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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 5 of 9]

Chapter 63: bcc SCENE III. A bedchamber.
By William Shakespeare
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The volume presents a connected sequence of historical dramas that dramatize the disintegration of centralized power and the violent struggle among rival claimants for the crown. Through scenes of political intrigue, popular unrest, pitched battles, and calculated betrayals, it shows how shifting alliances and personal ambition accelerate dynastic collapse and reshape leadership. The plays interweave public spectacle with intimate moments of downfall and remorse, exploring themes of legitimacy, governance, and the human cost of civil war. Scholarly apparatus accompanies the texts, offering prefatory and editorial commentary, variant readings, and notes on publication history.

bcc SCENE III. A bedchamber.

Enter the KING, SALISBURY, WARWICK, to the CARDINAL in bed.
♦ King. 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.
5 King. Ah, what a sign it is of evil life,
Where death’s approach is seen so terrible!
War. Beaufort, it is thy sovereign speaks to thee.
Car. Bring me unto my trial when you will.
♦ Died he not in his bed? where should he die?
10 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.
He hath no eyes, the dust hath blinded them.
15 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.
King. O thou eternal Mover of the heavens,
20 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!
25 Sal. Disturb him not; let him pass peaceably.
♦ King. 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!
30 War. So bad a death argues a monstrous life.
King. Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.
Close up his eyes and draw the curtain close;
And let us all to meditation. [Exeunt.