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Car. Oh death, if thou wilt let me liue but one whole yeare,
Ile giue thee as much gold as will purchase such another Iland.
King. Oh see my Lord of Salsbury how he is troubled,
[♦] Lord Cardinall, remember Christ must saue thy soule.
5 Car. Why died he not in his bed?
What would you haue me to do then?
Can I make men liue whether they will or no?
[♦] Sirra, go fetch me the strong poison which the Pothicary sent me.
Oh see where Duke Humphreys ghoast doth stand,
[10] And stares me in the face. Looke, looke, coame downe his haire,
[♦] So now hees gone againe: Oh, oh, oh.
Sal. See how the panges of death doth gripe his heart.
King. Lord Cardinall, if thou diest assured of heauenly blisse,
Hold vp thy hand and make some signe to vs. The Cardinall dies.
15 Oh see he dies, and makes no signe at all.
Oh God forgiue his soule.
Salb. So bad an ende did neuer none behold,
But as his death, so was his life in all.
King. Forbeare to iudge, good Salsbury forbeare,
20 For God will iudge vs all.
[♦] Go take him hence, and see his funerals be performde. Exet omnes.