O, gentlemen! see, see! dead Henry's wounds For 't is thy presence that exhales this blood Provokes this deluge most unnatural. O God, which this blood mad'st, revenge his death! Of these supposed evils to give me leave Anne. Vouchsafe, diffus'd infection of a man, For these known evils but to give me leave By circumstance to curse thy cursed self. Glo. Fairer than tongue can name thee, let me have Some patient leisure to excuse myself. Anne. Fouler than heart can think thee, thou canst '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 For doing worthy vengeance on thyself, That didst unworthy slaughter upon others. Glo. Say, that I slew them, not? Anne. But dead they are, and, devilish slave, by thee. Then say they were not slain.1 Why, then he is alive. Glo. I did not kill your husband. Anne. saw 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, Glo. I grant ye. Anne. Dost grant me, hedge-hog? then, God grant me too, Thou may'st be damned for that wicked deed! 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. Glo. Yes, one place else, if you will hear me name it. Anne. Some dungeon. Glo. Your bed-chamber. Anne. Il rest betide the chamber where thou liest. Glo. So will it, madam, till I lie with you. Anne. I hope so. Glo. I know so. But, gentle lady Anne,— To leave this keen encounter of our wits, And fall something into a slower method, Is not the causer of the timeless deaths Of these Plantagenets, Henry, and Edward, As blameful as the executioner ? Anne. Thou wast the cause, and most accurs'd effect. Glo. Your beauty was the cause of that effect; Your beauty, that did haunt me in my sleep, To undertake the death of all the world, So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom. 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. 1 bloody: in quartos. 2 better: in folio. 3 somewhat: in quartos. rest in quartos. 5 never: in quartos. 6 sweet: in quartos. Anne. Black night o'ershade thy day, and death thy life! 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, Anne. His better doth not breathe upon the earth. Glo. Anne. Plantagenet. 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, 1 slew; in quartos. 2 This and the eleven preceding lines, are not in the quartos. My tongue could never learn sweet smoothing' word; My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to speak. If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive, 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. [He lays his Breast open: she offers at it with his Nay, do not pause; for I did kill king Henry :3— 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. Anne. I have already. Glo. [Taking up the Sword. That was in thy rage: Speak it again, and even with the word, This hand, which for thy love did kill thy love, To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary. Anne. I would I knew thy heart. Glo. 'T is figur'd in my tongue. Anne. That shalt thou know hereafter. Glo. But shall I live in hope? [Sheathing his Sword. Anne. All men, I hope, live so. Glo. Vouchsafe to wear this ring. Anne. To take, is not to give. [She puts on the Ring. 1 soothing in quartos. 2 bosom in quartos. 3 't was I that kill'd your husband: in quartos. 4 kill'd: in quartos. 56 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: For divers unknown reasons, I beseech you, Grant me this boon. 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 farewell. Anne. '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 my 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. quartos insert: "Glos. 6 nothing: in quartos. 4 The 3 Expeditious. Take up the corse, sirs." 5 her: in quartos. 7 at all: in quartos. |