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Hast. More pity that the eagle should be taken from Paul's to be interred there ; meodo

And, still as yon are weary of the weight, While kites and buzzards prey at liberty. Rest you, whiles | lament king Heary's Glo. What news abroad 3

corse. Hast. No news so bad abroad, as this at [The bearers take up the corpse, and adhome ;

tance. The king is sickly, weak, and melancholy,

Entor GLOSTER. And bis physicians fear him mightily. Glo. Now, by Saint Paul, this news is bad Glo. Stay you that bear the corse, and set it indeed.

down. Oh! be bath kept an evil diet long,

Anne. What black magician conjures up this And over-mach consun'd his royal person ;

fiend, 'Tis very grievous to be thought upon.

To stop devoted charitable deeds! What, is he in his bed ?

Gio. Villains, set down the corse ; or, by Hast. He is.

Saint Paul,
Glo. Go you before, and I will follow yon. I'll make a corse of him that disobeys.

(Erit HASTINGS. I Gent. My lord, staud back, and let the He cannot live, I hope ; and must not die,

cofin pass. Till George be pack'd with posthorse up to

Glo. Unmanner'd dog! stand thou when I heaven.

command: I'll in, to urge his hatred inore to Clarence, Advance thy halbert higher than my breast, With lies well steel'd with weighty arguments ;

Or, by Saint Paul, I'll strike thee to my foot, And, if I fail not in my deep intent,

And spur upon thee, beggar, for thy bold Clarence hath uot another day to live :

ness. Which done, God take king Edward to his

(The bearers set dorn the coas. mercy,

Anne. What, do you tremble ! are you 21 And leave the world for me to bustle in !

afraid ? For then

marry

Warwick's youngest Alas, I blame you not : for you are mortal, daugliter :

And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil.What! though I kill'd her husband and her fa- Avaunt thou dreadful minister of hell! ther,

Thou badst but power over his mortal body. The readiest way to make the wench amends, His soul thou canst not have; therefore, be Is to become her husband, and her father :

gone. The which will I ; not all so much for love, Glo. Sweet saint, for charity be not so corst. As for another secret close intent,

Anne. Foul devil, for God's sake, hence, and By marrying her, which I must reach unto.

trouble us not ; But yet I run bcfore my horse to market : For thou hast inade the happy earth thy bell, Clarence still breathes i Edward still lives and Fill'd it with cursing cries, and deep exreigns ;

claims. When they are gone, then must I count my if thou delight to view thy heinons deeds, gains.

(Exit. Behold this pattern of thy butcheries :

O gentlemen, see, see! dead Henry's wounde SCENE 11.-The same.- Another Street. Opeu their congeald mouths, and

airesh!' Enter the corpse of King HENRY the Sixth, Blush, blush, thou lump of foul deformity; borne in an open cojin, Gentlemen bearing For 'ti

tay presence that exhales this blood halberts to guard it; and Lady ANNE as From cold and empty veins, where no blood mnourner.

dwells ; Anne. Set down, set down your honourable Thy deed, inhuman and unnatural, load,

Provokes this deluge most uunaturalIf honour may be shrouded in a hearse, O God, which this blood madest, revenge bis Whilst I a wbile obsequiously + lament

death 1 The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster.

O earth, wbich this blood drink'st, reveage bis Poor key-cold figure of a boly king!

death! Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster !

Either, beaven, with lightning strike the mu Tbou bloodless remnant of that royal blood !

derer dead, Be it lawful that I invocate thy gbos!,

Or, earth, gape open wide, and eat bim quick; To hear the lamentations of poor Anne,

As thou dost swallow up this good times Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughter'd soll,

blood, Stabb'd by the self-saine hand that made these which his heli-govern'd arm bath batchered! wounds!

Glo. Lady, you know no rules of cbarity, Lo, in these windows that let forth thy life, Which renders good for bad, blessings for I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes :Oh! cursed be the hand that made these holes ! Anne. Villain, thou know'st no law of God Cursed the heart, that had the heart to do it!

nor man: Cursed the blood, that let this blood from No beast so fierce, but knows some toach of pitv. hence!

