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I grant ye. Anne. O, he was gentle, mild, and virtuous. Glo. The fitter for the King of heaven that hath
him. Anne. He is in heaven, where thou shalt never Glo. Let him thank me, that holp to send him
Anne. And thou unfit for any place but hell.
But, gentle lady Anne,-
effect. 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.
Anne. If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide, These nails should rend that beauty from my
Anne. Black night o'ershade thy day, and death
Glo. Curse not thyself, fair creature; thou art
Glo. It is a quarrel most unnatural,
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.
Why, that was he.
Here: [She spits at him.] Why
Anne. Never hung poison on a fouler toad.
Glo. Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine.
eyes, which never shed remorsefuló tear,Nor, when
father York and Edward wepts To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made, When black-fac'd Clifford shook his sword at him :
Nor when tlıy warlike father, like a child,
speak. [She looks scornfully at him. Teach not thy lip such scorn; for it was made. For kissing, lady, not for such contempt. If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive, Lo! here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword; Which if thou please to hide in this true breast, And let the soul forth that adoreth thee, 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 sword. Nay, do not pause ; for I did kill king Henry ;But 'twas thy beauty that provok'd me. „Nay, now despatch; 'twas I that stabb'd young
Edward ;- [She again offers at his breast. But 'twas 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
Glo. Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it.
That was in thy rage :
Shall, for thy love, kill a far truer love ;
Anne. I would, I knew thy heart.
[She puts on the ring, Glo. Look, how this ring encompasseth thy
Anne. What is it?
'too, To see you are become so penitent. Tressel, and Berkley, go along with me.
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. Glo. Take up the corse, sirs. 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 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, 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? 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: 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? On me, that hált, and am misshapen thus? My dukedom to a beggarly denier, I do mistake my person all this while : Upon my life, she finds, although I cannot, Myself to be a marvellous proper man,
A small French coin.