquo;See, how the pangs of death do make him grin.

&mast;Sal.
&mast;Disturb him not, let him pass peaceably.

&mast;K. Hen.
&mast;Peace to his soul, if God's good pleasure be!
&mlquo;Lord cardinal, if thou think'st on heaven's bliss,

&mlquo;Hold up thy hand^{3 note}

&mlquo;War.
&mlquo;So bad a death argues a monstrous life.

&mlquo;K. Hen.
&mlquo;Forbear to judge^{4 note}

, for we are sinners all.—
&mlquo;Close up his eyes, and draw the curtain close;
&mlquo;And let us all to meditation. [Exeunt.^{5 note}.

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