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! Out of my sight! thou dost infect mine eyes. Glo. I would they were, that I might die at once; Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears, Told the sad story of my father's death; And twenty times made pause, to sob, and weep, My tongue could never learn sweet soothing word; Pitiful. My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to [She looks scornfully at him. speak. Teach not thy lip such scorn; for it was made 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 Nay, do not pause; for I did kill king Henry ;- Nay, now despatch; 'twas I that stabb'd young Ed- But 'twas thy heavenly face that set me on. [She lets fall the sword. Take up 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. Glo. That was in thy rage: Speak it again, and, even with the word, This hand, which, for thy love, did kill thy love, Glo. Then man was never true. 2 Anne. Well, well, put up your sword. Glo. Say then, my peace is made. [She puts on the ring. Glo. Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger, Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; But beg one favour at thy gracious hand, Glo. That it may please you leave these sad designs Grant me this boon. Anne. With all my heart; and much it joys me too, To see you are become so penitent. Tressel, and Berkley, go along with me. Glo, Bid me farewell. But, since you teach me how to flatter you, Imagine I have said farewell already. [Exeunt Lady ANNE, TRESSEL, and BERKLEY. Glo. Take up the corse, sirs. Gent. Towards Chertsey, noble lord? [Exeunt the rest, with the corse. Glo. No, to White-Friars; there attend my coming. Was ever woman in this humour woo'd? Was ever woman in this humour won? I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. The bleeding witness of her hatred by; With God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks, Hath she forgot already that brave prince, Edward, her lord, whom I some three months since, Young, valiant, wise, and, no doubt, right royal,—- That cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet prince, On me, whose all not equals Edward's moiety? My dukedom to a beggarly denier, 3 I do mistake my person all this while : may see my [Exit. Enter Queen ELIZABETH, Lord RIVERS, and Lord GREY. Riv. Have patience, madam; there's no doubt, his majesty Will soon recover his accustom'd health. Grey. In that you brook it ill, it makes him worse: Therefore, for God's sake, entertain good comfort, And cheer his grace with quick and merry words. Q. Eliz. If he were dead, what would betide of me? Grey. No other harm, but loss of such a lord. Q. Eliz. The loss of such a lord includes all harms. 3 A small French coin. |