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SUF. I go.


And take my heart with thee.

SUF. A jewel lock'd into the woeful'it cafk That ever did contain a thing of worth.

Even as a splitted bark, fo funder we;

This way fall I to death.


This way for me.

[Exeunt, Severally.




Cardinal Beaufort's Bed-chamber.


Enter King HENRY, SALISBURY, WARWICK, and Others. The Cardinal in bed; Attendants with him.

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*K. HEN. How fares my lord?' fpeak, Beaufort, to thy fovereign.

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And take my heart with thee.] I fuppofe, to complete the verse, we fhould read:

along with thee.

So, in Hamlet:

"And he to England fhall along with thee.


Enter King Henry, &c.] The quarto offers the following flage directions. Enter King and Salisbury, and then the curtaines be drawne, and the cardinal is difcovered in his bed, raving and flaring as if he were mad. STEEVENS.

This description did not escape our author, for he has availed himself of it elsewhere. See the speech of Vaux in p. 284.


How fares my lord? &c.] This fcene, and that in which the dead body of the duke of Glofter is defcribed, are deservedly admired. Having already submitted to the reader the lines on which the former fcene is founded, I fhall now subjoin those which gave rise to that before us:

• CAR. If thou be'ft death, I'll give thee England's treasure,


"Car. O death, if thou wilt let me live but one whole year, "I'll give thee as much gold as will purcbafe fuch another island. "King. O fee, my lord of Salisbury, how he is troubled. "Lord Cardinal, remember, Chrift muft have thy foul.

Car. Why, dy'd he not in his bed?.

"What would you have me to do then?

"Can I make men live, whether they will or no? Sirrah, go fetch me the ftrong poison, which

"The 'pothecary fent me.

"O, fee where duke Humphrey's ghoft doth stand,

"And ftares me in the face! Look; look; comb down his hair. "So now, he's gone again. Oh, oh, oh.

"Sal. See how the pangs of death doth gripe his heart. "King. Lord Cardinal, if thou dieft affured of heavenly blifs, "Hold up thy hand, and make fome fign to me.

"O fee, he dies, and makes no fign at all. "O God, forgive his foul!

[The Cardinal dies.

"Sal. So bad an end did never none behold; But as his death, fo was his life in all.

"King. Forbear to judge, good Salisbury, forbear; "For God will judge us all. Go take him hence,

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"And fee his funeral be perform'd. [Exeunt. MALONE.

If thou best death, I'll give thee England's treasure, &c.] The following paffage in Hall's Chronicle, Henry VI. fol. 70, b. fuggefted the corresponding lines to the author of the old play: "Du. ring thefe doynges, Henry Beaufford, bishop of Winchester, and called the riche Cardynall, departed out of this worlde. This man was- haut in ftomach and hygh in countenance, ryche above meafure of all men, and to fewe liberal; difdaynful to his kynne, and dreadful to his lovers. His covetous infaciable and hope of long fe made hym bothe tó forget God, his prynce, and hymfelfe, in his latter dayes; for Do&or John Baker, his pryvie counfailer and his chapellan, wrote, that lying on his death-bed, he faid these words. Why fhould I dye, having fo muche riches? If the whole realme would fave my lyfe, I am able either by pollicie to get it, or by ryches to bye it. Fye, will not death be hyered, nor will money do nothynge? When my nephew of Bedford died, I thought


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Enough to purchase such another island,
So thou wilt let me live, and feel no pain.
*K. HEN. Ah, what a fign it is of evil life,
When death's approach is feen fo terrible!
*WAR. Beaufort, it is thy fovereign speaks to

*CAR. Bring me unto my trial when you will. . Died he not in his bed? where fhould he die ? Can I make men live, whe'r they will or no?

*O! torture me no more; I will confess.___

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Alive again? then show me where he is;

I'll give a thoufand pound to look upon him.. * He hath no eyes, the duft hath blinded them."Comb down his hair; look! look! it ftands up


Like lime-twigs fet to catch my winged foul! Give me fome drink; and bid the apothecary Bring the ftrong 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 bufy meddling fiend, * That lays ftrong fiege unto this wretch's foul, * And from his bofom purge this black defpair!

my felfe halfe up the whele, but when I fawe myne other nephew of Gloucefter difceased, then I thought my felfe able to be equal with kinges, and so thought to increase my treasure in hope to have worne a trypple croune. But I fe nowe the worlde fayleth me, and fo I am deceyved; praying you all to pray for me."


9 Can I make men live, whe'r they will or no?] So, in K. John:
"We cannot hold mortality's ftrong hand:-
"Why do you bend fuch folemn brows on me?
"Think you, I bear the fhears of deftiny?
"Have I commandment on the pulfe of life?"

He hath no eyes, &c.] So, in Macbeth:
"Thou haft no fpeculation in those eyes,
"Which thou doft glare with." MALONE.




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