Go quickly to my Lord of Suffolk and tell him we have murdered the Duke as he ordered us to.

Run to Suffolk and tell him we killed the Duke like he wanted.

go to suffolk we killed the duke like he wanted

I wish we hadn't done it! What have we done? Did you ever hear a man so full of remorse?

I wish we hadn't done it! What did we just do? Did you hear how sorry he was?

i wish we didnt what did we do he was so sorry

My lord approaches.

Here he comes.

heres the lord

Now, gentlemen, have you completed this task? Murderer: Yes, my lord, he's dead.

So, you got it done? Murderer: Yeah, boss. He's gone.

it's done? yeah. dead.

Well done. Go to my house; I will reward you for this brave deed. The King and all the nobles are here now. Have you arranged the bed nicely? Is everything in order, Exactly as I instructed? Murderer: Yes, my lord.

Great work. Head to my place— I'll make it worth your while. The King's here with all his nobles. Did you set up the bed like I told you? Everything perfect? Murderer: All set, sir.

go home. i'll pay you. bed set up right? murderer: yeah all good

Go on, get out of here!

Now get out of sight.

go. now.

entering with his attendants.

enters with his attendants.

suffolk arrives with attendants

Go, bring my uncle to me immediately; Tell him I intend to test his character today If he is guilty, as people are saying.

Go get my uncle for me right now. Tell him I'm going to see if there's any truth to these accusations.

get my uncle. now. tell him i'm checking on him

I'll bring him at once, my noble lord.

Right away, my lord.

on it

Lords, take your seats; and I beg you all, Proceed no more harshly against our uncle Gloucester Than the true evidence of his good reputation Requires him to be proven guilty.

Everyone sit down. I'm asking you all—don't come down on my uncle any harder than what we actually know. Wait for real proof before you judge him.

sit. don't rush to blame gloucester. we need real evidence.

God forbid that any malice should win out And cause someone innocent to condemn a nobleman! Pray God he may be cleared of suspicion!

Heaven help us if hatred makes us convict an innocent man. I hope my uncle comes out clean.

god no. we can't convict an innocent guy. hope he's clear

I thank you, Margaret; these words please me greatly.

Thank you, Margaret. That means a lot.

thanks meg. that helps

What's happening? Why are you so pale? Why are you trembling? Where is our uncle? What's wrong, Suffolk?

What's going on? Why are you so pale? Why are you shaking? Where's our uncle? What's the matter?

whats wrong why ur pale where's gloucester

He lies dead in his chambers, my lord; Gloucester is no more.

He's found dead, my lord. Gloucester won't be coming back.

gloucester's gone. dead in his room.

Indeed, God forbid!

Oh God, no!

god no

God's secret judgment! I had a dream last night— The Duke was silent and couldn't speak a word.

That's God's judgment right there. I dreamed last night that the Duke couldn't talk.

i dreamed he couldn't speak. weird

How is your majesty? Somebody help! The King is collapsing!

My lord, wake up! Someone help! The King is falling!

henry wake up! someone help! king's going down!

Lift him up; pull him by the nose.

Get him up off the ground. Try pulling on his nose.

lift him. get his nose

Run, help, help! Henry, open your eyes!

Hurry, someone help! Henry, wake up! Open your eyes!

help! henry wake up!

He's coming back to life. Madam, be patient.

He's waking up. Just stay calm.

he's waking up. wait

Oh God in heaven!

Oh my God!

oh god

How are you feeling, my gracious lord?

Are you okay, my lord?

u ok?

Take comfort, my King! Gracious Henry, be strong!

Hang in there, my lord. You're going to be fine.

stay strong henry

What, does my Lord Suffolk comfort me? He came just now to sing like a raven, Whose terrible sound drained away my life, And thinks he that a wren's chirping, Coming in hollow comfort from his chest, Can erase that first dark sound I heard? Don't hide your poison in such sweet words; Don't put your hands on me. Step back, I say! Your touch frightens me like a snake's bite. You evil messenger, out of my sight! On your eyes sits murderous cruelty In grim majesty to terrify the world. Don't look at me—your eyes are like weapons. Yet don't go away; come, you poisonous thing, And kill me with your gaze. For in the shadow of death I'll find joy, In life, only double death, now Gloucester is dead.

