To shape my legs of an unequal size, Oh monstrous thought! more vain than my ambition. Lieut. My lord, I beg your grace Glost. Begone, fellow! I'm not at leisure. Ha! Edward taken ill! 'Would he were wasted, marrow, bones, and all, That from his loins no more young brats may rise, To cross me in the golden time I look for. Enter LADY ANNE, in Mourning, LORD STANLEY, TRESSEL, GUARDS, BEARERS, with KING HENRY'S Body, and Six LADIES in Mourning. But see, my love appears-look where she shines And suit my face to all occasions. Yet hold, she mourns the man that I have kill'd; [He retires yield day fu Lady A. Hung he the heav'ns in black; More miserable by the life of him, Than I am now by Edward's death and thine. Glost. Poor girl, what pains she takes to curse herself! Lady A. If ever she have child, abortive be it, Prodigious, and untimely brought to light; Whose hideous form, whose most unnatural aspect, And that be heir to his unhappiness! Now on to Chertsey, with your sacred load. Glost. Stay, you that bear the corse, and set it down. Lady A. What black magician conjures up this fiend, To stop devoted charitable deeds? Glost. Villains, set down the corse, or by St. Paul, I'll make a corse of him that disobeys. Guard. My lord, stand back, and let the coffin pass. Glost. Unmanner'd slave! stand thou when I command, Advance thy halbert higher than my breast, Or, by St. Paul, I'll strike thee to my foot, Lady A. Why dost thou haunt him thus, unsated fiend? Thou hast but power over his mortal body: His soul thou canst not reach, therefore begone. Why didst thou do this deed? could not the laws Glost. Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman, Lady A. Then take that sword, whose bloody point still reeks With Henry's life, with my loved lord's young Edward's, Lady A. Why, by despairing only canst thou stand excused. Didst thou not kill the king? Glost. I grant ye. Lady A. Oh! he was gentle, loving, mild, and virtuous ; But he's in heaven, where thou canst never come. Glost. Was I not kind to send him thither, then? He was much fitter for that place than earth. name it. Lady A. Some dungeon. Glost. Your bed-chamber. Lady A. Ill rest betide the chamber where thou liest ! Glost. So it will, madam, till I lie in yours. Lady A. I hope so. Glost. I know so. But gentle Lady Anne, To leave this keen encounter of our tongues, And fall to something a more serious method, me Is not the causer of the untimely deaths Of these Plantagenets, Heury and Edward, As blameful as the executioner? Lady A. Thou wert the cause, and most accursed ef fect. Glost. Your beauty was the cause of that effect; So I might live one hour in that soft bosom! Lady A. If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide, You should not blemish it, if I stood by: Lady A. I would it were, to be revenged on thee. To wish revenge on him that loves thee. To seek revenge on him that kill'd my husband. Did it to help thee to a better husband. Lady A. His better does not breathe upon the earth. Glost. He lives, that loves thee better than he could. Lady A. Name him. Glost. Plantagenet. Lady A. Why, that was he. Glost. The self-same name, but one of softer nature. Glost. Ah, take more pity in thy eyes, and see him here. Lady A. Would they were basilisks, to strike thee dead! Glost. I would they were, that I might die at once, never sued to friend or enemy; My tongue could never learn soft smoothing words; My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to speak. Glost. Oh, teach not thy soft lips such cold contempt ! If thy relentless heart cannot forgive, Lo, here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword, Which if thou please to hide in this true breast, Lady A, What shall I say or do? direct me, Heaven! When stones weep, sure the tears are natural; And Heaven itself instructs us to forgive, When they do flow from a sincere repentance. [Aside. Glost. Nay, do not pause, for I did kill King Henry, But 'twas thy wondrous beauty did provoke me; Or, now dispatch-'twas I that stabb'd young Edward, But 'twas thy heavenly face that set me on: And I might still persist, (so stubborn is My temper) to rejoice at what I've doneBut that thy powerful eyes (as roaring seas Obey the changes of the moon) have turn'd My heart, and made it flow with penitence. [She drops the Sword. Take up the sword again, or take up me. I will not be thy executioner. Glost. Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it. Glost. That was in thy rage; Say it again, and even with thy word, This guilty hand, that robb'd thee of thy love, I ask but leave to indulge my cold despair. Lady A. Would'st thou not blame me, to forgive thy crimes? Glost. They are not to be forgiven; no, not even Of thought, that strikes me with, at once, repentance Lady A. Put up thy sword. Glost. Say, then, my peace is made. Glost. But, shall I live in hope? Lady A. All men, I hope, live so. Glost. I swear, bright saint, 1 am not what I was ! Those eyes have turn'd my stubborn heart to woman; Thy goodness makes me soft in penitence, And my harsh thoughts are turn'd to peace and love. Oh! if thy pour devoted servant might But beg one favour at thy gracious hand, Thou would'st confirm his happiness for ever! Lady A. What is't? Glost. That it may please thee, leave these sad designs, To him, that has most cause to be a mourner, And, presently, repair to Crosby House; Where, after having solemnly interr'd, At Chertsey Monastery, this injured 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 favour. Lady A. I do, my lord, and much it joys me too, To see you are become so penitent. Tressel and Stanley, go along with me. Glost. Bid me farewell. Lady A. 'Tis more than you deserve; But since you teach me how to flatter you, [Exeunt. Glost. No, to Whitefriars; there attend my coming. [Exeunt Guards, with the Body. Was ever woman, in this humour, woo'd? Was ever woman, in this humour, won? With curses in her mouth, and tears in her eyes, Having Heaven, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, [Exit. |