SCENE II. Another Street. Enter the Corpse of KING HENRY the Sixth, borne in an open Coffin; Gentlemen bearing Halberds, to guard it; and LADY ANNE as Mourner. Anne. Set down, set down your honourable load,If honour may be shrouded in a hearse, Whilst I a while obsequiously lament The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster. Poor key-cold figure of a holy king! Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster! Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood! Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost, To hear the lamentations of poor Anne, Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughter'd son, Stabb'd by the self-same hand that made these wounds! Lo, in these windows, that let forth thy life, pour I the helpless balm of my poor eyes: May fright the hopeful mother at the view; [The Bearers take up the Corpse, and advance. Glo. Stay you that bear the corse, and set it down. Anne. What black magician conjures up this fiend, To stop devoted charitable deeds? Glo. Villains, set down the corse; or, by saint Paul, I'll make a corse of him that disobeys. 1 Gent. My lord, stand back, and let the coffin pass. Glo. Unmanner'd dog: stand thou when I command: Advance thy halberd higher than my breast, [The Bearers set down the Coffin. For 'tis thy presence that exhales this blood O Thou, which this blood mad'st, revenge his death! Or, earth, gape open wide, and eat him quick; As thou dost swallow up this good king's blood, Which his hell-govern'd arm hath butchered!: Glo. Lady, you know no rules of charity, Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses. Anne. Villain, thou know'st no law of God nor man; No beast so fierce, but knows some touch of pity. Glo. But I know none, and therefore am no beast. Anne. O wonderful, when devils tell the truth! Glo. More wonderful, when angels are so angry.Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman, Of these supposed evils, to give me leave, By circumstance, but to acquit myself. 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. Why, then, they are not dead: But dead they are, and, devilish slave, by thee. Glo. I did not kill your husband. Anne. 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 Margaret saw Thy murd'rous 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, Glo. Is not the causer of the timeless deaths Anne. Thou wast the cause, and most accurs'd 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 cheeks. Glo. These eyes could not endure that beauty's wreck ; You should not blemish it, if I stood by: So I by that; it is my day, my life. Anne. Black night o'ershade thy day, and death thy life! And let the soul forth that adoreth thee, [He lays his Breast open; she offers at it with his Sword. Nay, do not pause; for I did kill king Henry; Glo. Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it. Glo. Curse not thyself, fair creature; thou art Speak it again, and, even with the word, 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 upon the earth. Glo. He lives, that loves you better than he could. Anne. Name him. 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; My tongue could never learn sweet soothing word; This hand, which for thy love, did kill thy love, Anne. I would, I knew thy heart. [She puts on the Ring. 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 7: Where after I have solemnly interr'd, At Chertsey monastʼry 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. 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 Corpse. 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; 7 In Bishopsgate-street. Hath she forgot already that brave prince, me, whose all not equals Edward's moiety? I do mistake my person all this while : SCENE III. A room in the Palace. [Exit. Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH, LORD RIVERS, and LORD GREY. Stan. I do beseech you, either not believe Stan. But now the duke of Buckingham, and I, Q. Eliz. What likelihood of his amendment, lords? Buck. Madam, good hope; his grace speaks cheerfully. Q. Eliz. God grant him health! Did you confer Buck. Ay, madam, he desires to make atonement I fear, our happiness is at the height. Enter GLOSTER, HASTINGS, and DORSET. Glo. They do me wrong, and I will not endure it. Who are they, that complain unto the king, Because I cannot flatter, and speak fair, I must be held a rancorous enemy. Cannot a plain man live, and think no harm, Riv. Have patience, madam; there's no doubt, | By silken, sly, insinuating Jacks? his majesty Will soon recover his accustom'd health. Grey. In that you brook it ill, it makes him Grey. To whom in all this presence speaks your grace? Glo. To thee, that hast nor honesty, nor grace. But you must trouble him with rude complaints. matter: The king, of his own royal disposition, Glo. I cannot tell; - The world is grown so bad, Q. Eliz. Come, come, we know your meaning, You envy my advancement, and my friends; of you! Our brother is imprison'd by your means, ! Held in contempt; while great promotions Low fellow. That scarce, some two days since, were worth a noble. 