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.