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O God, which this blood mad'st, revenge his death! Anne. Ill rest bctide the chamber where thou O carth, which this blood drink'st, revenge his
[dead, Glo. So will it, madam, 'till I lie with you.
Glo. Lady, you know no rules of charity, Is not the causer of the timeless deaths
Anne. Thou wast the cause, and most accurs'd No beast so fierce, but knows some touch of pity. Glo. Your beauty was the cause of that effect; Glo. But I know none, and therefore am no Your beauty, which did haunt me in my sleep, beast.
To undertake the death of all the world, Anne. O wonderful, when devils tell the truth! 15 So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom. Glo. More wonderful, when angels are so angry;- Anne. If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide, Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman, Thesenailsshouldrendthatbeautyfrom mycheeks. Of these supposed evils, to give me leave,
Glo. These eyes could not endure that beauty's By circumstance, but to acquit myself.
Glo. Fairer than tongue can name thee, let me Anne. Black night o'er-shade thy day,and death
Glo. Curse not thyself, fair creature; thou art Anne. Fouler than heart can think thee, thou 25
both. canst make
Anne. I would I were, to be reveng'd on thee. No excuse current, but to hang thyself.
Glo. It is a quarrel most unnatural,
Anne. And, by despairing, shalt thou stand ex- Anne. It is a quarrel just and reasonable,
Did it to help thee to a better husband. [earth.
Anne. His better doth not breathe upon the But dead thcy are, and, devilish slave, by thec. Glo. He lives, that loves you better than he Glo. I did not kill your husband.
35 Anne. Name him,
[could. Anne. Why, then he is alive.
[Margaret saw Glo. The self-same name, but one of better Anne. In thy foul throat thou ly'st; queen Anne. Where is he?
(spit at me? Thy murderous faulchion smoking in his blood; 40 Glo. Here: (She spits at him.] Why dost thou The which thou once didst bend against her breast, Anne. Would it were mortal poison for thy sake! But that thy brothers beat aside the point.
Glo. Never came poison from so sweet a place.
Anne. Thou wast provoked by thy bloody mind, 45 Glo. Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine.
[once; Glo. I grant ye.
(grant me too, Glo. I would they were, that I might die at
(come. These eyes, which never shed remorseful tearAnne. He is in heaven, where thou shalt never Not, when my father York and Edward wept, Glo. Let him thank me, that holp to send him 35 To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made, thitler;
When black-fac'd Cliffordshook his sword at him:
Anne. Aud thou unfit for any place, but hell. Told the sad story of my father's death;
[name it. 50 That all the standers-by had wet their chceks, Glo. Your bed-chamber.
Like trees bedash'd with rain: in that sad time, 'i. e. irregular, uncouth; or the phrase may mcan, Thou that art as dangerous as a pestilence, that infects the air by its diffusion. ? i. e, a inore serious method.
My manly eves did scorn an humble tear; Grant me this boon.
[She looks scornfully ut him. Imagine I have said farewell already. Teach not thy lip such scorn; for it was inade
[Exeunt truo, with Lady Anne. For kissing, lady, not for such contempt. 10 Glo. Take up the corse, sirs. If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive,
Gen. Towards Chertsey, noble lord ? Lo! here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword; Glo. No, to White-Fryars; there attend my Which if thou please to hide in this true breast, coming. (Exeunt the rest, uith the corse. And let tre soul forth that adoreth thee,
Was ever woman in this humour woo'd? I lay it naked to the deadly stroke,
15 Was ever woman in this humour won? And humbly beg the death upon my knee. I'll have her,—but I will not keep her long. (He lays his breast open, she offers at it with his szeord. What! I that kill'd her husband, and his father, Nay, do not pause; for I rliu kill king Henry ;- To take her in her heart's extremest hate; But 'twas thy beauty that provoked me.
With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, Nay, now dispatch; 'twas I that stabb’d young 20 The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; Edward;
With God, her conscience, and these bars against But 'twas thy heavenly face that set me on. And I no friends to back my suit withal, [me,
[She lets jull the sword. But the plain devil, and dissembling looks, Take up the sword again, or take up me. And yet to win her,—all the world to nothing!