1 Glo. To fight on Edward's party, for the crown; And, for his meed, poor lord, he is mew'd up: Q. Eliz. By him that rais'd me to this careful I would to heaven, my heart were flint like Edheight From that contented hap which I enjoy'd, Against the duke of Clarence, but have been Glo. You may deny that you were not the cause Riv. She may, my lord; for ward's, Or Edward's soft and pitiful, like mine; I am too childish-foolish for this world. Q. Mar. Hie thee to hell for shame, and leave Riv. My lord of Gloster, in those busy days, Glo. She may, lord Rivers? — why, who knows Far be it from my heart, the thought thereof! not so? She may do more, sir, than denying that: She may help you to many fair preferments; And then deny her aiding hand therein, Q. Eliz. As little joy, my lord, as you suppose Q. Mar. A little joy enjoys the queen thereof; What may she not? She may, — ay, marry may For I am she, and altogether joyless. she. Riv. What, marry, may she? I can no longer hold me patient. [Advancing. Glo. What, marry, may she? marry with a king, In sharing that which you have pill'd3 from me: A bachelor, a handsome stripling too: Which of you trembles not, that looks on me: Glo. Foul wrinkled witch, what mak'st thou in my sight? Q. Mar. But repetition of what thou hast marr'd; That will I make, before I let thee go. Glo. Wert thou not banished on pain of death? Q. Mar. I was; but I do find more pain in banishment, Than death can yield me here by my abode. Q. Mar. And lessen'd be that small, God, I be- A husband, and a son, thou ow'st to me, seech thee! Thy honour, state, and seat, is due to me. Glo. What? threat you me with telling of the Tell him, and spare not: look, what I have said Q. Mar. Out, devil! I remember them too well: Glo. Ere you were queen, ay, or your husband I was a pack-horse in his great affairs; To royalize his blood, I spilt mine own. Q. Mar. Ay, and much better blood than his, or Glo. In all which time, you, and your husband Were factious for the house of Lancaster? band - And thou, a kingdom; - all of you, allegiance: Glo. The curse my noble father laid on thee, Q. Eliz. So just is God, to right the innocent. Dors. No man but prophesied revenge for it. came, Ready to catch each other by the throat, In Margaret's battle at Saint Alban's slain? Q. Mar. A murd'rous villain, and so still thou art. Ay, and forswore himself, -Which Jesu pardon!- 1 A coin rated at 6s. 8d. 2 Think. Though not by war, by surfeit die your king, Die in his youth, by like untimely violence! Deck'd in thy rights, as thou art stall'd in mine! Glo. Have done thy charm, thou hateful wither'd hag. Q. Mar. And leave out thee? stay, dog, for thou shalt hear me. If heaven have any grievous plague in store, Glo. Margaret. Q. Mar. Glo. Q. Mar. Richard! Ha? I call thee not. Glo. I cry thee mercy then; for I did think, That thou hadst call'd me all these bitter names. Q. Mar. Why, so I did; but look'd for no reply, O, let me make the period to my curse. Glo. 'Tis done by me; and ends in Margaret. Q. Eliz. Thus have you breath'd your curse against yourself. Q. Mar. Poor painted queen, vain flourish of my fortune! Why strew'st thou sugar on that bottled spider 4, Q. Mar. Foul shame upon you! you have all mov'd mine. Rw. Were you well serv'd, you would be taught your duty. Q. Mar. To serve me well, you all should do me duty, Teach me to be your queen, and you my subjects: O, serve me well, and teach yourselves that duty. Dors. Dispute not with her, she is lunatick. Q. Mar. Peace, master marquis, you are malapert: Your fire-new stamp of honour is scarce current O, that your young nobility could judge, What 'twere to lose it and be miserable! They that stand high, have many blasts to shake them; And, if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces. Alluding to Gloster's form and venom. 5 He was just created marquis of Dorset, Glo. Good counsel, marry; - learn it, learn it, marquis. Dors. It touches you, my lord, as much as me. Glo. Ay, and much more: But I was born so high, Our aiery buildeth in the cedar's top, 6 And dallies with the wind, and scorns the sun. Q. Mar. And turns the sun to shade; -alas! alas ! Witness my son, now in the shade of death; Your aiery buildeth in our aiery's nest : — Buck. Peace, peace, for shame, if not for charity. Q. Mar. Urge neither charity nor shame to me; Uncharitably with me have you dealt, And shamefully by you my hopes are butcher'd. Q. Mar. O princely Buckingham, I kiss thy hand, Buck. Nor no one here; for curses never pass The lips of those that breathe them in the air. Q. Mar. I'll not believe but they ascend the sky O Buckingham, beware of yonder dog; Look, when he fawns, he bites; and, when he bites, His venom tooth will rankle to the death: Have not to do with him, beware of him; Sin, death, and hell have set their marks on him; And all their ministers attend on him; Glo. What doth she say, my lord of Buckingham? And soothe the devil that I warn thee from? curses. [Exit. Riv. And so doth mine; I muse 7, why she's at liberty. Glo. I cannot blame her, She hath had too much wrong, and I repent Q. Eliz. I never did her any, to my knowledge. Riv. A virtuous and a christian-like conclusion, Cates. Madam, his majesty doth call for you, |