Are you trying to comfort me? You just came here spreading doom and gloom, draining all the life out of me. Now you think some sweet talk and fake kindness will undo that? Don't touch me. Your hands are poison to me. Get away from me. I can't even look at you without feeling stabbed. You're evil incarnate. Just stay back. In fact, kill me while you're at it. Death would be better than living without Gloucester.

ur the one who did this. u came here killing me with bad news. don't touch me. just let me die. gloucester's gone so what's the point

Why do you attack my Lord Suffolk like this? Although the Duke was an enemy to him, Yet he grieves for his death in the most Christian way. And for myself, even though he was my enemy, If tears or suffering or sighs Or blood-draining sighs could bring him back, I would cry myself blind, groan myself sick, Grow pale as a primrose with my weeping, And do it all to have the noble Duke alive. What do I know of what the world will say about me? We all know we were only pretend friends. They might judge that I arranged his death; So my name will be wounded by slander And royal courts filled with my shame. This is what I get from his death. Unhappy me! To be a queen, crowned with infamy!

Why are you coming at Suffolk like this? Yes, the Duke and he had their differences, but look at him—he's genuinely heartbroken. As for me, I was on the Duke's enemies list too, but if I could bring him back with tears or agony or anything else, I'd be blind from crying. But here's what kills me—everyone's going to say I had something to do with this. They'll say I got rid of him to protect myself. My name will be ruined, and I'll be remembered as a murderer, not a queen. I'm the one who's really suffering.

why blame suffolk? he's sad about it too. i'd cry till blind to get him back but everyone will say i did it i'm the one destroyed by this

I'm miserable about Gloucester's death!

I can't believe Gloucester is gone—this is devastating!

gloucester... god this is awful

Feel miserable for me, who is more miserable than he is. What, do you turn away and hide your face? I'm not a loathsome leper. Look at me. What, are you like the deaf adder? Be poisonous and kill your suffering Queen. Is all your comfort locked away in Gloucester's grave? Why then, Margaret was never your joy. Build his statue and worship it, And turn my image into a sign for an alehouse. Was I nearly drowned at sea And twice blown back from England's shore By terrible wind back to my native country, For what reason? But a warning wind that seemed to say "Don't seek a scorpion's nest, Don't set foot on this unkind shore?" What did I do then but curse those gentle breezes And the god that let them out of his bronze caves, And pray they'd blow toward England's blessed coast Or turn our ship toward a deadly rock? Yet even Aeolus would not be a murderer, But left that evil job for you. The pretty leaping sea refused to drown me, Knowing you would have me drowned on shore With tears as salty as the sea, because of your cruelty. The jagged rocks in the sinking sands Would not crash into me with their rough edges, Because your hard heart, harder than stone, Might kill me in your palace. As far as I could see your white cliffs, When your shore's storm pushed us back, I stood in the middle of the storm, And when the dark sky began to rob My eager eyes of your land's view, I took an expensive jewel from my neck— A heart it was, set with diamonds— And threw it toward your land. The sea took it, And so I wished my body to follow my heart. And so I lost fair England's view, And told my eyes to go along with my heart, And called them blind and dark glasses, For losing sight of England's desired coast. How often have I let Suffolk's tongue persuade me, The agent of your cruelty, To sit and enchant me, as Ascanius did When he would tell madly-in-love Dido About his father's great deeds in burning Troy! Am I not enchanted like she was? Or aren't you false like he was? I can't go on anymore! Die, Margaret, For Henry is sad that you still live.

Be sad for me. I'm the one who's really suffering. Why won't you even look at me? I'm not diseased. I'm your wife. Are you just going to ignore me? Kill me then. At least put me out of my misery. Is Gloucester the only thing that matters now? Have I become nothing? You should worship him and throw me away. I gave up everything for you—I barely survived that sea voyage to get here. Twice I was blown back, nearly drowned. The waves and rocks wouldn't even kill me because I was meant to be with you. I threw my precious jewel in the ocean hoping it would guide me to you. But you don't care. You're just like that guy from the stories who pretended to love Dido while he was really working for his father. You used me, and now you won't even look at me. I'm done. I can't take this anymore. Just let me die since you clearly wish I wasn't here.

be sad for me i came here almost died at sea took a jewel meant me to you u won't even look at me just let me die at this point

It is reported, mighty sovereign, That good Duke Humphrey has been traitorously murdered By Suffolk's and Cardinal Beaufort's doing. The common people, like an angry swarm of bees That have lost their leader, scatter everywhere And strike whoever they can in revenge. I myself have calmed their furious anger, Until they hear how he died.

