[Rises from bed, starts forward and falls back speechless. Enter Henry, Gualo, Winchester, and attendants. Albemarle and Richford stand together. Pembroke dies pointing to them and gazing at the king.]
Hen. My lords, what does this mean?
Alb. This noble man
Wished much to say a word of grace for me
And his forgiven son. Alas, black death
Has stolen the balm that might have eased our way
Into your heart.
Hen. Fear not, my lords. I'll trust you,
Even as he wished. [Kneels by bed]
O, Pembroke, couldst thou leave me?