If, after three days' space, thou here be'st found The world shall not be ransom for thy life. Come, Warwick; come, good Warwick; go with me: 'I have great matters to impart to thee. [Exeunt K. Henry, Warwick, Lords, &c. 'Q. Mar. Mischance and sorrow go along with you! 'Heart's discontent, and sour affliction, Be playfellows to keep you company! 'There's two of you; the devil make a third! And threefold vengeance tend upon your steps! Suf. Cease, gentle queen, these execrations, "And let thy Suffolk take his heavy leave. 66 'Q. Mar. Fie, coward woman, and soft-hearted wretch ! 'Hast thou not spirit to curse thine enemies? Suf. A plague upon them! wherefore should I curse them? Would curses kill, as doth the mandrake's groan, I would invent as bitter-searching terms, "As curst, as harsh, and horrible to hear, Deliver'd strongly through my fixed teeth, • With full as many signs of deadly hate, As lean-faced Envy in her loathsome cave: My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words; Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint; Mischievous. My hair be fix'd on end, as one distract; Ay, every joint should seem to curse and ban: Q. Mar. Enough, sweet Suffolk; thou torment'st thyself; "And these dread curses, like the sun 'gainst glass, "Or like an overcharged gun,-recoil, And turn the force of them upon thyself. Suf. You bade me ban, and will you bid me leave? Now, by the ground that I am banish'd from, Q. Mar. O, let me entreat thee, cease! Give “That I may dew it with my mournful tears; [kisses his hand. "That thou mightst think upon these by the seal, • Through whom a thousand sighs are breathed for thee! So, get thee gone, that I may know my grief; "Tis but surmised whilst thou art standing by, As one that surfeits thinking on a want. 'I will repeal thee, or, be well assured, 'Adventure to be banished myself: "And banished I am, if but from thee. Go, speak not to me; even now be gone.— O, go not yet!-Even thus two friends condemn'd Embrace, and kiss, and take ten thousand leaves, "Loather a hundred times to part than die. "Yet now farewell; and farewell life with thee! Suf. Thus is poor Suffolk ten times banished, Once by the king, and three times thrice by thee. ""Tis not the land I care for, wert thou hence; "A wilderness is populous enough, "So Suffolk had thy heavenly company : For where thou art, there is the world itself, "With every several pleasure in the world; "And where thou art not, desolation. "I can no more.-Live thou to joy thy life; Myself no joy in naught, but that thou livest. Enter VAUX. 'Q. Mar. Whither goes Vaux so fast? what news, I pr’ythee ? Vaux. To signify unto his majesty, That cardinal Beaufort is at point of death: |