My lord, word's going around that Duke Humphrey was murdered—Suffolk and the Cardinal did it. The people are going crazy about it. Like a beehive without a queen, they're all over the place looking for revenge. I've managed to hold them back so far, but they're demanding to know exactly what happened.

suffolk & cardinal killed humphrey crowd's furious like bees w/o a queen i've held them back but they want answers

Yes, Warwick, it's certain he's gone from this world; But the manner of his death remains unknown to me—only God understands what happened.

You're right, Warwick, he's definitely gone. But I have no idea how it happened. Only God knows what really went on.

yeah he's gone. no idea how. only god knows.

And then comment on the cause of his sudden death.

And explain what caused his sudden death.

explain his death

I will do that, my king.—Stay here, Salisbury, With the rough crowd until I return.

Right away, my lord.—Salisbury, you stay here with the people till I get back.

i'll go. salisbury stay w crowd

God, who judges all things, calm my mind, My mind that struggles to believe That someone violently killed Humphrey. If my suspicion is wrong, forgive me, God, For judgment belongs only to you. I wish I could go warm his pale lips With twenty thousand kisses, and pour An ocean of salt tears on his face, To show my love to his silent lifeless body, And feel his hand with my fingers, knowing it's dead; But it's all pointless. And to look at his dead, earthly form, Wouldn't that just make my sorrow worse?

God, help me. My mind keeps going to this dark place—that someone murdered him. If I'm wrong about that, forgive me. Only you can judge the truth. I wish I could be with him, kiss him a thousand times, cry over his body, hold his hand one more time. But what's the point? It would only make the pain worse.

god help me i think someone killed him i just wanna hold him again but it'd hurt more

Come here, gracious sovereign, look at his body.

My lord, come look at him.

look at his body

That's like looking at how deep my own grave is, Because with his life went all my worldly comfort; Because seeing him, I see my own death.

Looking at him is like looking at my own grave. He was my comfort in this world. Now that he's gone, I might as well be dead too.

i see his death i see mine he was everything w/o him i'm dead too

As surely as my soul will live With that great King who took our punishment on himself To free us from his Father's anger, I believe that someone violently murdered This three-times famous duke.

I swear by my soul and by Christ who died for us—I am certain that someone murdered the Duke. I'm sure of it.

i swear. someone murdered him. i'm 100% sure

A serious oath, spoken with gravity! What proof does Lord Warwick have for his vow?

That's a big oath to swear. What evidence do you have?

big oath. what's your proof?

Look at how blood is pooled in his face. I have often seen a body that died naturally— Ashy colored, thin, pale, and without blood, With all the blood sunk down to the struggling heart, Which, fighting against death, Draws the blood toward itself for strength against death, Which then cools with the heart and never returns To color and warm the cheek again. But look here—his face is black and full of blood, His eyes bulging further out than when he lived, Staring wide open like a strangled man; His hair standing up, his nostrils stretched from struggling, His hands spread out, as if grabbing And fighting for life but overpowered. Look, on the sheets his hair is sticking; His well-groomed beard made rough and tangled, Like summer grain beaten down by a storm. It cannot be anything but murder; Even the smallest of these signs proves it.

All the signs point to strangulation. The blood's still in his face, his eyes are bulging, his hair's standing on end, his mouth's wide open like he was gasping. His hands are torn up from fighting back. Everything shows he died violently, not peacefully in his sleep. This was definitely murder.

look at his face. blood everywhere. eyes bulging. hair standing up. clawing marks on hands. strangled. definitely murdered.

Why, Warwick, who would murder the Duke? Myself and Beaufort had him under guard, And we, I hope, sir, are not murderers.

Hold on, Warwick. Who would kill the Duke? We were watching him—Beaufort and me. We're not murderers.

who'd kill him? we were watching him. we're no murderers.

