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Glo. Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's

hand. ANNE. In thy soul's throat thou liest; queen

Margaret saw Thy murderous faulchion smoking in his blood; The which thou once didst bend against her

breast, But that thy brothers beat aside the point. GLO. I was provoked by her sland'rous

tongue, That laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders. 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. Glo. The fitter for the King of heaven that

hath him. ANNE. He is in heaven, where thou shalt

never come.

name it.

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
ANNE. Some dungeon.
GLO.

Your bed-chamber. ANNE. Ill rest betide the chamber where thou

liest! Glo. So will it, madam, till I lie with you. ANNE. I hope so.

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GLO. I know so.-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 ac

curs'd 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, So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom.

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 wreck, 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. ANNE. Black night o'ershade thy day, and

death thy life! 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, 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.

GLO. He that bereft thee, lady, of thy husband, Did it to help thee to a better husband. ANNE. His better doth not breathe

the earth. Glo. He lives that loves you better than he

upon

could. ANNE. Name him.

a

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. 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, Sham'd their aspects with store of childish drops : These eyes, which never shed remorseful tear,Not, when my father York and Edward wept, To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made, When black-faced 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;

E

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. Nay, do not pause.; for I did kill king Henry:But 'twas thy beauty that provoked 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

death, I will not be thy executioner. Glo. Then bid me kill myself, and I will

do it. ANNE. I have already. 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;
To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary.

ANNE. I would, I knew thy heart.
GLO.

'Tis figur'd in My tongue.

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All men,

ANNE. I fear me, both are false.
Glo.

Then man Was never true.

ANNE. Well, well, put up your sword.
Glo. Say then, my peace is made.
ANNE.

That shall

you

know Hereafter.

GLO. But shall I live in hope ?

ANNE.
I hope, live so.

GLO. Vouchsafe to wear this ring.
ANNE. To take, is not to give.

[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,
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 more cause to be a mourner,
And presently repair to Crosby-place :
Where-after I have solemnly interr'd,
At Chertsey monast’ry, 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.

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