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Anne. What black magician conjures up this fiend, To stop devoted charitable deeds ?
Glo. Villains, set down the corse; or, by saint Paul, I'll make a corse of him that disobeys.
i Gent. My lord, stand back, and let the coffin pass.
[The bearers set down the coffin.
Glo. Sweet saint, for charity, be not so curst.
For 'tis thy presence that exhales this blood
Glo. Lady, you know no rules of charity,
man; No beast so fierce, but knows some touch of pity.
Glo. But I know none, and therefore am no beast. Anne. O wonderful, when devils tell the truth !
Glo. More wonderful, when angels are so angry. Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman, Of these supposed evils, to give me leave, By circumstance, but to acquit myself.
Anne. Vouchsafe, diffus'd infection of a man, For these known evils, but to give me leave, By circumstance, to curse thy cursed self.
Glo. Fairer than tongue can name thee, let me have Some patient leisure to excuse myself. Anne. Fouler than heart can think thee, thou canst
make No excuse current, but to hang thyself.
Glo. By such despair, I should accuse myself.
Anne. And, by despairing, shalt thou stand excus'd;
Glo. Say, that I slew them not ?
Why then, they are not dead : But dead they are, and, devilish slave, by thee.
Glo. I did not kill your husband.
Why, then he is alive. Glo. Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's hand. Anne. In thy soul's throat thou liest; queen Mar
garet saw Thy murderous faulchion smoking in his blood; The which thou once didst bend against her breast, But that thy brothers beat aside the point.
Glo. I was provoked by her sland'rous tongue,
Anne. Thou wast provoked by thy bloody mind,
I grant ye.
me too, Thou may'st be damned for that wicked deed! O, he was gentle, mild, and virtuous. Glo. The fitter for the King of heaven that hath
him. Anne. He is in heaven, where thou shalt never Glo. Let him thank me, that holp to send him
Anne. And thou unfit for any place, but hell.
Your bedchamber. Anne. Ill rest betide the chamber where thou liest! Glo. So will it, madam, 'till I lie with you. Anne. I hope so.
Glo. I know so.—But, gentle lady Anne, To leave this keen encounter of our wits, And fall somewhat into a slower method ;Is not the causer of the timeless deaths Of these Plantagenets, Henry, and Edward, As blameful as the executioner?
Anne. Thou wast the cause, and most accurs'd effect.
Glo. Your beauty was the cause of that effect;
Anne. If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide, These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks. Glo. These eyes could not endure that beauty's
Anne. Black night o'ershade thy day, and death thy
life! Glo. Curse not thyself, fair creature ; thou art
Glo. It is a quarrel most unnatural,
Anne. It is a quarrel just and reasonable,
Glo. He that bereft thee, lady, of thy husband,
Anne. His better doth not breathe upon the earth.
Why, that was he. Glo. The self-same name, but one of better nature. Anne. Where is he? Glo.
Here: [She spits at him.) Why dost thou spit at me? Anne. 'Would it were mortal poison, for thy sake! Glo. Never came poison from so sweet a place.
Anne. Never hung poison on a fouler toad. Out of my sight! thou dost infect mine eyes.
Glo. Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine. Anne. 'Would they were basilisks, to strike theo
dead! Glo. I would they were, that I might die at once; For now they kill me with a living death.
of thine from mine have drawn salt tears,