But you both were enemies to Duke Humphrey, And you were supposed to keep him safe. It seems you wouldn't have treated him like a friend, And it's clear he found an enemy instead.

Yeah, but you two hated him. And you were the ones guarding him? You wouldn't have protected him like a friend would. Looks like he had his enemies right there with him.

u both hated him. u were guarding him. where's the care? he had enemies right there.

So you suspect these nobles Of killing Duke Humphrey.

So you're saying these guys murdered the Duke?

u think they killed him?

If someone finds a cow dead and bleeding fresh And sees a butcher standing near with an ax, Won't they think he's the one who did the slaughter? If someone finds a partridge in the hawk's nest But can imagine how the bird died, Even if the kite's beak shows no blood? This tragedy is that obvious.

It's simple. If you find a dead, bleeding cow and there's a butcher standing there with an ax, you know who did it. If you find a dead bird in a hawk's nest, you figure it out. This case is that clear. The guilty parties are standing right here.

find dead cow+butcher w ax nearby. u know who did it. this is obvious.

Are you the butcher, Suffolk? Where's your knife? Is Beaufort a hawk? Where are his claws?

So are you the butcher, Suffolk? Where's your weapon? Is Beaufort the hawk? Where are his talons?

ur the butcher? where's your knife? beaufort the hawk? where's his claws?

I don't use a knife to kill sleeping men, But here's an avenging sword, dull from disuse, That will be sharpened in the heart Of whoever slanders me with accusations of murder. Say, if you dare, proud Lord of Warwickshire, That I am guilty of Duke Humphrey's death.

I'm not the kind of man who sneaks up on sleeping people. But I've got a sword that's getting rusty from disuse, and I'd love to use it on whoever keeps calling me a murderer. Go ahead, Warwick. Say I killed the Duke. Say it to my face.

i don't sneak kill. but i got a sword for whoever accuses me. say it warwick. say i did it.

What won't Warwick do, if cowardly Suffolk challenges him?

What wouldn't I do? You're challenging me?

u challenging me?

He doesn't have the courage to control his insulting pride, Nor stop being an arrogant controller, Even if Suffolk challenged him twenty thousand times.

Warwick just keeps pushing, acting superior. He won't back down no matter what. He's too arrogant and controlling.

warwick won't stop. he's too arrogant. no matter what suffolk does

Madam, be quiet, with your permission; Because every word you speak on his behalf Disgraces your royal dignity.

My lady, with respect, every word you say defending Suffolk makes you look bad.

ur making urself look bad defending him

Stupid cowardly lord, ignoble in manner! If any lady ever wronged her husband so much, Your mother took into her sinful bed Some rude uncivilized man, and your noble line Was crossed with low stock, so you're the fruit Of that bad union, and never of the noble Nevilles.

You're a stupid, cowardly fool. Your mother must have slept with some peasant, because there's no way you're actually a real Neville. You're a bastard, plain and simple.

ur a coward no real neville prob some bastard

Except that the guilt of murder protects you And I should rob the executioner of his payment, Freeing you from ten thousand shames, And except my king's presence makes me restrained, I would, false murdering coward, force you to your knees And make you beg pardon for what you just said, And make you admit it was your mother you meant, That you yourself were born of adultery; And after all this fearful humiliation, Give you your payment and send your soul to hell, Evil bloodsucker of sleeping men!

If I didn't know you were a murderer, and if the king weren't watching, and if I weren't doing his job for him, I'd get you on your knees right now. You'd beg for mercy. You'd admit your mother was a whore and you're a bastard. Then I'd kill you and send you straight to hell.

if not for king watching i'd make u beg make u admit ur a bastard then kill u

You'll still be awake when I spill your blood, If you dare leave this room with me.

You'll know exactly what's happening when I cut you open. You want to step outside?

come outside. i'll kill u.

Let's go right now, or I'll drag you out of here. Even though you don't deserve it, I'll fight you And serve Duke Humphrey's ghost.

Let's go. Right now. I'll drag you out if I have to. I owe it to Humphrey's memory.

let's go NOW for humphrey

What stronger armor than a clear conscience? He who has a just cause is three times armed, But he who is naked, even in steel armor, If his conscience is corrupted by injustice.