Glo. But I know none, and thereiore am 25 More direrul bap betide that hated wretch,

beast. That makes us wretched by the death of thee, Anne. 0 wonderful, when devils tell the Tuan I can wish to adders, spiders, toads,

truth! Or any creeping veuom'd thing that lives i

Glo. More wonderful, when angels are se If ever he have child, abortive be it,

angry. Prodigious, and untimely brought to light, Vouchsare, divine perfection of a woman, Whose ugly and unnatural aspect

of these supposed evils, to give me leave, May fright the hopeful mother at the view; By circumstance, but to acquit myself. And that be heir to bis unhappiness!

Anne. Vouchsafe, diffus'd infection of a man, Jl ever be bave wife, let her be made

For these kuown evils, but to give me leave, More miserable by the death of biin,

By circumstance, to curse thy cursed seil. Than I am made by my young lord and Glo. Fairer than tongue can uane thes, k thee!

me have Come, bow, toward Chertsey with your boly Some patient leisure to excuse myself. load,

• !! is a tradition (derived probable from the seriset

Svedes) that the inurdered budy bleeds on the imate of • Confiaed. † Punereal.

the murderer.

curses.

Anne. Fouler than heart can think thee, thou | To be reveng'd on him that kill'd my hus. canst make

band. No excuse current, but to bang thyself.

Glo. He that bereft thee, lady, of thy busGlo. By such despair, I should accuse my

band, sell.

Did it to help thee to a better husband. Anne. And, by despairing, shalt thou stand Anne. His better doth not breathe upon the excus'd ;

earth. For doing worthy vengeance on thyself,

Glo. He lives that loves you better than he That didet unworthy slaughter upon others.

could. Glo. Say, that I slew them not?

Anne. Name him. Anne. Why then, they are not dead :

Glo. Plantagebet. But dead they are, and, devilish lave, by Anne. Why, that was he. thee.

Glo. The self-same uame, but one of better Glo. I did not kill your husband.

nature. Anne. Why, then he is alive.

Anne. Where is he? Glo. Nay, be is dead; and slain by Ed- Glo. Here: (She spits at him.] Why dost ward's hand.

thou spit at ne? Anne. In thy soul's throat thou liest ; queen Anne. 'Would it were mortal poison, for thy Margaret saw

sahe ! Thy murderous faulchion smoking in his blood ; Glo. Never came poison from $0 sweet a The wbich thou once didst bend against her

place. breast,

Anne. Never hung poison on a fouler toad. But that thy brothers beat aside the point. Out of my sight! thou dost infect mine Glo. I was provoked by her slaud'rous

eyes. tongue,

Glo. Tbine eyes, sweet lady, have infected That laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoul

mine. ders.

Anne. 'Would they were basilisks, to strike Anne. Thou wast provoked by thy bloody

thee dead ! mind,

Glo. I would they were, that I might die at That never dreamt on aught but butcheries :

once : Didst thou not kill this king?

For now they kill me with a living death. Glo. I grant ye.

Those eyes of thine from mine bave drawn salt Arne. Dost grant me, hedge-hog? then God

tears, grant me too,

Sbam'd their aspects with store of childish Thou may'st be damned for that wicked deed !

drops ; Oh! be was gentle, mild, and virtuous.

These eyes, which never shed remorseful • Glo. The fitter for the King of heaven that

tear, bath him.

Not, when my father York and Edward wept, Anne. He is in heaven, where thou sbalt To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made, never come.

When black-tac'd Cliford shook his sword at Glo. Let him thank me, that holp to send him

bin: thither ;

Nor when ihy warlike father, like a child, For he was fitter for that place, than earth. Told the sad story of my father's death; Anne. And thou untit for any place but Avd twenty lines made pause, lo sob and bell.

WCP, Glo. Yes, one place else, if you will hear me That all the standers-by bad wet their cheeks, name it.

Like trees bedash'd with rain; in that sad Anne. Some dungeon.

time, Glo. Your bedchamber.

My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear; Arne. Ill rest belide the chamber where thou And what these sorrows could not thence exliest!

hale, Glo. so will it, madam, till I lie with you. Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with Anne. I hope so.

weeping. Glo. I know so.-But, gentle lady Anne, I never su'd to friend nor enemy; To leave this keen encounter of our wits, My tongue could never learn sweet soothing And fall somewhat into a slower inethod;

word ; is not the causer of the timeless deaths

But now thy beauty is propos'd my fee, of these Plantagenets, Henry and Edward, My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue As blainelul as the exccutivner?

to speak. Anne. Thou wast the cause, and most ac

[She looks scornfully at him. curs'd effect.