Anne. Arise, dissembler; though I wish thy 25 Ha! I will not be thy executioner.
[death, Hath she forgot already that brave prince, Glo. Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it. Edward, her lord, whom I, some three months Anne. I have already.
Stabb’d in my angry mood at Tewksbury? [since, Glo. That was in thy rage:
A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman, — Speak it again, and, even with the word, 30 Fram'd in the prodigality of nature”, This hand, which, for thy love, did kill thy love, Young, valiant, wise, and, no doubt, right royal, Shall, for thy love, kill a far truer love;
The spacious world cannot again afford : To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary. And will she yet abase her eyes on me, Anne. I would, I knew thy heart.
That cropp’d the golden prime of this sweet prince, Glo. 'Tis tigur d in my tongue.
35 And made her widow to a woeful bed? Anne. I fear me, both are false.
On me, whose all not equals Edward's moiety? Glo. Then never man was true.
On me, that halt, and am mishapen thus ?
I do mistake my person all this while: Anne. That shall you know hereafter. 40 Upon my life, she finds, although I cannot, Glo. But shall I live in hope?
Myself to be a marvellous proper man. Anne. All men, I hope, live so.
I'll be at charges for a looking-glass; Glo. Vouchsafe to wear this ring.
Ind entertain a score or two of taylors, [She puts on the ring... To study fashions to adorn my body: Anne. To take is not to give.
45 since I am crept in favour with niyself, Glo. Look, how this ring encompasseth thy fin- I will maintain it with some little cost. Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Čger, But, first, I'll turn yon' fellow in his grave; Wear both of them, for both of them are thine. And then return lamenting to my love.And if thy poor devoted servant may
shine out, fair sun, 'till I have bought a glass, But beg one favour at thy gracious hand, 50 That I may see my shadow as I pass.
[Exit. Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever. Anne. What is it?
SCENE III. Gl. That it may please you leave these sad de
The Palace. To him that hath more cause to be a mourner, Enter the Queen, Lord Rivers her brother, and And presently repair to Crosby-place: 55
Lord Grey her son, Whereafter I have solenuly interr'd
Rir. Have patience, madam; there's no doubt At Chertsey monast'ry this noble king,
his majesty And wet his grave with my repentant tears,-- Will soon recover his accustom'd health. I will with all expedient duty see you:- Grey. In that you brook itill, it makes him worse: For divers anknown reasons I beseech you, 160 Therefore, for God's sake, entertain good comfort,
• Crosby-place is now Crosby-square in Bishopsgate-street. ? i. e. oben nature selected all her choicest materials to complete a perfect man.
And chear his grace with quick and merry words. Whom God preserve better than you would wish!
. Queen. The loss of such a lord includes all harms. Queen. Brother of Gloster, you mistake the Grey. The heavens have bless'd you with a 5 The king--of his own royal disposition, [matter: goodly son,
Land not provok'd by any suitor else ; To be your comforter, when he is gone. Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred,
Queen. Ah, be is young; and his minority That in your outward action shews itself,
Against my chi dren, brothers, and myself;
Riv. Is it concluded, he shall be protector? The ground of your ill-will, and so remove it.
Glo. I cannot iell:-The world is grown so bad,
That wrens inay prey where eagles dare not perch:
come, we know your meaning, Buck. Good time of day unto your royal grace!
brother Gloster; Stanley. God make your majesty joyful as you You envy my advancement, and my friends: have been!
[of Stanley, God grant, we never may have need of you ! Queen. The countess Richmond, good my lord 20 Glo. Meantime, God grants that we have need To your good prayer will scarcely say—Amen.
Héld in contempt; while great promotions
Queen. By Him, that rais'd me to this careful Bear with her weakness, which, I think, proceeds From that contented hap which I enjoy'd, [height From wayward sickness, and no grounded malice. I never did incense his majesty Queen. Saw you the king to-day, my lord of 30 Against the duke of Clarence, but have been Stanley ?
An earnest advocate to plead for him. Stanley. But now the duke of Buckingham, and I, My lord, you do me shameful injury, Are come from visiting his majesty. slords i Falsely to draw me in these vile suspects.
Queen. What likelihood of his amendment, Glo: You may deny that you were not the cause Buck. Madam, good hope; his grace speaks 35 Of my lord Hastings' late imprisonment. chearfully.
