SUFFOLK.
A jewel, locked into the woefull’st cask
That ever did contain a thing of worth.
Even as a splitted bark, so sunder we.
This way fall I to death.
QUEEN MARGARET.
This way for me.
[Exeunt severally.]
SCENE III. A Bedchamber
Enter the King, Salisbury and Warwick, to the Cardinal in bed.
KING HENRY.
How fares my lord? Speak, Beaufort, to thy sovereign.
CARDINAL.
If thou be’st Death, I’ll give thee England’s treasure,
Enough to purchase such another island,
So thou wilt let me live and feel no pain.
KING HENRY.
Ah, what a sign it is of evil life
Where death’s approach is seen so terrible!
WARWICK.
Beaufort, it is thy sovereign speaks to thee.
CARDINAL.
Bring me unto my trial when you will.
Died he not in his bed? Where should he die?
Can I make men live, whe’er they will or no?
O, torture me no more! I will confess.
Alive again? Then show me where he is.
I’ll give a thousand pound to look upon him.
He hath no eyes, the dust hath blinded them.
Comb down his hair; look, look, it stands upright,
Like lime-twigs set to catch my winged soul.
Give me some drink, and bid the apothecary
Bring the strong poison that I bought of him.