The world'fhall not be ranfom for thy life na te Come, Waravick; come, good Warwick; go with me ; I have great matters to impart to thee. a uni Flowed [Exeunt K. Henry and Warwick, &c. Manent Suffolk, and Queen, 197

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Q. Mar. Mitchance and forrow go along with you, Heart's difcontent and four affliction Be play-fellows to keep you company; There's two of you, the devil make a third, And threefold vengeance tend upon your steps! Suf. Ceafe, gentle Queen, thefe execrations; And let thy Suffolk take his heavy leave.

Q. Mart Fy, coward woman, and foft-hearted wretch, Haft thou not fpirit to curfe thine enemy Suf.Aplague upont them! wherefore fhould Icurfe them? Would curfes kill, as doth the mandrakes groan, I would invent as bitter fearching terms, As curft, as harsh, and horrible to hear, Deliver'd ftrongly through my fixed teeth, With full as many figns of deadly hate, As lean-fac'd envy in her loathfome cave. My tongue fhould ftumble in mine earnest words, Mine eyes fhould fparkle like the beaten flint, Mine hair be fixt on end like one diftract: Ay, ev'ry joint fhould feem to curfe and ban. And even now my burden'd heart would break, Should I not curfe them. Poifon be their drink! Gall, worse than gall, the daintieft meat they taste! Their fweeteft fhade a grove of cypress trees!:. Their chiefeft profpect murd'ring bafilifks Their fofteft touch, as fmart as lizard's stings! (13) Their

(13) as fmart as lizards' fings!] In feveral other paffages, I have obferv'd, our poet fpeaks of the lizard, fo inoffenfive with us, as of a noxious animal. I don't know, whether in Italy thefe reptiles be venomous, or no; or whether, by lizard, the poet means ferpent, as Virgil is faid to do, Eclog. 2. v. 9.

Nunc virides etiam occultant (pineta Lacertos. Lacertos.] Genus ferpentis; fays Servius. But we know, thefe animals are terrible and noxious in fome parts of the world; as in the island of Java, for in

ftance.

Their mufick frightful as the ferpent's hifs!
And boading fcreech-owls make the concert full!
All the foul terrors in dark-feated hell

QMar. Enough, fweet Suffolk, thou torment'ft thy felf; And thefe dread curfes, like the fun 'gainft glafs, Or like an over-charged gun, recoil,

And turn the force of them upon thyfelf."

Suf. You bad me ban, and will you bid me leave I Now, by the ground that I am banish'd from, Well could I curfe away a winter's night, Though ftanding naked on a mountain_top, Where biting cold would never let grafs grow, And think it but a minute spent in fport.

Q. Mar. Oh, let me intreat thee ceafe; 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.
Oh, could this kifs be printed in thy hand,
That thou might't think upon thefe by the feal,
Through whom a thousand fighs are breath'd for thee.
So, get thee gone, that I may know my grief;
'Tis but furmis'd, whilft thou art ftanding by:
As one that furfeits, thinking on a want.

I will repeal thee, or, be well affur'd,
Adventure to be banished myfelf;

And banished I am, if but from thee.

Go, fpeak not to me; even now be gone.

Oh, ga not yet-Ev'n thus two friends condemn'd
Embrace and kiss, and take ten thousand leaves,
Loather a hundred times to part than die :
Yet now farewel, and farewel life with thee!

Suf. Thus is poor Suffolk ten times banished,
Once by the King, and three times thrice by thee.

ftance. In Sylvis Jave, in faludibus & cæno, Lacertæ quoddam genus, aut, ut aftius dicam, crocodili terreftris fpecies. Nullus, ex plurimis ques vidi, ultra quinque pedes excreuerat. Ferunt tamen Javani, fævos et majores in montibus verfari. Animal per totum Vertebrarum durfi proceffum ferratum eft, cute rugofa et fquamofa, fade viridi & maculofa; ita ut folo afpectu fuo infuetis berrorem incutiat." Bontius in Natural. Hiftor. lib. v. c. 4.

"Tis not the land I care for, wert thou hence; A wilderness is populous enough,

So Suffolk had thy heav'nly company.

For where thou art, there is the world itfelf;
With ev'ry fev'ral pleasure in the world;
And where thou art not, defolation.

I can no more -Live thou to joy thy life;
Myfelf no joy in aught but that thou liv'ft.

Enter Vaux.

