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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.
Glo. More wonderful, when angels are so angry.
Anne. Vouchsafe, diffus'd infection of a man,
Glo. Fairer than tongue can name thee, let me have
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 :
Glo. I did not kill your husband.
The which thou once didst bend against her breast,
Glo. I was provoked by her sland'rous tongue,
Anne. Thou wast provoked by thy bloody mind,
Glo. I grant ye.
him. Anne. He is in heaven, where thou shalt never come. Glo. Let him thank me, that holp to send him thi
Anne. And thou unfit for any place but hell.
Glo. I know so.-But, gentle lady Anne,-
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,
wreck; You should not blemish it, if I stood by: As all the world is cheered by the sun, So 1 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,
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.
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-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 by 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 iny 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,
[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 1, that stabb’d young Ed
[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.
Glo. That was in thy rage :
Anne. I would, I knew thy heart.
Glo. 'Tis figurd in My tongue.
Anne. I fear me, both are false.
Glo. Then man
Anne. Well, well, put up your sword.
Anne. That shall
Glo. But shall I live in hope?