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Fill'd it with cursing cries, and deep exclaims.
If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds,
Behold this pattern* of thy butcheries :
0, gentlemen, see, see! dead Henry's wounds
Open your congeal'd mouths, and bleed afresh !
Blush, blush, thou lump of foul deformity;
For 'tis thy presence that exhales this blood
From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells;
Thy deed inhuman and unnatural,
Provokes this deluge most unnatural. ---
O God, which this blood mad'st, revenge bis death!
O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge his death!
Either, heaven, with lightning strike the murderer

Or, earth, gape open wide, and eat him quick;
As thou dost swallow up this good king's blood,
Which his hell-govern'd arm hath butchered !

Glo. Lady, you know no rules of charity,
Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses.
Anne. Villain, thou know'st no law of God nor

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.

* Example.

Anne. And, by despairing, shalt thou stand ex

For doing worthy vengeance on thyself,
That didst unworthy slaughter upon others.

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


husband. Anne.

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 falchion 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, That laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders.

Anne, Thou wast provoked by thy bloody mind, That never dreamt on aught but butcheries : Didst thou not kill this king ? Glo.

I grant ye. Anne. Dost grant me, hedge-hog? then, God grant

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

come. Glo. Let him thank me, that holp to send him

thither ;
For he was fitter for that place, than earth.

Anne. And thou unfit for any place but hell.
Glo. Yes, one place else, if you will hear me name

Anne. Sonte dungeon.

Your bed-chamber.
Anne. Ill rest betide the chamber where thou

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

Glo. Your beauty was the cause of that effect;
Your beauty, which did haunt me in my sleep,
To undertake the death of all the world,
So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom.

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

wreck. You should not blemish it, if I stood by : As all the world is cheered by the sun, So I by that: it is my day, my life. Anne. Black night o'ershade thy day, and death

thy life! Glo. Curse not thyself, fair creature; thou art

both. Anne. I would I were, to be reveng'd on thee.

Glo. It is a quarrel most unnatural,
To be reveng'd on him that loveth thee.

Anne. It is a quarrel just and reasonable,
To be reveng'd on him that kill'd my husband.

Glo. He that bereft thee, lady, of thy husband,
Did it to help thee to a better husband.

Anne. His better doth not breathe upon the earth.
Glo. He lives, that loves you better than he could.
Anne. Name him.


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 thee

dead ! Glo. I would they were, that I might die at once; For now they kill me with a living death. Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears, Sham'd their aspects with store of childish drops : These eyes, which never shed remorseful* tear,Not when my father York and Edward wepta To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made, When black-fac'd Clifford shook his sword at him : Nor when thy warlike father, like a child, Told the sad story of my father's death; And twenty times made pause, to sob, and weep, That all the standers-by had wet their cheeks, Like trees bedash'd with rain : in that sad time, My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear ; And what these sorrows could not thence exhale, Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. I never su'd to friend, nor enemy; My tongue could never learn sweet soothing word; But now thy beauty is propos'd my fee, My proud heart sues, and promps my tongue to

speak. [She looks scornfully at him. Teach not thy lip such scorn; for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt. If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive, Lo!'here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword; Which if thou please to hide in this true breast, And let the soul forth that adoreth thee, I lay it naked to the deadly stroke, And humbly beg the death upon my knee.

[He lays his breast open ; she offers at it

with his sword. Nay, do not pause : for I did kill king Henry;

* Piriful.



But 'twas thy beauty provoked me.
Nay, now despatch ; 'twas I that stabb’d young
Edward ;-

[She again offers at his breast. But 'twas thy heavenly face that set me on.

[She lets fall the sword. Take


the sword again, or take up me. Anne. Arise, dissembler: though I wish thy death, I will not be thy executioner.

Glo. Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it.
Anne. I have already.

That was in thy rage :
Speak it again, and, even with the word,
This hand, which, for thy love, did kill thy love,
Shall, for thy love, kill a far truer love;
To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary.

Anne. I would, I knew thy heart.
Glo. 'Tis figur'd in my tongue.
Anne. I fear me, both are false.
Glo. Then man was never true.
Anne. Well, well, put up your sword.
Glo. Say then, my peace is made.
Anne. That shall you know hereafter.
Glo. But shall I live in hope?
Anne. All men, I hope, live so.
Glo. Vouchsafe to wear this ring.
Anne. To take, is not to give.

[She puts on the ring.
Glo. Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger,
Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart;
Wear both of them, for both of them are thine.
And if thy poor devoted servant may
But beg one favour at thy gracious hand,
Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever.

Anne. What is it?
Glo. That it may please you leave these sad de-

signs To him that hath more cause to be a mourner, And presently repair to Crosby-place*:

* In Bishopsgate-street.

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