[with him Riv. She may, my lord; for (not so? Queen. God grant him health! Did you.confer Glo. She may, lord Rivers ?why, who knows Buck.Ay, madam: he desires to make atonement
inay do more, sir, than denying that: Between the duke of Gloster and your brothers, She may help you to many fair preferments; And between them and my lord chamberlain ; 40 And then deny her aiding hand therein, And sent to warn them to his royal presence. And laythose honours on your high desert. [she Queen. 'Would all were well!- But that will What inay she not? She may,--ay, marry, may never be!
Riv. What, marry, may she? I fear, our happiness is at the height.
Glo. What, marry, may she inarry with a king, Enter Gloster, Hastings, and Dorset. 45 A batchelor, a handsome stripling too: Glo. They do me wrong, and I will not endure I wis, your grandam had a worser match. Who are they, that complain unto the king? [it:- Queen. My lord of Gloster, I have too long borne That I, forsooth, am stern, and love thein not? Your blunt upbraidings, and your bitter scotls & By holy Paul, they love his grace but lightly, By heaven, I will acquaint his majesty That fill his ears with such dissentious rumours. 50 Of those gross taunts I often have endur'd. Because I cannot flatter, and speak fair, I'd rather be a country servant-maid, Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive, and cog, l'han a great queen, with this conditionDuck with French nods and apishi courtesy, To be so baited, scorn'd, and stormed at: I must be held a rancorous enemy.
Small joy have I in being England's queen. Cannot a plain man live, and think no harm,
Enter Queen Margaret, behind. But thus his simple truth must be abus'd
2. Mar. And lessen'd be that small, God, 1 By silken, sly, insinuating Jacks? [grace
beseech thee! Grey. To whom in all this presence speaks your Thy honour, state, and seat, is due to me. [king?
Glo. To thee, that hast nor honesty, nor grace. Glo. What! threat you me with telling of the When have I injur'd thee? when done thee wrong? 60 Tell him, and spare not; look, what I have said Qr thee?-or thee?--or any of your
faction? I will avouch in presence of the king: A plague upon you all! His royal grace;- I dare adventure to be sent to the Tower.
Determind signifies the final conclusion of the will: concluded, what cannot be altered by reaso of some act consequent on the final judgement. : i.e. to summon them.
'Tis time to speak, my pains' are quite forgot. And all the pleasures you usurp, are mine. 2. Jlar. Out?, devil! I remember them too Glo. The curse my noble father laid on thee,-. well:
When thou didst crown his warlike brows with Thou kill'dst my husband Henry in the Tower,
paper, And Edward, my poor son, at Tewksbury. [king, 5 And with thy scorns drew'st rivers from his eyes;
Glo. Ere you were queen, ay, or your husband And then, to dry them, gav'st the duke a clout, I was a pack-horse in his great affairs;
Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland ;A weeder-out of his proud adversaries,
His curses, then from bitterness of soul A liberal rewarder of his friends;
Denounc'd against thee, are all fallen upon thee; To royalize ' his blood, I spilt mine own. 10 And God, not we, hath plagu'd thy bloody deed. 2. Afar. Ay, and inuch better blood than his or Queen. So just is God, to right the innocent. thine.
(Grey, Hust. 0, 'twas the foulest deed, to slaythat babe, Glo. In all which time, you, and your husband And the most merciless, that e'er was heard of. Were factious for the house of Lancaster;
Riv. Tyrants themselves wept when it was And, Rivers, so were you:-Was not your husband 15 reported. In Margaret's battle at Saint Alban's slain?
Dors. No man but prophesy'd revenge for it. Let une put in your minds, if you forget,
Buck. Northumberland, then present, wept to What you have been ere now, and what you are
[came, Withal, what I have been, and what I am. [art. 2. Mar. What! were you snarling all, before i
2. Mar. A murd'rous villain, and so still thou 20 Ready to catch each other by the throat, Glo. Poor Clarence did forsake his father War- And turn you all your hatred now on me? (ven, wick,
[don ! Did York's dread curse prevaii so much with heaAy, and forswore himself,—Which Jesu par- That llenry's death, my lovely Edward's death, 2. Jar. Which God revenge!