Teach not thy lip such scorn ; for it was made Glo. Your eauty was the cause of that For kissing, lady, not for such contempt. effect;

If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive, Your beauty, which did baunt me in my sleep, Lo! here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword ; To undertake the death of all the world,

Which if thou please to hide in this true So I might live one hour in your sweet bo

breast, som.

And let the soul forth that adoreth thee, Anne. If I thought that, 1 tell thee, homi. I lay it naked to the deadly stroke, cide,

And humbly beg the death upon my knee. These nails should rend that beauty froin my (He lays his breast open; she offers at it cheeks.

with his suord. Glo. These eyes would not endure that beau- Nay, do not pause ; for I did kill king Henry ; ty's wreck,

But 'twas thy beauty that provoked me. You should not blemish it, if I stood by: Nay, now despatch; 'twas I ibat stabb'd young As all the world is cheered by the sun,

Edward ; So I by that; it is my day, my life.

(She again offers at his breast. Anne. Black night o'ershade thy day, and But 'twas thy heavenly face wat sot me on. death thy life!

{She lets fall the suord. Glo. Curse not thyself, fair creature; thou art Take up the sword again, or take up me. both.

Anne. Arine, dissembler: though I wish thy Anne. I would I were, to be reveng'd op

death,
thee.

I will not be thy exccutioner.
Glo. It is a quarrel most mnatural,
To be reveng'd on him that loveth thee.
Anne. It is a quarrel just and reasonable,

. Mutul.

Tost

Is pu

Glo. Then bid me kill myself, and I will do on it.

My d Anne. I have already.

I do Glo. That was in thy rage :

Upon Speak it again, and, even with the word,

Myse This hand, which, for thy love, did hill thy I'II b love,

And Shall for thy love, kill a far truer love : To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary.

Since Anne. I would I knew thy heart.

I will Glo. 'Tis figur'd in my tongue.

But, Anne. I fear me, both are false.

And Glo. Then man was never true.

Shine Anne. Well, well, put up your sword. Glo. Say then, my peace is made.

That Anne. That shall you know hereafter. Glo. But shall I live in bope ?

SCE Anne. All men, I hope, live so. Glo. Vouchsafe to wear this ring.

Entc Anne. To take, is not to give.

(She puts on the ring. Glo. Look, how this ring encompasseth by Ri

finger, Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart;

Will Wear both of them, for both of them are Gr

thine. And if thy poor devoted servant may

There
But beg one favour at thy gracious brand,
Thou dost confirm his bappiness for ever. And

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

designs To him that hath more cause to be a mourner, Gr And presently repair to Crosby-place;

Q. Where-- after I have solemnly interr'd, At Chertsey monast'ry, this noble king,

Gr And wet his grave with my repentant tears, – I will with all expedient duty see you :

To be For divers unknown reasons, I beseech you,

Q. Grant me this boon. Anne. With all my heart ; and much it joys A ma me too,

Ric To see you are become so penitent.

Q. Tressel and Berkeley go along with me. Glo. Bid ine farewell.

But s Anne. 'Tis more than you deserve : But since you teach me how to tiatter you, Itnagiue I bave said farewell already.

G (Exeunt Lady ANNE, TRESSED, and BERKELEY.

Ви Cle. Take up the corse, Sirs. Kent. Towards Chertsey, noble lord ?

Stc Glo. No, to White-Friars; there attend my coining.

Q. [Ereunt the rest, with the corse. Was ever woman in this humour wood ? Was ever woman in this buinous won !

Yet, I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. And What! I, that kill'd her husband, aud bis I hate father

Sta To take her in her heart's extremest bite; The With curses in her mouth, tears in ber eyes, Or if The bleeding witness of her batred by ;

Bear With God, her conscience, aud these bars against me,

From And I no friends to back my suit witbal, But the plaiu devil and dissembling looks,

R. And yet to win ber,-all the world to nothing ! Ha !

Sta Hath she forgot already that brave prince, Edward, her lord, whom I some three inonths are o

since, Stabb'd in my angry mood at Tewksbury ? A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman,

Bu Fram'd in the prodigality of nature, Young, valiant, wise, and, no doubt, right

royal, The spacious world cannot again afford :

Bu And will she yet abase her eyes on me, That cropp'd' the golden prime of this sweet Betwe

prince, And made her widow to a woeful bed ? On me, whose all not equals Edward's moicty? And s

• In Bishopsgate-street.

