Henry VI, Part 2 (Folio 1, 1623)
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Enter the King, Salisbury, and Warwicke, to the
¶Cardinal in bed.
¶King. How fare's my Lord? Speake Beauford to thy
2135Soueraigne.
¶So thou wilt let me liue, and feele no paine.
¶Beau. Bring me vnto my Triall when you will.
¶Dy'de he not in his bed? Where should he dye?
¶Can I make men liue where they will or no?
¶Aliue againe? Then shew me where he is,
¶Ile giue a thousand pound to looke vpon him.
¶He hath no eyes, the dust hath blinded them.
¶Combe downe his haire; looke, looke, it stands vpright,
¶Giue me some drinke, and bid the Apothecarie
¶King. Oh thou eternall mouer of the heauens,
¶Looke with a gentle eye vpon this Wretch,
2155Oh beate away the busie medling Fiend,
¶War. See how the pangs of death do make him grin.
¶Hold vp thy hand, make signall of thy hope.
¶He dies and makes no signe: Oh God forgiue him.
¶And let vs all to Meditation.
Exeunt.