Their kingilon's loss, my woetul banishment, Glo. To fight on Edward's party, for the crown; 25 Could all but answer for that peevish brat? And, for his meed, poor lord, he is mew'd up: Can curses pierce the clouds, and enter heaven -I would to God, my heart were flint,like Edward's, Why, then give way, dull clouds, to my quick Or Edward's soft and pitiful, like mine;
curses ! I ani too childish-foolish for this world. (world, Though not by war, by surfeit die your king“,
2. Jar. Hie thee to hell for shame,and leave this 30 As ours by murder, to make him a king! Thou cacodæmon! there thy kingdom is. Edward, thy son, that now is prince of Wales,
Rit. My lord of Gloster, in those busy days, For Edward, my son, that was prince of Wales,
--I had rather be a pedlar: Long may'st thou live, to wail thy children's loss; Far be it from my heart, the thought thereof! And see another, as I see thee now,
Queen. As little joy, my lord, as you suppose Deck'd in thy rights, as thou art stall'd in mine! You should enjoy, were you this country's king; Long die thy happy days before thy death; As little joy you may suppose in me,
40 And, after niany lengthen’d hours of grief, That I enjoy, being the queen thereof.
Die neither mother, wife, nor England's queen! 2. Mar. A little joy enjoys the queen thereof; Rivers,--and Dorset,-you were standers-by, For I am she, and altogether joyless.
And so wast the lord Hastings, --when my son I can no longer hold me patient.—[She adrances. Was stabb'd with bloody daggers; God, I prayhim,, Hear me, you wrangling pirates, that fall out 4: That none of you may live your natural age, In sharing that which you have pill'd* from me: But by some unlook'd accident cut off'! Which of you trembles not, that looks on me? Glo. Have done thy charm, thou hateful wiIf not, that I, being queen, you bow like subjects;
(shalt hear me Yet that, by you depos'd, you quake like rebels:-- 2. Míar. And leave out thee? stay, dog, for thow Ah, gentle villain, do not turn away! [ıny sight: 50 If heaven have any grievous plague in store,
Glo. Foul wrinkled witch, what mak'st thou in Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee, 2. Mar. But repetition of what thou hast marr'd;! O, let them keep it, 'till thy sins be ripe, That will I make, before I let thee go.
And then hurl down their indignation Glo.Wert thou not banished, on pain of death: On thee, the troubler of the poor world's peace! 2. Mar. I was; but I do find inore pain in 55 The worm of conscience still be-gnaw thy soul!. banishment,
Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou liv'st, Than death can yield me here by iny abode. And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends! A husband, and a son, thou ow'st to me, No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine, And thou, a kingdom ;-all of you, allegiance: Unless it be while some tormenting dream This sortow that I have, by right is yours; 160.Itfrights thee with a hell of ugly devils !
'i.e. my labours. * Out is an interjection of abhorrence or contempt, frequent in the mouths of the common people of the North. 3i. e. to make royal. * i. e. pillaged. > Gentle in this place implies high-born. An opposition is meant between that and villain, which means at once a wicked and a low-born wretch. Alluding to hiä luxurious life.
Thou elvish-mark'd abortive, rooting hog?!
Hath in eternal darkness folded up. That thou wast seal'd in thy nativity
Your aiery buildeth in our aiery's nest: The slave of nature !, and the son of hell! O God, that see'st it, do not suifer it; Thou slander of thy mother's heavy wonib! As it was won with blood, lost be it so!
[rity. Thou loathed issue of thy father's loins !
5 Buck. Peace, peace, for shame, if not for chaThou rag of honour*! thou detested
2. Mar.. Urge neither charity nor shame to me; Glo. Margaret.
Uncharitably with me have you dealt, 2. Mar. Richard !
And shamefully by you my hopes are butcher'd. Glo. Ha?
My charity is outrage, life my shamne,2. Mar. I call thee not.
10 and in my shame still live my sorrow's rage! Glo. I cry thee mercy then; for I did think, Buck. Have done, have done. [hand, That thou had'st call’d me all these bitter names. 2. Mar. O princely Buckingham, I'll kiss thy 2. Mar. Why, so I did; but look'd for no In sign of league and amity with thee : reply.
