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With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and THE three parts of King Henry VI. are suspected, by

Montague,

That in their chains fetter'd the king、y lion,
And made the forest tremble when they roar'd.
Thus have re swept suspicion from our seat,
And made our footstool of security.—
Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy:
Young Ned, for thee, thine uncles, and myself,
Have in our armours watch'd the winter's night;
'Went all a foot in summer's scalding heat,
That thou might'st repossess the crown in peace;
Ana of our labours thou shalt reap the gain.
Glo. I'll blast his harvest, if your head were laid;
For yet I am not look'd on in the world.
This shoulder was ordain'd so thick, to heave;
And heave it shall some weight, or break my back:--
Work thou the way,-and thou shalt execute.1

K. Edw. Clarence, and Gloster, love my lovely

queen;

Mr. Theobald, of being supposititious, and are declared by Dr. Warburton, to be certainly not Shakspeare's. Mr. Theobald's suspicion arises from some obsolete words; but the phraseology is like the rest of the au thor's style; and single words, of which, however, I do not observe more than two, can conclude little.

Dr. Warburton gives no reason; but I suppose him to judge upon deeper principles and more comprehensive views, and to draw his opinion from the general effect and spirit of the composition, which he thinks inferior to the other historical plays.

From mere inferiority nothing can be inferred in the productions of wit there will be inequality. Sometimes judgment will err, and sometimes the matter itself will defeat the artist. Of every author's works, one will be the best, and one will be the worst. The colours are not equally pleasing, nor the attitudes equally graceful, in all the pictures of Titian or Reynolds. Dissimilitude of style and heterogeneousness of sen. [Aside.timent, may sufficiently show that a work does not really belong to the reputed author. But in these plays no such marks of spuriousness are found. The diction, the ver sification, and the figures, are Shakspeare's. These plays, considered, without regard to characters and incidents, merely as narratives in verse, are more happily conceived, and more accurately finished than those of King John, King Richard II. or the tragic scenes of King Henry IV. and V. If we take these plays from Shakspeare, to whom shall they be given? What author of that age had the same easiness of expression and fluency of numbers ?*

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And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both.
Clar. The duty, that I owe unto your majesty,
I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe.

K. Edw. Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy bro-
ther, thanks.2

• Glo. And, that I love the tree from whence thou sprang'st,

Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit: To say the truth, so Judas kiss'd his master; 'And cried-all hail! when as he meant

all harm.

Of these three plays I think the second is the best. Aside. The truth is, that they have not sufficient variety of action, for the incidents are too often of the same kind; yet many of the characters are well discriminated. King Henry, and his Queen, King Edward, the Duke of Gloster, and the Earl of Warwick, are very strongly and distinctly painted.

K. Edw. Now am I seated as my soul delights,
Having my country's peace, and brothers' loves.
Clar. What will your grace have done with Mar-
garet?

Reignier, her father, to the king of France
Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem,
And hither have they sent it for her ransom.

K. Edw. Away with her, and wait her hence to
France.

And now what rests, but that we spend the time
With stately triumphs, mirthful comic shows,
Such as befit the pleasures of the court?
Sound, drums and trumpets!--farewell, sour annoy!
For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy. [Ereunt.
1 Gloucester may be supposed to touch his head and
look significantly at his hand.

2 The old quarto play appropriates this line to the queen. The first and second folio, by mistake, have given it to Clarence. In Steevens's copy of the second folio, which had belonged to King Charles the First, his majesty had erased Cla. and written King in its stead. Shakspeare, therefore, in the catalogue of his restorers, may boast a royal name

The old copies of the two latter parts of King Henry VI. and of King Henry V. are so apparently mutilated and imperfect, that there is no reason for supposing them the first draughts of Shakspeare. I am inclined to believe them copies taken by some auditor, who wrote down during the representation what the time would permit; then, perhaps, filled up some of his omissions at a second or third hearing, and, when he had by this method formed something like a play, sent it to the printer. JOHNSON.

* This note by Dr. Johnson has been preserved not withstanding the full answer to his argument which 19 given in the abstract of Malone's dissertation prefixed to these plays, which discriminates between what is and what is not from the hand of our great poet. 'No fraudulent copyist (says Malone) or short-hand writer would have invented circumstances totally different from those which appear in Shakspeare's new modelled draughts as exhibited in the folio, or insert whole speeches of which scarcely a trace is to be found in that edition

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THE LIFE AND DEATH OF

KING RICHARD THE THIRD.

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PRELIMINARY REMARKS.

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HIS Tragedy, though called in the original edition | "The Life and Death of King Richard the Third,' comprises only fourteen years. The second scene commences with the funeral of King Henry VI, who is said to have been murdered on the 21st of May, 1471. imprisonment of Clarence, which is represented previously in the first scene, did not, in fact, take place till

1477-8.

