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• The Second Part of King Henry the Sixth: Dramatis PersonÆ.
• Act I.
• Scene I.—: London. a Room of State In the Palace.
• Scene II.—: The Same. a Room In Theduke of Gloucester’shouse.
• Scene III.—: The Same. a Room In the Palace.
• Scene IV.—: The Same. Theduke of Gloucester’sgarden.
• Act II.
• Scene I.—: St. Alban’s.
• Scene II.—: London. Theduke of York’sgarden.
• Scene III.—: The Same. a Hall of Justice.
• Scene IV.—: The Same. a Street.
• Act III.
• Scene I.—: The Abbey At Bury St. Edmund’s.
• Scene II.—: Bury St. Edmund’s. a Room In the Palace.
• Scene III.—: London.cardinal Beaufort’sbedchamber.
• Act IV.
• Scene I.—: Kent. the Seashore Near Dover.
• Scene II.—: Blackheath.
• Scene III.—: Another Part of Blackheath.
• Scene IV.—: London. a Room In the Palace.
• Scene V.—: The Same. the Tower.
• Scene VI.—: London. Cannon Street.
• Scene VII.—: The Same. Smithfield.
• Scene VIII.—: The Same. Southwark.
• Scene IX.—: Kenilworth Costle.
• Scene X.—: Kent. Iden’s Garden.
• Act V.
• Scene I.—: Kent. Fields Between Dartford and Blackheath.
• Scene II.—: Saint Alban’s.
• Scene III.—: Field Near Saint Alban’s.

Scene III.—

London.Cardinal Beaufort’sBedchamber.

EnterKing Henry, Salisbury, Warwick,and Others. TheCardinalin bed; Attendants with him.

K. Hen.

How fares my lord? speak, Beaufort, to thy sovereign.

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.

K. Hen.

Ah! what a sign it is of evil life

Where death’s approach is seen so terrible.

War.

Beaufort, it is thy sov’reign speaks to thee.

Car.

Bring me unto my trial when you will.

Died he not in his bed? where should he die?

Can I make men live whe’r 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 winged soul.

Give me some drink; and bid the apothecary

Bring the strong poison that I bought of him.

K. Hen.

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.

War.

See how the pangs of death do make him grin!

Sal.

Disturb him not! let him pass peaceably.

K. Hen.

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.

He dies, and makes no sign. O God, forgive him!

War.

So bad a death argues a monstrous life.

K. Hen.

Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.

Close up his eyes, and draw the curtain close;

And let us all to meditation.

[Exeunt.

ACT IV.