KING HENRY
How fares my lord? Speak, Beaufort, to sovereign.
CARDINAL
If be’st Death, I’ll give England’s treasure,
Enough to purchase such another island,
So 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 sovereign speaks to .
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 no eyes, the dust 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.
KING HENRY
O eternal mover of the heavens,
Look with a gentle eye upon this wretch!
O, beat away the busy meddling fiend
That lays strong siege unto this wretch’s soul,
And from his bosom purge this black despair!
WARWICK
See how the pangs of death do make him grin!
SALISBURY
Disturb him not; let him pass peaceably.
KING HENRY
Peace to his soul, if God’s good pleasure be!
Lord Cardinal, if think’st on heaven’s bliss,
Hold up hand, make signal of hope.
He dies and makes no sign. O God, forgive him!
WARWICK
So bad a death argues a monstrous life.
KING HENRY
Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.
Close up his eyes, and draw the curtain close,
And let us all to meditation.