2021Queen. Fye Coward woman, and soft harted wretch,

2022Hast thou not spirit to curse thine enemy.

2023Suf. A plague vpon them: wherefore should I cursse

2024 them?

2025Would curses kill, as doth the Mandrakes grone,

2026I would inuent as bitter searching termes,

2027As curst, as harsh, and horrible to heare,

2028Deliuer'd strongly through my fixed teeth,

2029With full as many signes of deadly hate,

2030As leane-fac'd enuy in her loathsome caue.

2031My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words,

2032Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten Flint,

2033Mine haire be fixt an end, as one distract:

2034I, euery ioynt should seeme to curse and ban,

2035And euen now my burthen'd heart would breake

2036Should I not curse them. Poyson be their drinke.

2037Gall, worse then Gall, the daintiest that they taste:

2038Their sweetest shade, a groue of Cypresse Trees:

2039Their cheefest Prospect, murd'ring Basiliskes:

2040Their softest Touch, as smart as Lyzards stings:

2041Their Musicke, frightfull as the Serpents hisse,

2042And boading Screech-Owles, make the Consort full.

2043All the foule terrors in darke seated hell---

2044Q. Enough sweet Suffolke, thou torment'st thy selfe,

2045And these dread curses like the Sunne 'gainst glasse,

2046Or like an ouer-charged Gun, recoile,

2047And turnes the force of them vpon thy selfe.

2048Suf. You bad me ban, and will you bid me leaue?

2049Now by the ground that I am banish'd from,

2050Well could I curse away a Winters night,

2051Though standing naked on a Mountaine top,

2052Where byting cold would neuer let grasse grow,

2053And thinke it but a minute spent in sport.

2054Qu. Oh, let me intreat thee cease, giue me thy hand,

2055That I may dew it with my mournfull teares:

2056Nor let the raine of heauen wet this place,

2057To wash away my wofull Monuments.

2058Oh, could this kisse be printed in thy hand,

2059That thou might'st thinke vpon these by the Seale,

2060Through whom a thousand sighes are breath'd for thee.

2061So get thee gone, that I may know my greefe,

2062'Tis but surmiz'd, whiles thou art standing by,

2063As one that surfets, thinking on a want:

2064I will repeale thee, or be well assur'd,

2065Aduenture to be banished my selfe:

2066And banished I am, if but from thee.

2067Go, speake not to me; euen now be gone.

2068Oh go not yet. Euen thus, two Friends condemn'd,

2069Embrace, and kisse, and take ten thousand leaues,

2070Loather a hundred times to part then dye;

2071Yet now farewell, and farewell Life with thee.

2072Suf. Thus is poore Suffolke ten times banished,

2073Once by the King, and three times thrice by thee.

2074'Tis not the Land I care for, wer't thou thence,

2075A Wildernesse is populous enough,

2076So Suffolke had thy heauenly company:

2077For where thou art, there is the World it selfe,

2078With euery seuerall pleasure in the World:

2079And where thou art not, Desolation.

2080I can no more: Liue thou to ioy thy life;

2081My selfe no ioy in nought, but that thou liu'st.

2083Queene. Whether goes Vaux so fast? What newes I

2084prethee?

2085Vaux. To signifie vnto his Maiesty,

2086That Cardinall Beauford is at point of death:

2087For sodainly a greeuous sicknesse tooke him,

2088That makes him gaspe, and stare, and catch the aire,

2089Blaspheming God, and cursing men on earth.

2090Sometime he talkes, as if Duke Humfries Ghost

2091Were by his side: Sometime, he calles the King,

2092And whispers to his pillow, as to him,

2093The secrets of his ouer-charged soule,

2094And I am sent to tell his Maiestie,

2095That euen now he cries alowd for him.

2096Qu. Go tell this heauy Message to the King. Exit

2097Aye me! What is this World? What newes are these?

2098But wherefore greeue I at an houres poore losse,

2099Omitting Suffolkes exile, my soules Treasure?

2100Why onely Suffolke mourne I not for thee?

2101And with the Southerne clouds, contend in teares?

2102Theirs for the earths encrease, mine for my sorrowes.

2103Now get thee hence, the King thou know'st is comming,

2104If thou be found by me, thou art but dead.

2105Suf. If I depart from thee, I cannot liue,

2106And in thy sight to dye, what were it else,

2107But like a pleasant slumber in thy lap?

2108Heere could I breath my soule into the ayre,

2109As milde and gentle as the Cradle-babe,

2110Dying with mothers dugge betweene it's lips.

2111Where from thy sight, I should be raging mad,

2112And cry out for thee to close vp mine eyes:

2113To haue thee with thy lippes to stop my mouth:

2114So should'st thou eyther turne my flying soule,

2115Or I should breathe it so into thy body,

2116And then it liu'd in sweete Elizium.

2117To dye by thee, were but to dye in iest,

2118From thee to dye, were torture more then death:

2119Oh let me stay, befall what may befall.

2120Queen. Away: Though parting be a fretfull corosiue,

2121It is applyed to a deathfull wound.

2122To France sweet Suffolke: Let me heare from thee:

2123For wheresoere thou art in this worlds Globe,

2124Ile haue an Iris that shall finde thee out.

2125Suf. I go.

2126Qu. And take my heart with thee.

2127Suf. A Iewell lockt into the wofulst Caske,

2128That euer did containe a thing of worth,

2129Euen as a splitted Barke, so sunder we:

2130This way fall I to death.

2131Qu. This way for me. Exeunt

2134King. How fare's my Lord? Speake Beauford to thy

2135Soueraigne.

2136Ca. If thou beest death, Ile giue thee Englands Treasure,

2137Enough to purchase such another Island,

2138So thou wilt let me liue, and feele no paine.

2139King. Ah, what a signe it is of euill life,

2140Where death's approach is seene so terrible.

2141War. Beauford, it is thy Soueraigne speakes to thee.

2142Beau. Bring me vnto my Triall when you will.

2143Dy'de he not in his bed? Where should he dye?

2144Can I make men liue where they will or no?

2145Oh torture me no more, I will confesse.

2146Aliue againe? Then shew me where he is,

2147Ile giue a thousand pound to looke vpon him.

2148He hath no eyes, the dust hath blinded them.