| ACT III SCENE III | A bedchamber. | |
| | Enter the KING, SALISBURY, WARWICK, to theCARDINAL in bed | |
| KING HENRY VI | 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, | 5 |
| | So thou wilt let me live, and feel no pain. | |
| KING HENRY VI | 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. | 10 |
| | Died he not in his bed? where should he die? | |
| | Can I make men live, whether 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. | 15 |
| | 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. | 20 |
| KING HENRY VI | 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! | 25 |
| WARWICK | See, how the pangs of death do make him grin! | |
| SALISBURY | Disturb him not; let him pass peaceably. | |
| KING HENRY VI | 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. | 30 |
| | He dies, and makes no sign. O God, forgive him! | |
| WARWICK | So bad a death argues a monstrous life. | |
| KING HENRY VI | Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all. | |
| | Close up his eyes and draw the curtain close; | |
| | And let us all to meditation. | 35 |
| | Exeunt | |
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