But wherefore grieve I at an hour's poor loss, ' Omitting Suffolk's exile, my soul's treasure? 'Why only, Suffolk, mourn I not for thee,

And with the southern clouds contend in tears; "Theirs for the earth's increase, mine for my sorrows? 'Now, get thee hence: The king, thou know'st, is coming?

'If thou be found by me, thou art but dead.
Suf. If I depart from thee, I cannot live:
And in thy sight to die, what were it else,
But like a pleasant slumber in thy lap?
Here could I breathe my soul into the air,
'As mild and gentle as the cradle-babe,
Dying with mother's dug between its lips:
Where, from thy sight, I should be raging mad,
And cry out for thee to close up mine eyes,
To have thee with thy lips to stop my mouth;
'So should'st thou either turn my flying soul,
Or I should breathe it so into thy body,
And then it liv'd in sweet Elysium.

To die by thee, were but to die in jest;
From thee to die, were torture more than death:
O, let me stay, befall what may befall.

'Q. Mar. Away! though parting be a fretful corrosive,

'It is applied to a deathful wound.

'To France, sweet Suffolk: Let me hear from thee; 'For wheresoe'er thou art in this world's globe, I'll have an Iris' that shall find thee out.

Suf. I go.

Q. Mar. And take my heart with thee. Suf. A jewel, lock'd into the woeful'st cask That ever did contain a thing of worth.

Where,] In the preambles of almost all the statutes made during the first twenty years of Queen Elizabeth's reign, the word where is employed instead of whereas. It is so used here.

9 I'll have an Iris-] Iris was the messenger of Juno.

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Even as a splitted bark, so sunder we;

This way fall I to death.

Q. Mar.

This way for me.

[Exeunt, severally.

SCENE III.

London. Cardinal Beaufort's Bed-Chamber.

Enter King HENRY, SALISBURY, WARWICK, and Others. The Cardinal in bed; Attendants with him.

* K. Hen. How fares my lord? speak, Beaufort, to thy sovereign.

'Car. 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.
* K. Hen. Ah, what a sign it is of evil life,
* When death's approach is seen so terrible!

* War. Beaufort,it is thy sovereign speaks to thee. * Car. Bring me unto my trial when you will. 'Died he not in his bed? where should he die? Can I make men live, whe'r 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. *K. Hen. O thou 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!

'War. See, how the pangs of death do make him grin.

* Sal. Disturb him not, let him pass peaceably. *K. Hen. Peace to his soul, if God's good pleasure be!

'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! ' War. So bad a death argues a monstrous life. 'K. Hen. Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.

'Close up his eyes, and draw the curtain close; 'And let us all to meditation.

[Exeunt.1

ACT IV.

SCENE I. Kent.

The Sea-shore near Dover.

Firing heard at Sea. Then enter from a Boat, a Captain, a Master, a Master's-Mate, WALTER WHITMORE, and Others; with them SUFFOlk, and other Gentlemen, prisoners.

* Cap. The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day *Is crept into the bosom of the sea;

And now loud-howling wolves arouse the jades

1 Exeunt.] This is one of the scenes which have been applauded by the criticks, and which will continue to be admired when prejudices shall cease, and bigotry give way to impartial examination. These are beauties that rise out of nature and of truth; the superficial reader cannot miss them, the profound can image nothing beyond them. JOHNSON.

The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day-] The epithet blabbing applied to the day by a man about to commit murder, is exquisitely beautiful. Guilt is afraid of light, considers darkness as a natural shelter, and makes night the confidante of those actions which cannot be trusted to the tell-tale day. JOHNSON.