Glo. Curse not thyself, fair creature; thou art both. 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. 309 Anne. His better doth not breathe upon the earth. Glo. He lives, that loves you better than he could. Anne. Name him. Glo. Plantagenet. Anne. 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. 320 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, Τα 330 To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made, Told the sad story of my father's death; And what these sorrows could not thence exhale, 340 Lo! here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword; I lay it naked to the deadly stroke, And humbly beg the death upon my knee. 350 [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. Nay, now dispatch; 'twas I that stabb'd young Ed ward ; But 'twas thy heavenly face that set me on. [She lets fall the Sword. Take 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. Glo. That was in thy rage: Speak it again, and, even with the word, This hand, which for thy love, did kill thy love, Shall, for thy love, kill a far truer love; Anne. I would I knew thy heart. Glo. 'Tis figur'd in my tongue. Anne. I fear me, both are false. Glo. Then never man was true. Anne. Well, well, put up your sword. Anne. To take is not to give. 260 870 [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? 380 Glo. That it may please you leave these sad designs To him that hath more cause to be a mourner, 390 Anne. With all my heart; and much it joys me too, To see you are become so penitent. Tressel, and Berkley, go along with me. Glo. Bid me farewel. Anne. 'Tis more than you deserve: But, since you teach me how to flatter you, Imagine I have said farewel already. [Exeunt two, with Lady ANNE. Glo. Take up the corse, sirs. Gen. Towards Chertsey, noble lord? 400 Glo. No, to White- Fryars; there attend my com ing. [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. 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, 411 And yet to win her-all the world to nothing! Hath she forgot already that brave prince, Edward, her lord, whom I, some three months since, Stabb'd in my angry mood at Tewksbury? A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman Fram'd in the prodigality of nature, Young, valiant, wise, and, no doubt, right royal The spacious world cannot again afford : 421 And will she yet abase her eyes on me, That cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet prince, And made her widow to a woful bed? On me, whose all not equals Edward's moiety? I do mistake my person all this while : 430 [Exit. |