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Anne. In thy foul throat thou ly'ft. Queen Margret faw
Thy murd'rous faulchion fmoaking in his blood:
Glo. I was provoked by her fland'rous tongue,
Glo. I grant ye.
Anne. Doft grant me, hedge-hog? Then God grant
Thou may'st be damned for that wicked deed!
Glo. The fitter for the King of Heav'n, that hath
Anne. He is in heav'n, where thou shalt 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. Anne. Some dungeon.
Glo. Your bed-chamber.
Anne. Ill Reft betide the chamber where thou lyeft!
Glo. I know fo.But, gentle lady Anne,
Anne. Thou waft the caufe, and moft accurft ef
-] The crime of my brothers.
(4) That laid their guilt He has juft charged the murder of lady Anne's husband upon Edward
(5) Thou waft the caufe, and most accurft effect,] Effect, for executioner. He afks, was not the caufer as ill as the executio
Glo. Your beauty was the caufe of that effect;
So I might live one hour in your fweet bofom.
You should not blemish it, if I ftood by ;
Anne. Black night o'erfhade thy day, and death thy life!
Glo. Curfe not thyfelf, fair creature: thou art both. Anne. I would I were, to be reveng'd on thee.
Glo. It is a quarrel moft unnatural,
To be reveng'd on him that loveth thee.
Anne. His better doth not breath upon the earth.
Anne. Why, that was he.
Glo The felf-fame name, but one of better, nature. Anne. Where is he?
Glo. Here: [She fpits at bim] Why doft thou fpit at me?
'Anne. Would it were mortal poifon for thy fake! Glo. Never came poifon from fo fweet a place. Anne. Never hung poifon on a fouler toad.
ner? She answers, Thou waft both. But, for caufer, ufing the word, caufe, this led her to the word effect, for execution, or executioner. But the Oxford Editor troubling himself with nothing of this, will make a fine oratorical period of it. Thou waft the caufe, and most accurft th' effect!
WARBURTON. I cannot but be rather of Sir T. Hanmer's opinion than Dr. Warburton's, because effect is ufed immediately in its common fenfe, in answer to this line.
-Out of my fight! thou doft infect mine eyes.
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 speak.
If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive,
I lay it naked to the deadly stroke,
And humbly beg the death upon my knee.
[He lays his breaft open, fbe offers at it with his sword. Nay, do not paufe; for I did kill King Henry;
(6) they kill me with a living death.] In imitation of this paffage, and I fuppofe of a thousand more;
-a living death I bear,
Says Dapper wit, and funk befide bis chair.
(7) Thefe eyes which never, &c.] The twelve following beau tiful lines added after the first editions.
They were added with many more.
But 'twas thy beauty that provok'd me. (8) Nay, now difpatch: 'twas I that ftabb'd ward;
But 'twas thy heavenly face that fet me on.
[She lets fall the fword. Take up 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 myfelf, and I will do it.
Glo. That was in thy rage:
Speak it again, and even with thy word,
Glo. 'Tis figur'd in my tongue.
Anne. Well, well, put up your fword.
Anne All men, I hope, live fo.
Glo. Vouchfafe to wear this ring.
[She puts on the ring
Look, how my ring encompaffeth thy finger,
Glo. That it may please you leave thefe fad defigns
(8) But 'twas thy beauty] Shakespeare countenances the obfervation, that no woman can ever be offended with the mention of her beauty.
(9)-Crosby-place:] A houfe near Bifbopfgate-ftreet belonging to the Duke of Gloucester.
At Chertsey monaft'ry this noble King,
For divers unknown reafons, I beseech you,
Anne. With all my heart, and much it joys me too, To fee you are become fo penitent.
Traffel and Barkley, go along with me.
Glo. Bid me farewel.
Anne. 'Tis more than you deferve:
But fince you teach me how to flatter you,
[Exeunt two with Anne.
Glo. Sirs, take up the coarse.
Gent. Towards Chertfey, noble Lord?
Glo. No, to White-Fryars, there attend my coming.
[Exeunt with the Coarfe.
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.
With God, her confcience, and these bars against me,
But the plain devil and diffembling looks:
And yet to win her-All the world to nothing!.
Hath fhe forgot already that brave Prince,
Edward, her Lord, whom I, fome three months fince, Stabb'd in my angry mood at Teuksbury?
A fweeter and a lovelier gentleman,
Fram'd in the prodigality of nature, (1)
Young, wife, and valiant, and, no doubt, right roy
(1) Fram'd in the prodigality of nature,] i. e. when nature was in a prodigal or lavish mood. (2) and, no doubt, right royal,] Of the degree of royalty belonging to Henry the fixth there could be no doubt, nor could Richard have mentioned it with any fuch hesitation; he