A clean conscience is the best protection. If your cause is just, you're unstoppable. But if you're guilty, even armor won't save you.

clean conscience > armor just cause = strong guilt = nothing

What's this noise?

What's all that commotion?

what's that noise?

Why, what is this, lords? Your angry weapons are drawn Here in our presence? How dare you be so bold? Why, what is all this violent commotion?

What's going on here? You're pulling swords in front of me? How dare you! What's all this fighting about?

weapons out? in front of me? u crazy?

The treacherous Warwick and the men of Bury Attacked me, mighty sovereign.

Warwick and his gang came after me, my lord.

warwick attacked me

Gentlemen, stand apart; the King will know your position.— My dread lord, the common people send you word through me: Unless Lord Suffolk dies right away, Or is banished from England's lands, They will forcibly take him from your palace And torture him with painful, slow death. They say he caused good Duke Humphrey's death; They say they fear he threatens your life; And pure natural love and loyalty, Free from any stubborn resistance, As if they don't want to anger you, Makes them strongly push for his banishment. They say, to protect your royal life, That if your majesty were to fall asleep And order that no one disturb your rest, On pain of your anger or pain of death, Yet, despite such a strict command, If a snake with forked tongue Were quietly sliding toward your majesty, It would be necessary to wake you, For fear sleeping would be eternal. And therefore they cry out, even though you forbid it, That they will guard you, whether you want them to or not, From such deadly snakes as false Suffolk is, Whose poisoned and deadly bite Your loving uncle, worth twenty times as much, They say, was shamefully robbed of his life.

The commons are demanding action, my lord. They want Suffolk gone—either executed or banished. They blame him for Humphrey's death and see him as a threat to you. They say they're acting out of love, like if a poisonous snake were attacking you while you slept. They won't let this go.

people want suffolk dead or banished. say he killed humphrey. say he's a threat to u. they won't back down.

We demand an answer from the King, Lord Salisbury!

Give us an answer from the King, Salisbury!

[offstage] answer from the king salisbury!

It seems the common people, rude uneducated peasants, Could send such a message to their sovereign. But you, my lord, were happy to be hired To show how clever an orator you are. But all the honor Salisbury has won Is that he was the lord ambassador Sent from a group of low craftsmen to the King.

Right, because the common people would come together like this. You just loved being the messenger, showing off how well you can speak. That's all the glory you've got—being a messenger boy for peasants.

sure the commoners would organize. u loved being their messenger boy. that's all ur worth

We demand an answer from the King, or we will break down these doors!

Tell us what the King says or we break in!

[offstage] answer from king or we break in

Go, Salisbury, and tell them all from me: I thank them for their tender loving care; And if I hadn't been urged by them, I would still have done what they ask. Because, in truth, my thoughts constantly warn me Of disaster to my rule caused by Suffolk. And therefore, by His majesty I swear, Whose weak servant I am, He will not breathe corruption in this air But three days longer, on pain of death.

Go tell them I appreciate their concern. And honestly, I was already thinking the same thing. Suffolk's been a bad influence on my rule, and I've been having dark thoughts about him. So give them my word—Suffolk has three days to get out of England or face execution.

tell them: thanks for caring. i was already suspicious of suffolk. he's got 3 days to leave or he dies.

Henry, let me speak up for gentle Suffolk!

My lord, please, let me say something for Suffolk!

plz let suffolk stay

Ungentle Queen, to call him gentle Suffolk! No more, I say; if you plead for him, you will only increase my anger. If I had merely spoken it, I would have kept my word; but when I swear an oath, it cannot be broken. If you are found anywhere in my realm after three days, the whole world's ransom would not save your life. Come, Warwick, come, good Warwick, go with me; I have important matters to discuss with you.

Don't call him gentle, Queen! I'm done listening. If you keep arguing for him, you're just going to make me angrier. I keep my word on everything—even casual remarks I make stick with me. And when I swear an oath, that's absolutely final. If I find you anywhere in my kingdom three days from now, nobody can pay enough money to save you. Warwick, let's go—I need to talk to you about some serious things.

dont defend him my words are absolute when i swear it's final if ur here in 3 days ur dead come warwick we need to talk

Bad luck and sorrow go with you! Heartbreak and bitter pain Be your companions on your way! There's two of you; may the devil be the third! And triple curses follow your every step!

