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King Henry the Sixth, III. iii

To have thee with thy lips to stop my mouth:

So shouldst thou either turn my flying soul,

Or I should breathe it so into thy body,

And then it liv'd in sweet Elysium.

To die by thee were but to die in jest;

From thee to die were torture more than death.

O! let me stay, befall what may befall!

Queen. Away! though parting be a fretful corrosive,

It is applied to a deathful wound.

To France, sweet Suffolk: let me hear from thee;

For wheresoe'er thou art in this world's globe,

I'll have an Iris that shall find thee out.

Suf. I go.

Queen.And take my heart with thee.

Suf. A jewel, lock'd into the woefull'st cask

That ever did contain a thing of worth.

Even as a splitted bark, so sunder we:

This way fall I to death.

Queen.This way for me.

Exeunt [at different doors].

King. How fares my lord? speak, Beaufort, to thy sovereign.

Car. If thou be'st death, I'll give thee England's treasure,

 403 corrosive: painful remedy

407 Iris: Juno's messenger

409 into: within

cask: casket 