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Q. E liz. Would all were well !--- But that A bachelor, a bandsome stripling too : will never be ;

I wis, your grandam had a worser match. I fear, our happiness is at the height.

Q. Eliz. My lord of Gloster, I have too

long borne Enter GLOSTER, HASTINGS, and DORSET. Your blunt upbraidings, and your bilter Glo. They do me wrong, and I will not en

scoil's : dore it :

By hcaven, I will acquaint his majesty Who are they, that complain unto the king, Of those gross taunts I often have endur'd. That I, forsooth, am stern, and love them not? I bad rather be a country servant-maid, By boly Paul, they love his grace but lightly, Than a great queen, with this conditionThat all bis ear with such dissentious rumours. To be so baited, scorn'd, and stormed at : Because I cannot datter, and speak fair,

Small joy have I in being England's queen. Sinile in men's faces, smooth, deceive, and cog, Duck with French pods and apish courtesy,

Enter Queen MARGARET, behind. I must be held a rancorous enemy.

Q. Mar. And lessen'd be that small, God, I Cannot a plain man live, and think no harın,

beseech thee! But thus his simple truth must be abus'd Thy honour, state, and seat, is due to me. By silken, sly, insinuating Jacks ?

Glo. What? Threat you me with telling of Grey. To whom in all this presence speaks

the king ? your grace 1

Tell him, and spare not: look, what I have Glo. To thee, that hast nor honesty, nor

said grace.

I will avouch in presence of the king : When bave I injur'd thee? when done thee 1 dare adventure to be sent to the Tower, wrong 1

"Tis time to speak, my pains + are quite forgot. Or thee ?-or thee ?-or any of your faction! Q. Mar. Out, devil ! I remember them too A plagne upon you all! His royal grace,

well : Whom God preserve better than you would Thou kill'dst my husband Henry in the Tower, wish !

And Edward, my poor son, at Tewksbury. Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing while,

Glo. Ere you were queen, ay, or your hus. But you most trouble him with lewd com

band king, plaints

I was a pack-borse in his great affairs ; Q. Eliz. Brother of Gloster, you mistake A weeder-out of his proud adversaries, the matter :

A liberal rewarder of his friends; The king, of his own royal disposition,

To royalize this blood, I spilt my own. And not provok'd by any suitor else ;

Q. Mar. Ay, aud much better blood than lis, Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred,

or thine. That in your outward action shows itsell,

Glo. In all which time, you, and your busAgainst my children, brothers, and myself,

band Grey, Makes bim to send ; that thereby he may Were factious for the house of Lancaster ;gather

And, Rivers, SO were you :---Was not your The ground of your ill-will, and so remove it.

husband Glo. I cannot tell ;--the world is grown 80 In Margaret's battle at Saint Alban's slain 1 bad,

Let me put in your minds, if you forget, That wrens may prey were eagles dare not what you have been ere now, and what you perch,

are ; Since every Jack + became a gentleman,

Withal, what I have been, and what I am. There's many a gentle person made a Jack. Q. Mar. A murd'rous villain, and so still Q. Eliz. Come, coine, we know your mean

thou art. ing, brother Gloster ;

Glo. Poor Clarence did forsake his father You envy my advancement, and my friends';

Warwick, God grant we never may have need of you !

forswore himself, -Which Jesu parGlo. Meantime, God grants that we have

dou ! need of you :

Q. Mar. Which God revenge ! Our brother is imprisoned by your means,

Glo. To fight ou Edward's party, for the Museli disgrac's and the nobility

crown ; Held in contempt ; wbile great promotions And, for his need, $ poor lord, be is mew'd | Are daily given, to ennoble those

up : That scarce, come two days since, were worth a I would to God, my heart were flint like Ednoble.

ward's, Q. Elir. By Him, that rais'd me to this care- Or Edward's soft and pitiful like mine ; ful height

I am too childish-foolish for this world. From that contented bap wh I enjoy'd,

Q. Mar.

Hie th to hell for shame, and I never did incense bis majesty

leave this world, Against the duke of Clarence, but have been Thon cacodæmon ? there thy kingdom is. Au earnest advocate to plead for him.

