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A bedchamber.
[Enter the KING, SALISBURY, WARWICK, to the CARDINAL in bed]
KING HENRY VI
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How fares | my lord?| Speak Beau/fort to thy |
sovereign.
CARDINAL
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If thou | beest^death,| I'll give | thee Eng|land's
trea|sure,
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Enough | to purch|ase such | anoth|er is|land,
(hex with prev)
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So thou | wilt let | me live,| and feel | no
pain.
KING HENRY VI
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Ah, what | a sign | it is | of ev|il life,
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Where death's | approach | is seen | so
ter|rible.
WARWICK
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Beaufort,| it is | thy sove|reign speaks | to
thee.
CARDINAL
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Bring me | unto | my tri|al when | you will.
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Died he | not in | his bed?| Where should | he
die?
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Can I make | men live, wheth|er they will | or
no?
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Oh tor|ture me | no more,| I will | confess.
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Alive | again?| Then show | me where | he is,
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I'll give | a thous|and pound | to look | upon
him.
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He hath | no eyes,| the dust | hath blind|ed
them.
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Comb down his hair;| look, look, it stands |
upright,
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Like^lime-|twigs set to catch | my wing|ed soul:
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Give me | some drink,| and bid | the apoth|ecary
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Bring the | strong pois/on that | I bought | of
him.
KING HENRY VI
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O thou | etern|al Mov|er of | the heavens,
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Look with | a gent|le eye | upon | this wretch,
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Oh beat | away | the bu|sy med|dling fiend,
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That lays | strong siege un|to this wretch|'s
soul,
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And from | his bos|om purge | this black |
despair.
WARWICK
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See how | the pangs | of death | do make | him
grin.
SALISBURY
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Disturb | him not,| let him / pass peace|ably.
KING HENRY VI
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Peace to | his soul,| if God's | good* pleas|ure
be.
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Lord^card|inal, if | thou thinkst | on heav|en's
bliss,
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Hold^up | thy hand,| make sig/nal of | thy hope.
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He dies | and makes | no* sign:| Oh God | forgive
him.
WARWICK
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So bad | a death,| argues | a monst|rous life.
KING HENRY VI
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Forbear | to judge,| for we | are sin|ners all.
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Close^up | his eyes,| and draw | the curt|ain
close,
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And let | us all | to med|ita|tion.
[Exeunt]