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And the queen's kindred are made gentlefolks:
Brak. With this, my lord, myself have nought to do.
Glo. Naught to do with mistress Shore? I tell thee, He that doth naught with her, excepting one, (fellow, Were best to do it secretly, alone.
Brak. What one, my lord ?
Brak. I beseech your grace to pardon me; and, withal, Forbear your conference with the noble duke. [obey.
Clar. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and will
Glo. We are the queen's abjects, and must obey.
Clar. I know it pleaseth neither of us well.
Glo. Well, your imprisonment shall not be long;
I must perforce; farewell.
Glo. As much unto my good lord chamberlain!
Hast. With patience, noble lord, as prisoners must :
Glo. No doubt, no doubt; and so shall Clarence too; For they, that were your enemies, are bis, And have prevail'd as much on him, as you.
Hast. More pity, that the eagle should be mew'l, While kites and buzzards prey at liberty.
Glo. What news abroad?
Hast. No news so bad abroad, as this at home :-
Glo. Now, by saint Paul, this news is bad indeed, 0, he hath kept an evil diet long, And over-much consum'd his royal person; "Tis very grievous to be thought upon. What, is he in his bed? Hast.
[Erit. SCENE II. The sume. Another Street. Enter the Corpse of King Henry the Sixth, borne in
an open Coffin; Gentlemen bearing Halberds, to guard it; and LADY ANNE, as Mourner. Anne. Set down, set down your honourable load,-If honour may be shrouded in a hearse, Whilst I awhile obsequiously lament
The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster.---
Anne. What black magician conjures up this fiend, To stop devoted charitable deeds ?
Glo. Villains, set down the corse; or, by saint Patil, I'll make a corse of him that disobeys.
Gent. My lord, stand back, and let the coffin pass. Glo. Unmanner'd dog! stand thou when I command: Advance thy halberd higher than my breast, Or, by saint Paul, I'll strike thee to my foot,
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, 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, Filld it with cursing cries, and deep exclaims. If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds, Behold this pattern of thy butcheries: O, 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 thoa 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 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. Anne. O wonderful, when devils tell the truth!
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 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;
Glo. Say, that I slew them not?
Why then, they are not dead : But dead they are, and, devilish slave, by thee.
Glo. I did not kill your husband.
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,
I grant ye.
Glo. Let him thank me, that holp to send him thither; For he was fitter for that place, than earth.
Anne. And thou, unfit for any place but hell.
I know so.-But, gentle lady Anne To leave this keen encounter of our wits, And fall somewhat into a slower method ;