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Stabb'd by the self-same hand that made these wounds!
the helpless balm of my poor eyes :
Glo. Stay you, that bear the corse, and set it down.
Anne. What black magician conjures up this fiend,
1 Gent. My lord, stand back, and let the coffin pass,
Glo. Unmanner'd dog! stand thou when I com
[The bearers set down the coffin, Anne. What, do you tremble ? are you all afraid? Alas, I blame
you are mortal,
Glo. Sweet saint, for charity, be not so curst.
ble 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, Behold this pattern 9 of thy butcheries : 0, gentlemen, see, see! dead Henry's wounds Open their 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 dwelis ; Thy deed, inhuman and unnatural, Provokes this deluge most unnatural.O God, which this blood mad'st, revenge his death! O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge his death! Either, heaven, with lightning strike the murderer
dead, Or, earth, gape open 'wide, and eat him quick;
As thou dost swallow up this good king's blood,
Glo. Lady, you know no rules of charity,
Glo. But I know none, and therefore am no beast.
Anne. Vouchsafe, diffus’d infection of a man,
Glo. Fairer than tongue can name thee, let me have
make No excuse current, but to hang thyself.
Glo. By such despair, I should accuse myself. Anne. And, by despairing, shalt thou stand ex
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 your husband.
Why, then he is alive.
Glo. Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's hand.
Glo. I was provoked by her sland'rous tongue,
Anne. Thou wast provoked by thy bloody mind,
I grant ye.
me too, Thou may'st be damned for that wicked deed ! 0, 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
Glo. Let him thank me, that holp to send him
Anne. And thou unfit for any place but hell.
Your bed-chamber. Anne. Ill rest betide the chamber where thou liest! Glo. So will it, madam, till I lie with you. Anne. I hope so.
Glo. I know so.--But, gentle lady AnneTo leave this keen encounter of our wits,
And fall somewhat into a slower method ;-
Anne. If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide,
Anne. Black night o'ershade thy day, and death
Glo. Curse not thyself, fair creature; thou art both.
Glo. It is a quarrel most unnatural,
Anne. It is a quarrel just and reasonable,
Glo. He that bereft thee, lady, of thy husband,
Anne. His better doth not breathe upon the earth.
Why, that was he.