Reading The second Part of Henry the Sixt, with the death of the Good Duke Humfrey.

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Suf.

If I depart from thee, I cannot liue,

And in thy fight to dye, what were it else,

But like a pleasant slumber in thy lap?

Heere could I breath my soule into the ayre,

As milde and gentle as the Cradle‑babe,

Dying with mothers dugge betweene it's lips.

Where from thy fight, I should be raging mad,

And cry out for thee to close vp mine eyes:

To haue thee with thy lippes to stop my mouth:

So should'st thou eyther turne my flying soule,

Or I should breathe it so into thy body,

And then it liu'd in sweete Elizium.

To dye by thee, were but to dye in iest,

From thee to dye, were torture more then death:

Oh let me stay, befall what may befall.

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