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The which thou once didst bend against her breast, But that thy brothers beat aside the point.
Glo. I was provoked by her sland'rous tongue, That laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders.
Anne. Thou wast provoked by thy bloody mind, That never dreamt on aught but butcheries: Didst thou not kill this king? Glo.
I grant ye. Anne. Dost grant me, hedge-hog? then, God
grant me too, Thou may'st be damned for that wicked deed! O, 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
come. Glo. Let him thank me, that holp to send him
Anne. And thou unfit for any place but hell.
Glo. I know so.—But, gentle lady Anne,-
• That laid their guilt - ] The crime of my brothers. He has just charged the murder of Lady Anne's husband upon Edv
a slower method ;] As quick was used for spritely, so slower was put for serious.
Anne. Thou wast the cause, and most accurs'd
effect. Glo. Your beauty was the cause of that effect; Your beauty, which did haunt me in my sleep, To undertake the death of all the world, So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom.
Anne. If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide, These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks. Glo. These eyes could not endure that beauty's
Anne. Black night o'ershade thy day, and death
Glo. Curse not thyself, fair creature; thou art both. Anne. I would I were, to be reveng'd on thee.
Glo. It is a quarrel most unnatural, To be reveng'd on him that loveth thee.
Anne. It is a quarrel just and reasonable, To be reveng'd on him that kill'd my husband.
Glo. He that bereft thee, lady, of thy husband, Did it to help thee to a better husband.
Anne. His better doth not breathe upon the earth.
Why, that was he. 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! Glo. Never came poison from so sweet a place.
Anne. Never hung poison on a fouler toad. Out of my sight! thou dost infect mine eyes.
Glo. Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine. Anne.'Would they were basilisks, to strike thee dead!
Glo. I would they were, that I might die at once; For now they kill me with a living death. Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears, Sham'd their aspects with store of childish drops: These eyes, which never shed remorseful tear, Not, when my father York and Edward wept, To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made, When black-fac'd Clifford shook his sword at him: Nor when thy warlike father, like a child, Told the sad story of my father's death; And twenty tiines made pause, to sob, and weep, That all the standers-by had wet their cheeks, Like trees bedash'd with rain: in that sad time, My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear; And what these sorrows could not thence exhale, Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. I never su'd to friend, nor enemy; My tongue could never learn sweet soothing word; But now thy beauty is propos'd my fee, My proud heart sues, and promps my tongue to speak.
She looks scornfully at him. Teach not thy lip such scorn; for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt. If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive, Lo! here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword; Which if thou please to hide in this true breast, And let the soul forth that adoreth thee, 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 Sword. Nay, do not pause; for I did kill king Henry ;But 'twas thy beauty that provoked me.
* But 'twas thy beauty -] Shakspeare countenances the observation, that no woman can ever be offended with the mention of her beauty. Johnson.
Nay, now despatch; 'twas I that stabb'd young Ed
ward:- [She again offers at his Breast. 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.
That was in thy rage:
Anne. I would, I knew thy heart.
'Tis figur'd in My tongue.
Anne. I fear me, both are false.
Well, well, put up your sword. Glo. Say then, my peace is made. Anne.
know Hereafter. Glo.
But shall I live in hope?
Vouchsafe to wear this ring.
[She puts on the Ring. Glo. Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger, Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Wear both of them, for both of them are thine. And if thy poor devoted servant may
But beg one favour at thy gracious hand,
Anne. What is it.
Glo. That it may please you leave these sad designs To him that hath more cause to be a mourner, And presently repair to Crosby-place: Where—after I have solemnly interrd, At Chertsey monast'ry this noble king, And wet his grave with my repentant tears,— I will with all expedient duty see you: For divers unknown reasons, I beseech you, Grant me this boon.
Anne. With all my heart; and much it joys me too,
Glo. Bid me farewell.
'Tis more than you deserve: 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 ? Glo. No, to White-Friars; there attend my coming.
Exeunt the rest, with the Corse. 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. What! I, that kill'd her husband, and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, , 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,
Crosby-place:) A house near Bishopsgate-street, be. longing to the duke of Gloster, now Crosby-square, where part of the house is yet remaining.