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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 No excuse current, but to hang thyself. (make
Glo. By such despair, I should accuse myself,
Anne. And, by despairing, shalt thou stand excus'd;
Glo. Say, that I slew them not.
Why then, they are not dead:
Why, then he is alive. Glo. Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's
hand. Anne. In thy soul's throat thou liest; Queen Mar
Glo. I was provoked by her sland'rous tongue,
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 ! 0, he was gentle, mild, and virtuous.
[him. Glo. The fitter for the King of heaven that hath Anne. He is in heaven, where thou shalt never
(thither; Glo. Let him thank me, that holp to send him For he was fitter for that place, than earth.
Anne. And thou unfit for any place but hell. [it.
Anne. Ill rest betide the chamber where thou liest!
Glo. But, gentle lady Anne, To leave this keen encounter of our wits, And fall somewhat 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.
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 You should not blemish it, if I stood by : [wreck, As all the world is cheered by the sun, So I by that; it is my day, my life.
Anne. Black night o'ershade thy day, and death Glo. Curse not thyself, fair creature; thou art both. Anne. I would I were, to be reveng'd on thee.
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. 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 thec
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, Sham'd their aspects with store of childish drops; These eyes, which never shed remorseful tear, Not, when
father York' and Edward' wept, To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made, When black-fac'd Clifford shook his sword at him : Nor when thy warlike father, like a child, Told the sad story of my father's death; And twenty times made pause, to sob, and weep, That all the standers-by had wet their cheeks, Like trees bedash'd with rain: in that sad time, My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear ; And what these sorrows could not thence exhale, Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. I never su'd to friend, nor enemy; My tongue could never learn sweet soothing word; But now thy beauty is propos’d my fee, My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to
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.
· Richard, Duke of York, Protector.
· Edward IV.
Nay, do not pause; for I did kill king Henry ;-
Edward; [She again offers at his breast.
[She lets fall the sword. Take up the sword again, or take up me.
Anne. Arise, dissembler: though I wish thy death,
Glo. Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it.
That was in thy rage:
Anne. I would, I knew thy heart.
'Tis figur'd in My tongue.
Anne. I fear me, both are false.
Anne. Well, well, put up your sword.
Glo. But shall I live in hope?
Vouchsafe to wear this ring.
[She puts on the ring.
Anne. What is it?
Glo. That it may please you leave these sad designs
with my repentant tears, –
Anne. With all my heart; and much it joys me
[too, Tressel, and Berkley, go along with me.
Glo. Bid me farewell.
'Tis more than
deserve: But, since you teach me how to flatter you, Imagine I have said farewell already.
[Exeunt Lady Anne, TRESSEL, and BERKLEY. Glo. Take
Towards Chertsey, noble lord ?
Exeunt the rest, with the corse.
Hath she forgot already that brave prince,
'Where Gloster had a house. Bishopsgate-street.
Now Crosby-square, near