London. Cardinal Beaufort's Bedchamber.
 Enter the KING, SALISBURY, and WARWICK, to the CARDINAL in bed.

King Henry	How fares my lord? Speak, Beaufort, to thy sovereign.

Cardinal	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.

King Henry	Ah, what a sign it is of evil life
	Where death's approach is seen so terrible!

Warwick	Beaufort, it is thy sovereign speaks to thee.

Cardinal	Bring me unto my trial when you will.
	Died he not in his bed? Where should he die?
	Can I make men live whe'er they will or no?
	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,
	Like lime-twigs set to catch my wingd soul.
	Give me some drink; and bid the apothecary
	Bring the strong poison that I bought of him.

King Henry	O Thou eternal mover of the heavens,
	Look with a gentle eye upon this wretch!
	O, beat away the busy meddling fiend
	That lays strong siege unto this wretch's soul,
	And from his bosom purge this black despair!

Warwick	See how the pangs of death do make him grin!

Salisbury	Disturb him not; let him pass peaceably.

King Henry	Peace to his soul, if God's good pleasure be!
	Lord Cardinal, if thou think'st on heaven's bliss,
	Hold up thy hand, make signal of thy hope.
													[CARDINAL dies.
	He dies, and makes no sign - O God, forgive him!

Warwick	So bad a death argues a monstrous life.

King Henry	Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.
	Close up his eyes, and draw the curtain close;
	And let us all to meditation.
													[Exeunt.
