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O, gentlemen ! see, see! dead Henry's wounds
Glo. Lady, you know no rules of charity,
Anne. Villain, thou know'st nor law of God nor man: No beast so fierce, but knows some touch of pity.
Glo. But I know none, and therefore am no beast. Anne. O wonderful when devils tell the truth !
Glo. More wonderful, when angels are so angry.-
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 excus'd
Glo. Say, that I slew them, not ?
Then say they were not slain.' 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. Anne. In thy foul throat thou liest : queen Margaret
1 Why, then, they are not dead : in quartos.
Thy murderous' falchion smoking in his blood;
Glo. I was provoked by her sland'rous tongue,
Anne. Thou wast provoked by thy bloody mind,
Glo. I grant ye.
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 thither ; For he was fitter for that place than earth.
Anne. And thou unfit for any place but hell.
I know so.—But, gentle lady Anne,-
Anne. Thou wast the cause, and most accurs'd effect.
Glo. Your beauty was the cause of that effect;
Anne. If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide,
1 bloody: in quartos. 2 better : in folio. 3 somewhat: in quartos. • rest : in quartos. I never : in quartos. 6 sweet : in quartos.
Anne. Black night o'ershade thy day, and death thy
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. Glo. He lives that loves you better than he could. Anne. Name him.
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; No, 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 times 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 sued to friend, nor enemy;
1 slew; in quartos. This and the eleven preceding lines, are not in the quartos.
My tongue could never learn sweet smoothing? word;
[She looks scornfully at him.
[He lays his Breast open : she offers at it with his
Sword. Nay, do not pause ; for I did kill king Henry :3_ But 't was thy beauty that provoked me. Nay, now despatch ; 't was I that stabbed+ young Ed
ward ;But ’t was 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.
[Taking up the Sword." Anne. I have already. Glo.
That was in thy rage :
Anne. I would I knew thy heart.
5 6 Not in f. e.
Glo. Look, how my 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 suppliant may But beg one favour at thy gracious hand. Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever.
Anne. What is it? Glo. That it may please you leave these sad designs To him that hath most cause to be a mourner, And presently repair to Crosby-place. Where (after I have solemnly interr’d, At Chertsey monastery, this noble king, And wet his grave with my repentant tears) I will with all expedient' duty see you : Fór 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. 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 mys hatred by, Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal', But the plain devil, and dissembling looks, And yet to win her,-all the world to nothing! Ha! Hath she forgot already that brave prince, Edward, her lord, whom I, some three months since, Stabb'd in my angry mood at Tewksbury ?
1 servant: in f.e. 2 more : in quartos. 3 Expeditious. 4 The quartos insert : “ Glos. Take up the corse, sirs." 5 her: in quartos. 6 nothing : in quartos. 7 at all : in quartos.