Lord cardinal, if thou think’st on heaven’s bliss,
[♦] Hold up thy hand, make signal of thy hope.
He dies, and makes no sign. O God, forgive him!
30 War. So bad a death argues a monstrous life.
King. Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.
Close up his eyes and draw the curtain close;
And let us all to meditation. [Exeunt.
ACT IV.
bda SCENE I. The coast of Kent.
Alarum. Fight at Sea. Ordnance goes off. Enter a Captain, a Master, a Master’s-Mate, WALTER WHITMORE, and others; with them SUFFOLK, and others, prisoners.