Act 1. KING RICHARD III. Scene 2. M HUNTER in LADY ANNE. Either heaven, with lightning strike the murderer dead, London Printed for J.Bell, British Library Strand Dec 31 1785. Anne. And, by despairing, shalt thou stand excus'd For doing worthy vengeance on thyself, That didst unworthy slaughter upon others. Glo. Say, that I slew them not? Anne. Then say, they were not slain : But dead they are, and, devilish slave, by thee. Anne. Why, then he is alive. Glo. Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's hand. Anne. In thy foul throat thou ly'st; queen Marga. ret saw 260 Thy murderous faulchion smoking in his blood; 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 270 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 For he was fitter for that place, than earth. Anne. And thou unfit for any place, but hell. Glo. Yes, one place else, if you will hear me name it. Anne. Some dungeon. Glo, Your bed-chamber. 280 Anne. Ill rest betide the chamber where thou lyest! Glo. So will it, madam, 'til I lie with you. Glo. I know so. But, gentle lady Anne- Of these Plantagenets, Henry, and Edward, Anne, Thou wast the cause, and most accurs'd effect. 290 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 wreck, You should not blemish it, if I stood by: As all the world is cheered by the sun, So I by that; it is my day, my life. 300 Anne. Black night o'er-shade thy day, and death thy life! Glo |