Humfrey, Duke of Gloucester A Tragedy |
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| 18. | SCENE XVIII. |
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SCENE XVIII.
Beaufort. Warwick. Eleanor. Salisbury. York.Salisb.
How fares the Cardinal?
Warw.
As one, just launching
Into Eternity!—
York.
Behold him, gasping!
Beauf.
Why do you stifle me?—I have been at Shrift.—
My Soul is white, as Snow!—What needed we
Have purchas'd Votes?—Was not the Murder cheaper?
Salisb.
My Lord, the King has sent us—
Beauf.
King of Terrours!—
If thou beest Death, I'll give thee England's Treasure;
So thou wilt let me live, and feel no Pain.
York.
The King my Lord, your royal Nephew, sends—
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Bring me, then, to my Trial, when you will.—
Died he not in his Bed?—Where should he die?—
Can I make Men live, whether they will, or no?—
Alive again?—Then, shew me, where he is!—
Combe down his Hair.—Look; look!—It stands upright:
Like Lime-Twigs, set to catch my winged Soul!
Elean.
Pray; pray, for Mercy!—
Beauf.
Oh, my Niece;
The Gates of Heaven are shut!—O, save me; save me!
I shudder, on the Margin of the Gulph!—
Headlong, I rush!—I fall; deep, deep, I plunge:
I fathom Misery; the Depths of endless Woe!
Elean.
O, Thou eternal Mover of the Heavens;
Look, with a gentle Eye, upon this Wretch!—
Oh, beat away the busy, medling Fiend,
That lays strong Siege to his departing Soul;
And, from his Bosome, purge this black Despair!
Warw.
See, how the Pangs of Death work, in his Features!
York.
Disturb him not.—Let him pass, peaceably.
Elean.
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!—
Warw.
O, Gloucester;—While Thy Vertues are remember'd;
So long, shall Beaufort's Infamy endure!
Elean.
The tenderest Husband!—The most inhuman Uncle!
Salisb.
The Best, and Worst, of Men!
Elean.
Alas, my Lords;
How, shall I bear to live!—
York.
Be comforted.—
With You, the Nation mourns: And Henry's Sorrows
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Gloucester partakes of everlasting Rest.—
Let high-presuming Men with Dread attend,
Divinely warn'd, to Beaufort's direfull End!—
Though bold Offenders human Laws defy;
They draw down heavier Weight of Vengeance, from on High!
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