And that be heir to his unhappiness! Than I am made by my young Lord and thee! Enter Richard Duke of Gloucester. Glo. Stay you that bear the Coarse, and fet it down. Anne. What black magician conjures up this fiend, To stop devoted charitable deeds? Glo. Villains, fet down the Coarfe; or, by St. Paul, I'll make a Coarfe of him that disobeys. Gent. My Lord, ftand back, and let the coffin pass. Glo. Unmanner'd dog, ftand thou when I command: Advance thy halbert higher than my breast, Or, by St. Paul, I'll ftrike thee to my foot, Anne. What, do you tremble? are you all afraid? Thou had'ft but pow'r over his mortal body, His foul thou can'ft not 9 'hurt; therefore be gone. Anne. Foul dev'l! for God's fake hence, trouble us not, Oh, gentlemen! fee! fee dead Henry's wounds 9 have; T 3 Thy Thy deeds inhuman and unnatural, O God! which this blood mad'ft, revenge his death! Anne. Vouchfafe, diffus'd infection of a man, Glo. Fairer than tongue can name thee, let me have Some patient leifure to excufe my self. Anne. Fouler than heart can think thee, Thou canst make no excufe that will be currant, Glo. By fuch defpair I fhould accuse my self. That didft unworthy flaughter upon others. Glo. Say, that I flew them not. Anne. Then fay, they were not flain: But dead they are, and, devilifh flave, by thee. Anne. Why then he is alive. Glo. Nay, he is dead, and flain by Edward's hands. Anne. In thy foul throat thou ly'ft. Queen Margret faw Thy murd'rous faulchion fmoaking in his blood: The The which thou once didft bend against her breaft, Glo. I was provoked by her fland'rous tongue, Glo. I grant ye. Anne. Doft grant me, hedge-hog? then God grant me too, 'Thou may'ft be damned for that wicked deed! O, he was gentle, mild and virtuous. Glo. The fitter for the King of heav'n that hath him. Anne. He is in heav'n, where thou fhalt never come. Glo. Let him thank me that help'd to fend him thither; For he was fitter for that place than earth. Anne. And thou unfit for any place but hell. Glo. Yes, one place elfe, if you will hear me name it. Glo. Your bed-chamber. Anne. Ill reft betide the chamber where thou lyeft! I Glo. And I know fo. But, gentle Lady Anne, To leave this keen encounter of our wits, And fall fomething into a flower method: As blameful as the executioner? Anne.Thou waft the caufe, and most accurft 2 'th' effect.` 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 fweet bofom. Anne. If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide, These nails fhould rend that beauty from my cheeks. Glo. Thefe eyes could not endure that beauty's wreck, You should not blemish it, if I ftood by ; As As all the world is cheered by the fun, So I by that, it is my day, my life. Anne. Black night o'er-fhade thy day, and death thy life! To be reveng❜d on him that loveth thee. Anne. It is a quarrel just and reasonable, Anne. His better doth not breathe upon the earth. Glo. Plantagenet. Anne. Why, that was he. Glo. The felf-fame name, but one of better nature. Glo. Here: why doft thou fpit at me? [She fpits at him. My My manly eyes did fcorn an humble tear: And what these forrows could not thence exhale, My tongue could never learn sweet smoothing words; My proud heart fues, and prompts my tongue to fpeak. I lay it naked to the deadly stroke, And humbly beg the death upon my knee. [He lays his breast open, he offers at it with his fword. Nay, do not paufe; for I did kill King Henry; But 'twas thy beauty that provoked me. Nay, now difpatch: 'twas I that stabb'd young Edward; But 'twas thy heav'nly face that fet me on. Take up [She falls the fword. the fword again, or take up me. Anne. Arife, diffembler; though I wish thy death, I will not be thy executioner, Glo. Then bid me kill my felf, and I will do it. Glo. That was in thy rage: Speak it again, and even with thy word, This hand, which for thy love, did kill thy love, To both their deaths fhalt thou be acceffary. Glo. 'Tis figur'd in my tongue. Anne. |