Now fair befal thee, and thy noble house ! O, let me make the period to my curse. 15 Thy garments are not spotted with our blood, Glo. 'Tis done by me; and ends in—Margaret. Nor thou within the compass of my cursé. Queen. Thus have you breath'd your curse
Buck. Nor no one here; for curses never pass against yourself.
[fortune! The lips of those that breathe them in the air. 2. Mar. Poor painted queen, vain flourish of my 2. Mar. I'll not believe but they ascend the sky, Why strew'st thou sugar on that bottled 'spider,20 And there awake God's gentle-sleeping peace. Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about? O Buckingham, beware of yonder dog : Fool, fool! thou whett'st a knife to kill thyself. Look,when he fawns, he bites; and when he bites, The day will come, that thou shalt wish for me His venom tooth will rankle to the death : To help thee curse this pois’ nous hunch-back'd Have not to do with him, beware of him; [him ; toad.
[curse ; 25 Sin, death, and hell, have set their marks upon Hast. False-boding woman, end thy frantick And all their ministers attend on him. [ham? Lest, to thy harm, thou move our patience. Gio. What doth she say, my lord of Bucking2. Mar. Foul shame upon you! you have all Buck. Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord. mov'd mine.
2. Mar. What, dost thou scorn me for my genRir. Were you well serv'd, you would be 30
tle counsel ? taught your duty.
[me duty, And soothe the devil that I warn thee from? 2. Mar. To serve me well, you all should do 0, but remember this another day, Teach me to be your qucen, and you my subjects: When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow; O, serve me well, and teach yourselves that duty. And say, poor Margaret was a prophetess.
Dors. Dispute not with her, she is lunatic. 35 Live each of you the subjects to his hate, 2. Mar. Peace, master marquis, you are mal- And he to yours, and all of you to God's! [Erit. apert;
Buck. Myhair doth stand on end to hear her curses. Your fire-new stamp of honour is scarce current : Riv. And so doth mine; I wonder, she's at liberty, O, that your young nobility could judge,
Glo. I cannot blame her, by God's holy mother; What 'twere to lose it, and be miserable! [them ; 40 She hath had too much wrong, and I repent They that stand high, have many blasts to shake My part thereof, that I have done to her. And, if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces. Quen. I never did her any, to my knowledge. Glo. Good counsel, marry ;--learn it, learn it,
Glo. Yet you have all the vantage of her wrong. marquis.
I was too hot to do some body good, Dors. It touches you, my lord, as much as me. 45 That is too cold in thinking of it now.
Glo. Ay, and much more : But I was born so Marry, as for Clarence, he is well repay'd; Our aiery buildeth in the cedar's top, [high, He is frank'd up to fátting for his pains; And dallies with the wind, and scorns the sun. God pardon them that are the cause thereof! 2. Mar. And turns the sun to shade;-alas! Rit. A virtuous and a christian-like conclusion, alas !
50 To pray for them that have done scathe to us. Witness my sun, now in the shade of death; Glo. So do I ever, being well advis’d; Whose bright out-shining beams thy cloudy wrath! For had I curs'd now, I had curs’d myself. [Aside.
The common people in Scotland have still an aversion to those who have any natural defect or redundancy, as thinking them mark'd out for mischief. 2 She calls him hog, as an appellation more contemptuous than boar, as he is elsewhere termed from his ensigns armorial. · The expression is strong and noble, and alludes to the ancient custom of masters branding their profligate slaves: by which it is insinuated, that his inishapen person was the mark that nature had set upon him to stigmatize his ill conditions. * Intimating that much of his honour was torn away.
• A spider is called bottled, because, unlike other insects, he has a middle slender, and a belly protuberant. Rich. ard's form and venom make her liken bim to a spider. An aiery is a hawk's or an eagle's nest ? Mr. Pope says, that a frank is an old English word for a hog-stye, and that 'tis possible he uses this metaphor to Clarence, in allusion to the crest of the family of York, which was a boar. Mr. Steevens, however, asserts, that a frank was not a common kog-stye, but the pen in which those hogs were confined of wbom brawn was to be made. • i.e. harm, mischief.