Get out of here with your bad luck! Suffering and heartbreak, that's what I wish for you both. You two are worse than the devil himself. I curse every step you take.

bad luck follow u both. suffer. hope devil joins u. cursed.

Stop, gentle Queen, with these curses, And let your Suffolk say his painful goodbye.

Queen, please stop. I have to leave now.

stop. gotta go.

Shame, cowardly woman and weak-hearted wretch! Don't you have the will to curse your enemies?

You coward! You're just going to let him go? Don't you have any fight in you? Curse them!

ur a coward. where's ur fight? curse them!

A curse upon them! Why shouldn't I curse them? If curses could kill, as the mandrake root's scream does, I would invent curses as bitter and piercing, As vicious, as harsh and horrible to hear, Delivered hard through my clenched teeth, With as many signs of deadly hate, As the lean-faced figure of Envy in her disgusting cave. My tongue would stumble over my furious words; My eyes would spark like struck flint; My hair would stand on end, as if I were mad; Every part of me would curse and condemn them; And even now my heavy heart would break Unless I cursed them. Poison for their drink! Bitterness, worse than bile, for their finest food! Their happiest rest a grove of funeral trees! Their best view deadly snakes; Their softest touch sharp as lizard bites! Their music as frightening as snake hisses, And screaming owls making the orchestra complete! All the foul horrors from the depths of hell—

I do curse them! If curses had power, I'd make them wish they'd never been born. I'd curse them with every fiber of my being, with my eyes flashing and my hair standing up. I'd curse them so hard it would break my heart. I wish poison in their cups, bitterness in their food, sadness in their rest, death in their sight, pain in every touch, screaming owls for music. I want every terrible thing from hell to follow them.

i curse them! poison in their drinks bad in all they eat death in their sight pain in every touch hell follows them

Enough, sweet Suffolk; you're torturing yourself, And these terrible curses, like the sun hitting glass, Or like an overloaded gun, bounce back And turn their force against you.

Stop, Suffolk. You're hurting yourself. All those curses you're throwing out are just going to bounce back and hit you instead. You're only making yourself suffer.

stop suffolk. those curses r coming back on u. ur only hurting urself

You told me to curse, and now you tell me to stop? By this ground from which I am banished, I could curse through an entire winter's night, even standing naked on a mountain top where bitter cold prevents grass from growing, and I would think it merely a moment spent in enjoyment.

You just told me to curse them, and now you want me to stop cursing? I swear by this ground I have to leave—I could curse all night long, even if I were naked on top of a freezing mountain where nothing grows, and I'd think I was just having fun the whole time.

u said curse them now u want me to stop i could curse all night even freezing naked on a mountain

Please, let me beg you to stop. Give me your hand, So I can wet it with my grieving tears; And let heaven's rain not wash away The sad monuments of my love. If I could press this kiss into your palm, You could remember through that mark All the thousand sighs I breathe for you! Go then, so I can feel my grief alone; It's only half-realized while you're here, Like wanting something you can't have. I will bring you back, or I promise you, I will get banished myself; For I am banished if you're gone. Go; don't speak to me now, just go! But wait—don't go yet! Even as condemned friends Embrace and kiss and take ten thousand farewells, Reluctant a hundred times to separate rather than die. Yet now goodbye, and goodbye to life itself when you go.

Wait, don't go yet. Let me hold your hand so I can cry on it. I want to kiss you so the mark stays with you, reminding you of all my tears and sighs for you. But go then—just go so I can feel this grief alone. Right now I can't even feel it properly because you're here. I swear I'll get you back, or I'll get banished too. Without you I'm already exiled. Go ahead, leave me! No wait—please don't yet. We're like those condemned prisoners who take forever saying goodbye, kissing and holding on. So here we are—this is it. Goodbye to you, goodbye to everything.

let me hold u kiss u so u remember go. please go. no wait don't this is goodbye to everything

This is how I am banished ten times over—once by the King and three times three times by you. I do not care for the land, if you were not there. A wilderness would be populous enough if Suffolk had your heavenly company; for where you are is the whole world itself, with every pleasure in it; and where you are not, there is only emptiness. I can say no more. Live to enjoy your life; I have joy in nothing but that you live.

