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SUF. I go.
And take my heart with thee..
SUF. A jewel lock'd into the woeful'it cask That ever did contain a thing of worth.
Even as a splitted bark, so sunder we;
This way fall I to death.
Enter King HENRY, SALISBURY, WARWICK, and Others. The Cardinal in bed; Attendants with him.
**K. HEN. How fares my lord?' speak, Beaufort, to thy fovereign.
this diftemper'd meffenger of wet,
"The many-colour'd Iris
And take my heart with thee.] I fuppofe, to complete the verfe, we thould 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. STELVENS.
This defcription did not efcape our author, for he has availed himself of it elsewhere. See the speech of Vaux in p. 284.
7 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 fubmitted to the reader the lines on which the former scene 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 purchase 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, forbeat; "For God will judge us all. Go take him hence,
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: "During thefe doynges, Henry Beaufford, bishop of Winchefter, and called the riche Cardynall, departed out of this worlde. was- haut in ftomach and hygh in countenance, ryche above meafure of all men, and to fewe liberal; disdaynful to his kynne, and dreadful to his lovers. His covetous infaciable and hope of long fe made hým bothe to 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 thefe words. Why should 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
Enough to purchase fuch 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 fpeaks to thee.
*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 confefs.__
Alive again? then fhow me where he is;
I'll give a thousand pound to look upon him. * He hath no eyes, the duft hath blinded them.— Comb down his hair; look! look! it ftands upright,
Like lime-twigs fet to catch my winged foul!
Give me fome drink; and bid the apothecary Bring the ftrong poifon 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 despair!
my felfe halfe up the whele, but when I fawe myne other nephew of Gloucefter difceafed, then I thought my felfe able to be equal with kinges, and fo 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?” MALONE. He hath no eyes, &c.] So, in Macbeth:
"Thou haft no fpeculation in those eyes,