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And spurn upon thee, beggar, for thy boldness.
[The Bearers set down the Coffin. Anne. What, do you tremble? are you all afraid? Alas, I blame you not; for you are mortal, in And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil. Avaunt, thou dreadful minister of hell! Thou hadst but power over his mortal body, His soul thou canst not have; therefore, be gone. Glo. Sweet saint, for charity, be not so curst. . Anne. Foul devil, for God's sake, hence, and trouble
, us not: For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell, Fill'd it with cursing cries, and deep exclaims. If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds, Behold this pattern of thy butcheriesO, gentlemen, see, see! dead Henry's wounds. Open their congeal'd mouths, and bleed afresh! . . Blush, blush, thou lump' of foul deformity; ;, For 'tis thy presence that exhales this blood From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells; Thy deed, inhuman and unnatural, .' Provokes this deluge most unnatural. O God, which this blood mad'st, revenge his death! O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge his death! Either, heaven, with lightning strike the murderer dead, Or, earth, gape open wide, and eat him quick; As'thou dost swallow up this good king's blood, i Which bis 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 :
Anne. Vouchsafe, diffus'd infection of a man,
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 No excuse current, but to hang thyself.: make 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 upor 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 Thy murderous faulchion smoking in his blood; (saw 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,
Anne. Thou wast provoked by thy bloody mind,
PP! I grant ye. i' .
Anné. And thou, unfit for any place but hell. Glo. Yes, one place else, if you will hear me name it. Anne. Some dungeon.' Glo. in . Your bed-chamber. Anne. Ill rest betide the chamber where thou liest! Glo. So will it, madam, till I lie with you. Anne. I hope so. Glo.. I know so.-But, gentle lady Anne, To leave this keen encounter of our wits, And fall somewhat into a slower method;
Is not the causer of the timeless deaths ?"
Anne. Thou wast the cause, and most accurs' effect.
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: ''! As all the world is cheered by the syn, So I by that; it is my day, my life.
life! Anne. Black night o'ersbade thy day, and death thy . 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, i'! 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. Naine him.' Glo.
Why, that was he. Glo. The self-same name, but one of better riature. Anne. Where is he?
[spit at me? Glo. Here: [She spits at him] Why dost thou 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, bave 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,-
. ". TShe looks scornfully at him.
.. his Sword. Nay, do not pause : for I did kill king Henry; But 'twas thy beauty that provoked me. , Nay, now despatch'; 'twas I that stabb'd young Ed
ward;- ;! [She again offers at his Breust. But 'twas thy heavenly face that set me on.".
ni (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 mę kill myself, and I will do it. Anne. I have already. Glo. . ...,: That was in thy rage: Speak it again, and, even with the word, This hand, which, for thy love, did kill ihy love,
Shall, for thy love, kill a far truer love;
Anne. I would, I knew thy heart.,
My tongue. Anne. I fear me, both are false. Glo. Then meni
Were never true.
I hope, live so.
Glo. Look, how this ring encompasseth Lhy finger,
Anne. What is it?
Anne. With all my heart? and much it joys me too,
'Tis more than you deserve :
[Exeunt Lady Anne, Tressel, and Berkley.