I'm banished ten times over—once by the King and then nine more times by you, each time we have to part. The land doesn't matter to me if you're not there. A desert would feel crowded if I had you with me. Wherever you are, that's my whole world, with everything I could want. Anywhere else is just empty and lonely. I can't say more than this: just live your life and be happy. The only thing that makes me happy is knowing you're alive.

banished 10 times once by king 9 by you land means nothing without u where u r is the whole world without u is nothing just live & be happy that's all i need

Where is Vaux going in such a hurry? What news do you bring?

Vaux, where are you rushing off to? What's happened?

vaux where u going? what's wrong?

To tell your majesty That Cardinal Beaufort is dying; Because suddenly a terrible sickness seized him, That makes him gasp and stare and grasp at the air, Blaspheming God and cursing men on earth. Sometimes he speaks as if Duke Humphrey's spirit Were standing beside him; sometimes he calls to the King And whispers to his pillow, as though speaking to him, Revealing the secrets of his troubled soul. And I've been sent to tell your majesty That right now he's crying out loudly for him.

The King sent me to tell you that Cardinal Beaufort is dying. He got suddenly very ill—he's gasping, his eyes are wild, he's cursing God and everyone. He keeps acting like he sees Duke Humphrey's ghost. He's calling for the King, whispering to his pillow like it's the King, confessing all his secrets. And he's crying out for the King right now.

cardinal beaufort dying. sudden sickness. cursing god. says he sees humphrey's ghost. crying for the king now.

Go tell this serious news to the King.

Go tell the King right away.

tell the king. now.

Oh me! What is this world? What terrible news! But why do I grieve over such a small loss when I should be mourning Suffolk's exile—the treasure of my soul? Why am I not weeping for you alone, Suffolk, competing with the clouds to produce tears—theirs for the earth's growth, mine for my sorrow? Now go. The King, as you know, is coming. If he finds you with me, you're dead.

Oh God! What is this world? What horrible news is this! But why am I crying about this when I should be devastated about Suffolk being banished—my whole world! Why aren't I weeping endlessly for you, Suffolk, trying to match the tears of the storm clouds? Now get out of here. The King is coming, and if he finds you with me, you're dead.

oh god this world why cry about this when suffolk's banished he's my everything gotta go kings coming if he finds u here u die

If I leave you, I cannot live; And to die in your presence—what could be better Than sleeping peacefully in your lap? I could breathe my soul out here As softly and gently as a baby dying With its mother's breast between its lips; But being separated from you, I'd go mad And cry out for you to close my eyes, To let your lips seal my mouth. So you would either pull my departing soul back, Or I would breathe it into your body, And then it would live in that paradise. To die with you would be a joke, not death; To die away from you would be worse than torture. Please, let me stay, come what may!

If you leave me I won't survive. And if I had to die, I'd want it to be with you, resting in your lap like a baby falling asleep on his mother. But if we're separated, I'll go insane. I need you there at the end to close my eyes, to kiss me as I die. Or maybe I could breathe my soul into you and stay with you that way. Dying with you would be nothing. Dying without you would be unbearable. Please don't make me go.

if u leave me i can't live dying w you would be like falling asleep w/o u it would destroy me please let me stay

Go! Even though separation is painful, It will heal this deadly wound. To France, my beloved Suffolk! Let me hear from you, Because wherever you are in this world I'll find a way to reach you.

You have to go. Yes, separation hurts, but it's what will save your life. Go to France, my love. Write to me. Wherever you go in the world, I'll find a way to contact you.

go to france. it hurts but it'll save u. i'll find u somehow

I'm leaving.

I'm going.

ok. bye.

And take my heart with you.

Go. Take what's left of my heart.

you got my heart with u

A jewel locked in the saddest container That ever held something precious. Just as a split ship breaks apart, so do we. This way I fall toward death.

Your heart is a precious jewel in a sad prison. We're splitting apart like a ship in a storm. I'm going this way to my doom.

ur heart's a jewel in a sad box we're splitting apart i'm going to death

And this way I go.

And I must go this way to my fate.

so i head this way. goodbye.