Q. Mar. Whither goes Vaux fo faft? what news, I
Vaux. To fignify unto his Majesty,

That Cardinal Beauford is at point of death:
For fuddenly a grievous fickness took him,

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That makes him gafp, and ftare, and catch the air,
Blafpheming God, and curfing men on earth,
Sometimes he talks, as if Duke Humphry's ghost
Were by his fide; fometimes, he calls the King;
And whifpers to his pillow, as to him,
The fecrets of his over-charged foul:
And I am fent to tell his Majefty,
That even now he cries aloud for him.

Q. Mar. Go tell this heavy meffage to the King.

[Ex. Vaux. Ay me! what is this world? what news are these? But wherefore grieve I at an hours poor lofs, Omitting Suffolk's exile, my foul's treafure? Why only, Suffolk, mourn I not for thee, And with the fouthern clouds contend in tears? Theirs for the earth's increase; mine for my forrows. Now, get thee hence; the King, thou know'ft, is comings If thou be found by me, thou art but dead.

Suf. If 1 depart from thee, I cannot live;
And in thy fight to die, what were it else,
But like a pleasant flumber in thy lap?
Here could I breathe, my foul into the air,
As mild and gentle as the cradle-babe
Dying with mother's dug between its lips.
Where, from thy fight, I fhould be raging mad,
And cry out for thee to close up mine eyes;

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To have thee with thy lips to ftop my mouth :"
So, shouldst thou either turn my flying foul;
Or I fhould breathe it fo into thy body;
And then it liv'd in fweet Elyfium.

To die by thee, were but to die in jeft;
From thee to die, were torture more than death;
Oh! let me ftay, befal what may befal.

Q. Mar. Away; though parting be a fretful corrofive,

It is applied to a deathful wound.

To France, fweet Suffolk; let me hear from thee:
For wherefoe'er thou art in this world's globe,
I'll have an Iris, that fhall find thee out.

Suf. I go.

Q. Mar. And take my heart with thee.
Suf. A jewel lock'd into the woeful'ft cafket
That ever did contain a thing of worth.

Even as a splitted bark, fo funder we;
This way fall I to death.

Q. Mar. This way for me.

[Exeunt feverally.

SCENE the Cardinal's bedchamber.

Enter King Henry, Salisbury, and Warwick, to the Cardinal in bed.

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K. Henry. LOW fares my Lord? speak, Beauford, to thy Sovereign.

Car. If thou beeft death, I'll give thee England's treasure, Enough to purchafe fuch another ifland,

So thou wilt let me live, and feel no pain.
K. Henry. Ah, what a fign it is of evil life,
Where death's approach is feen fo terrible!
War. Beauford, it is thy Sovereign speaks to thee.
Car. Bring me unto my tryal, when you will,
Dy'd he not in his bed? where should he die ?
Can I make men live whe're they will or no?
Oh, torture me no more, I will confefs-
Alive again? then fhew 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 tang
Give me fome drink, and bid th' apothecary
Bring the strong poison that I bought of him.

K. Henry. Othou eternal mover of the heav'ns,
Look with a gentle eye upon this wretch';
Oh, beat away the bufy, medling, fiend,
That lays ftrong fiege unto this wretch's foul, 2
And from his bofom purge this black defpair.

War. See, how the pangs of death do make him grin!
Sal. Disturb him not, let him pafs peaceably.
1 K. Henry, Peace to his foul, if Gods good pleafure be!
Lord Cardinal, if thou think'st on heaven's blifs,'
Hold up thy hand, make fignal of thy hope.
He dies, and makes no fign! O God, forgive him.
War. So bad a death argues a monftrous life.w
K. Henry. Forbear to judge, for we are finners all.
Close up his eyes, and draw the curtain clofe,

And let us all to meditation.

[Exeunt.

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SCENE, the coaft of Kent.

Alarum. Fight at Sea. Ordnance goes off. Enter Captain Whitmore, and other Pirates, quith Suffolk and other prifoners

CAPTAIN.

HE gaudy, blabbing, and remorfeful day otro
Es crept into the bofom of the sea :

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And now loud howling wolves aroufe the jades, y bas
That drag the tragick melancholy night;

Who with their drowfy, flow, and flagging wings
Clip dead mens graves; and from their mifty jaws
Breathe foul contagious darkness in the air.
Therefore bring forth the foldiers of our prize :
For whilft our pinnace anchors in the Downs,

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