Than I can wish to adders, spiders, toads.
Or any creeping venom'd thing that lives!
If ever he have child, abortive be it,
Prodigious, and untimely brought to light
Whose ugly and unnatural aspect
May fright the hopeful mother at the view
And that be heir to his unhappiness!
If ever he have wife, let her be made
More miferable by the death of him,
Than I am made by my young Lord and
Come, now tow'rds Cherifey with your ho
Taken from Paul's to be interred there.
And ftill, as you are weary of this weight,
Rest you, while I lament King Henry's coa
Enter Richard Duke of Glocefter
Glo. Stay you, that bear the coarse, and Anne. What black magician conjures up To stop devoted charitable deeds?
Glo. Villains, set down the coarfe; or, I'll make a coarse of him that disobeys. Gen. My Lord, stand back, and let the Glo. Unmanner'd dog! stand thou, when Advance thy halbert higher than my brea: Or, by St. Paul, I'll strike thee to my foc And spurn upon thee, beggar, for thy bo
Anne. What, do you tremble? are you Alas, I blame you not, for you are morta And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil. Avant, thou dreadful minister of hell!
Thou hadst but pow'r over his mortal body,
His foul thou canst not have; therefore be gone.
Glo. Sweet faint, for charity, be not so curst.
Anne. Foul dev'l! for God's fake hence, trouble us not,
For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell:
Fill'd it with curfing cries, and deep exclaims.
If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds,
Behold this pattern of thy butcheries.
Oh, gentlemen! fee! fee, dead Henry's wounds
Open their congeal'd mouths and bleed afresh.
Blush, blush, thou lump of foul deformity;
For 'tis thy prefence that exhales this blood
From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells.
Thy deeds, inhuman and unnatural,
Provoke this deluge most unnatural.
O God! which this blood mad'st, revenge his death;
O earth! which this blood drink'st, revenge his death:
Or heav'n with lightning strike the murd'rer dead;
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 nor law of God nor man;
No beast so fierce, but knows some touch of pity.
Glo. But I know none, and therefore am no beaft.
Anne. O wonderful, when devils tell the truth!-
Glo. More wonderful, when angels are so angry:
Vouchfafe, divine perfection of a woman,
Of these supposed crimes, 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 leifure to excuse myself.
Anne. Foulerthan heart can think thee, thou canst make
No excufe current, but to hang thyself.
Glo. By fuch despair I should accuse myself.
Anne. And by despairing shalt thou stand excus'd,
The which thou once didst bend against he
But that thy brothers beat aside the point.
Glo. I was provoked by her sland'rous to
That laid their guilt upon my guiltless she
Anne. Thou wast provoked by thy blood
That never dreamt on aught but butcherie
Didst thou not kill this King?
Glo. I grant ye.
Anne. Doft grant me, hedge-hog? then Godg
Thou may'st be damned for that wicked de
O, he was gentle, mild and virtuous.--
Glo. The fitter for the King of heav'n, th
Anne. He is in heav'n, where thou shalt
- Glo. Let him thank me, that help'd to fend
For he was fitter for that place than earth.
Anne. And thou unfit for any place but
Glo. Yes, one place else, if you will hear
Anne. Some dungeon.
Glo. Your bed-chamber.
Anne. Ill rest betide the chamber, wher
Glo. So will it, Madam, till I lie with -
Anne. I hope fo.
Glo. I know fo. -But gentle Lady Anne,
To leave this keen encounter of our wits,
And fall fomething into a flower 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
Glo. Your beauty was the cause of that
Your beauty, that did haunt me in my fleep,
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 notendure sweet beauty's wrack,
You should not blemish it, if I stood by;
As all the world is cheered by the fun,
So I by that; it is my day, my life.
Anne. Black nighto'er-shade 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 upon the earth. Glo. He lives, that loves thee better than he could. Anne. Name him.
Glo. Plantagenet.
Anne. Why, that was he.
Glo. The felf-fame name, but one of better nature.
Anne. Where is he?
Glo. Here; why doft thou spit at me? [She Spits at him.
Anne. Would it were mortal poison for thy fake!
Glo. Never came poifon from so sweet a place.
Anne. Never hung poison on a fouler toad.
Out of my fight! 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 falt tears;
Sham'd their aspects with store of childish drops:
These eyes, which never shed remorseful tear,
Not who my father York, and Edward wept,
To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made;
When black-fac'd Clifford thook his fword at him:
But now thy beauty is propos'd my fee,
My proud heart sues, and promps my tong
[She looks fcorn
Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was m
For kiffing, Lady, not for fuch contempt.
If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive,
Lo! here I lend thee this sharp-pointed fw
Which, if thou please to hide in this true
And let the foul 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 wi Nay, do not paufe; for I did kill King Ha But 'twas thy beauty that provoked me. Nay, now dispatch: 'twas I that ftabb'd you But 'twas thy heav'nly face that set me on [She fal
Take up the sword again, or take up me.
Anne. Arife, dissembler; though I wish
I will not be thy executioner.
Glo. Then bid me kill myself, and I wi
Anne. I have already.
Glo. That was in thy rage:
Speak it again, and even with thy word,
This hand, which for thy love, did kill t
Shall for thy love, kill a far truer love;
To both their deaths shalt thou be acceffa
Anne. I would, I knew thy heart.
Glo. 'Tis figur'd in my tongue.
Anne. I fear me, both are false..
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