_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?   ·bcb390· 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:   [bcb393] Where, from thy sight, I should be raging mad And cry out for thee to close up mine eyes,   ·bcb395· To have thee with thy lips to stop my mouth; So shouldst thou either turn my flying soul,   [bcb397] Or I should breathe it so into thy body, And then it lived in sweet Elysium.   [bcb399] To die by thee were but to die in jest;   ·bcb400· From thee to die were torture more than death: O, let me stay, befall what may befall! _Queen._ Away! though parting be a fretful corrosive,   [bcb403] It is applied to a deathful wound. To France, sweet Suffolk: let me hear from thee;   ·bcb405· For wheresoe’er thou art in this world’s globe,   [bcb406] I’ll have an Iris that shall find thee out. _Suf._ I go. _Queen._ And take my heart with thee.   [bcb408] _Suf._ A jewel, lock’d into the wofull’st cask   [bcb409] That ever did contain a thing of worth.   ·bcb410· Even as a splitted bark, so sunder we: This way fall I to death. _Queen._ This way for me.   [bcb412] [_Exeunt severally._ SCENE III. _A bedchamber_. _Enter the_ KING, SALISBURY, WARWICK, _to the_ CARDINAL _in bed_. _King._ How fares my lord? speak, Beaufort, to thy sovereign.   [bcc001] _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.   [bcc004] _King._ Ah, what a sign it is of evil life,   ·bcc005· Where 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?   [bcc009] Can I make men live, whether they will or no?   [bcc010] 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,   ·bcc015· 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._ O thou eternal Mover of the heavens, Look with a gentle eye upon this wretch!   ·bcc020· O, beat away the busy meddling fiend   [bcc021] That lays strong siege unto this wretch’s soul   [bcc022] 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.   ·bcc025· _King._ Peace to his soul, if God’s good pleasure be!   [bcc026] Lord cardinal, if thou think’st on heaven’s bliss, Hold up thy hand, make signal of thy hope.   [bcc028] He dies, and makes no sign. O God, forgive him!