LADY ANNE. Anne. Avaunt, thou dreadful minister of hell! Thou hadst but power over his mortal body, His soul thou canst not have; therefore, be gone. Gloucester. Sweet saint, for charity, be not so curst. Anne. Foul devil, for God's sake, hence, and trouble us not; For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell, Fill'd it with cursing cries, and deep exclaims. If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds, O, gentlemen, see, see! dead Henry's wounds Open their congeal'd mouths, and bleed afresh - For 'tis thy presence that exhales this blood From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells: Provokes this deluge most unnatural.— O God, which this blood mad'st, revenge his death! KING RICHARD III.-Act I. Scene II. ANNE BULLEN. Lord Chamberlain. Good morrow, ladies. What wer't worth to know The secret of your conference? Anne Bullen. My good lord, Not your demand; it values not your asking: Our mistress' sorrows we were pitying. Lord Chamberlain. It was a gentle business, and becoming The action of good women: there is hope All will be well. Anne Bullen. Now I pray God, amen! Lord Chamberlain. You bear a gentle mind, and heavenly blessings Follow such creatures. That you may, fair lady, Perceive I speak sincerely, and high note's Ta'en of your many virtues, the king's majesty Anne Bullen. I do not know, What kind of my obedience I should tender; More than my all is nothing: nor my prayers Are not words duly hallow'd, nor my wishes More worth than empty vanities; yet prayers and wishes Vouchsafe to speak my thanks, and my obedience, As from a blushing handmaid, to his highness; Whose health, and royalty, I pray for. Lord Chamberlain. I shall not fail to approve the fair conceit, Lady, |