Riv. My lord of Gloster, in those busy days, My lord, you do me shameful injury,

Which here you urge, to prove us enemies, Falsely to draw me in these vile suspects. We follow'd then our lord, our lawful king : Gl. You may deny that you were not the So should we you, if you should be our king. cause

Glo. If I should be 1-1 bad rather be a of my lord Hastings' late imprisonment.

pedlar; Rir, She may, my lord ; for

Far be it from my heart, the thought thereof! Glo. Sbe may,

lord Rivers 1-Why, who Q. Eliz. As little joy, my lord, as you supknows not so I

pose, She may do more, Sir, than denying that : You should enjoy, were you this country's She may help you to many fair preferments;

king; And then deny ber aiding hand therein,

As little joy you may suppose in me, And lay those bonours on your bigb desert. That I enjoy, being the queen thereof. What may sbe not ? She may,--ay, marry may Q. Mar. A litue joy enjoys the queen there. she,

of; Riv. What, marry, may she ?

For I am sbe, and altogether joyless. Glo. Whai, marry may she marry with a I can no longer hold me patient.-- (Advancing. king,

Hear me, you wrangling pirates, that fall out

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In sharing that which you have pill'd from, o let me :

And Which of you trembles not, that looks on me? ON If not, that, I being queen, you bow like sub

jects; Yet that, by you depos'o, you quake like re- Thy bels

Aud Ab! gentle villain, do not turn away!

Nos Glo. Foul wrinkled witch, what mak'st thou Unle

in my sight? Q. Mar. Bill repetition of what thou bast Thou marr'd;

Thou That will I make, before I let thee go.

The Glo. Wert thou wot bauished ou pain of Thou death!

Thor Q. Mar. I was; but I do find more pain in Thor babishment,

GU Than death can yield me here by my abode. A husband, and a son, thou ow'st to me,

GA And thou, a kingdom ;-all of you, allegiance : Q This sorrow that I have, by right is your's; Aud all the pleasures you usurp, are mine. That Glo. The curse my noble father laid on

thee, When thou didst crown his warlike brows with o le paper,

GA And with thy scorns drew'st rivers from his eyes ;

Q. And then, to dry thein, gav'st the duke a clout, Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rui Q

land ;His curses, then from bitterness of soul Denounc'd against thee, are all all'n ipon thee; And God, not we, bath plagu'd thy bloody Fool deed.

The Q. Eliz. So just is God, to right the innocent. To i Hast. O 'twas the foulest deed to slay that

babe, And the most merciless, that e'er was heard of, Ril. Tyrants themselves wept when it was Lest

reported. Dors. No man but prophesied revenge for it. Buck. Northumberland, then present, wept to

R see it. Q. Mar. What I were you snarling all, before Q

I came,
Ready to catch each other by the throat,

Tea
And turn you all your hatred now on me?
Did York's dread curse prevail so much with Os

heaven, That Henry's death, my lovely Edward's death, Their kingdom's loss, my woeful banisiment, Could all but answer for that peesish brat? Cau cuises pierce the clouds, and enter hea. You

ven Why, then give way, dull clouds, to my qnicko i curses !

Whe Though not by war, hy surfeit die your king, The As our's by murder, to make him a king ! Edward, thy son, that now is prince of Wales, For Edward, my son, that was prince of Wales, Die in his youth by like untimely violence !

C Thyself a queen, for me that was a queen, Outlive thy glory, like my wretched self!

L Long may'st thou live, to wail thy children's loss ;

G And see another, as I see thee now, Deck'd in thy rights, as thou art stall'd in mine ! Our Long die thy happy days before thy death; And And, after many lengthen'd hours of grief,

Q Die neither mother, wife, por England's queen ! Rivers, and Dorset, you were standers by,

Wit And so wast thoui, lord Hastings, when my son

Wh Was stabb'd with bloody daggers ; God, I pray him,

Hati That none of you inay live your natural age, You But by some unlooh'd accident cut off ! Glo. Have done thy charm, thou bateful wi. As i

they'd hay. R. Var. And leave out thee? stay, dog, for thou shalt hear me,

Q If lieaven brave any grievous plague in store, Exceeding those that I can wisd upon thee,

Q

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