_Suffolke._ You bad me ban, and will you bid me sease? [daj165] Now by this ground that I am banisht from, Well could I curse away a winters night, And standing naked on a mountaine top, Where byting cold would neuer let grasse grow, And thinke it but a minute spent in sport. ·daj170· _Queene._ No more. Sweete Suffolke hie thee hence to _France_, Or liue where thou wilt within this worldes globe, Ile haue an Irish that shall finde thee out, [daj173] And long thou shalt not staie, but ile haue thee repelde, Or venture to be banished my selfe. [daj175] Oh let this kisse be printed in thy hand, That when thou seest it, thou maist thinke on me. Away, I say, that I may feele my griefe, For it is nothing whilst thou standest here. _Suffolke._ Thus is poore _Suffolke_ ten times banished, ·daj180· Once by the King, but three times thrise by thee. Enter _Vawse_. _Queene._ How now, whither goes Vawse so fast? _Vawse._ To signifie vnto his Maiestie, That Cardinall Bewford is at point of death, Sometimes he raues and cries as he were madde, ·daj185· Sometimes he cals vpon Duke Humphries Ghost, And whispers to his pillow as to him, And sometime he calles to speake vnto the King, [daj188] And I am going to certifie vnto his grace, That euen now he cald aloude for him. ·daj190· _Queene._ Go then good Vawse and certifie the King _Exet Vawse._ Oh what is worldly pompe, all men must die, [daj192] And woe am I for Bewfords heauie ende. But why mourne I for him, whilst thou art here? Sweete Suffolke hie thee hence to France, ·daj195· For if the King do come, thou sure must die. _Suff._ And if I go I cannot liue: but here to die, What were it else, but like a pleasant slumber [daj198] In thy lap? Here could I, could I, breath my soule into the aire, [daj200] As milde and gentle as the new borne babe, That dies with mothers dugge betweene his lips, Where from thy sight I should be raging madde, [daj203] And call for thee to close mine eyes, Or with thy lips to stop my dying soule, ·daj205· That _I_ might breathe it so into thy bodie, And then it liu’d in sweete Elyziam, By thee to die, were but to die in ieast, From thee to die, were torment more then death, O let me staie, befall, what may befall. ·daj210· _Queen._ Oh mightst thou staie with safetie of thy life, Then shouldst thou staie, but heauens deny it, And therefore go, but hope ere longe to be repelde. _Suff._ _I_ goe. _Queene._ And take my heart with thee. ·daj215· She kisseth him. _Suff._ A iewell lockt into the wofulst caske, That euer yet containde a thing of woorth, Thus like a splitted barke so sunder we. This way fall I to death. _Exet Suffolke._ ·daj220· _Queene._ This way for me. _Exet Queene._ SCENE XI. Enter King and _Salsbury_, and then the Curtaines be drawne, and the Cardinall is discouered in his bed, rauing and staring as if he were madde.