Several dramas on the present story had been written before Shakspeare attempted it. There was a Latin play on the subject, by Dr. Legge, which had been acted at St. John's College, Oxford, some time before the year 1588. And a childish imitation of it, by one Henry Lacey, exists in MS. in the British Museum; (MSS. Harl. No. 6926;) it is dated 1586. In the books of the Stationers' Company are the following entries:- Aug. 15, 1596, A Tragical Report of King Richard the Third: a ballad.' June 19, 1594, Thomas Creede made the following entry: 'An enterlude, intitled the Tragedie of Richard the Third, wherein is shown the Deathe of Edward the Fourthe, with the Smotheringe of the Two Princes in the Tower, with the lamentable Ende of Shore's Wife, and the Contention of the Two Houses of Lancaster and Yorke.' A single copy of this ancient Interlude, which Mr. Boswell thinks was written by the author of Locrine, unfortunately wanting the title-page, and a few lines at the beginning, was in the collection of Mr. Rhodes, of Lyon's Inn, who liberally allowed Mr. Boswell to print it in the last Variorum edition of Shakspeare.* It appears evidently to have been read and used by Shakspeare. In this, as in other instances, the bookseller was probably induced to publish the old play, in consequence of the success of the new one in performance, and before it had yet got into print.

Shakspeare's play was first entered at Stationers' Hall, Oct. 20, 1597, by Andrew Wise; and was then published with the following title:-The Tragedy of King Richard the Third: Containing his treacherous Plots against his Brother Clarence; and the pitiful Murther of his innocent Nephewes; his tyrannical Usurpation: with the whole course of his detested Life, and most deserved Death. As it hath been lately acted by the Right Honourable the Lord Chamberlaine his servants. Printed by Valentine Sims, for William Wise, 1597.' It was again reprinted, in 4to, in 1598, 1602, 1612 r 1613, 1622, and twice in 1629.

This play was probably written in the year 1593 or 1594. One of Shakspeare's Richards, and most probably this, is alluded to in the Epigrams of John Weever, published in 1599; but which must have been written in 1595.

AD GULIELMUN SHAKESPEARE. Houle-tong'd Shakespeare, when I saw thine issue, I swore Apollo got them, and none other: Their rosie-tainted features clothed in tissue, Some heaven-born goddesse said to be their mother. Rose cheeckt Adonis with his amber tresses, Faire fire-hot Venus charming him to love her, Chaste Lucretia, virgine-like her dresses, Proud lust-stung Tarquine, seeking still to prove her, Romeo, Richard, more whose names I know not, Their sugred tongues and power attractive beauty,

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* A complete copy of Creed's edition of this curious Interlude, (which upon comparison proved to be a different impression from that in Mr. Rhodes's collection,) was sold by auction by Mr. Evans very lately. The title was as follows: The true Tragedie of Richard the Third, wherein is showne the death of Edward the Fourth, with the smothering of the two yoong Princes in the Tower: With a lamentable end of Shore's wife, an example for all wicked women; and lastly, the conjunction of the two noble Houses Lancaster and Yorke, as it was playd by the Queenes Maiesties players. London, printed by Thomas Creede; and are to be sold by William Barley at his shop in Newgate Market, neare Christ Church door, 1594; 4to.' It is a circumstance sufficiently remarkable that but a single copy of each of the two editions of this piece should be known to exist.

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Say they are saints, althogh that saints they slew rot, For thousand vowes to them subjective dutie, They burn in love thy children Shakspeare let them, Go wo thy muse more nymphish brood beget them. 27th Epig. 4th Weeke The character of Richard had been in part developed in the last parts of King Henry VI. where, Schlegel ob serves, his first speeches lead us already to form the most unfavourable prognostications respecting him he lowers obliquely like a thunder-cloud on the horizon, which gradually approaches nearer and nearer, and first pours out the elements of devastation with which it is charged when it hangs over the heads of mortals.' 'The other characters of the drama are of too secondary a nature to excite a powerful sympathy; but in the back ground the widowed Queen Margaret appears as the fury of the past, who calls forth the curse on the future: every calamity which her enemies draw down on each other, is a cordial to her revengeful heart. Other female voices join, from time to time, in the lamentations and imprecations. But Richard is the soul, or rather the demon, of the whole tragedy, and fulfils the promise which he formerly made to

set the murderous Machiavel to school.' Besides the uniform aversion with which he inspires us, he occupies us in the greatest variety of ways, by his profound skill in dissimulation, his wit, his prudence, his presence of mind, his quick activity, and his valour. He fights at last against Richmond like a desperado, and dies the honourable death of the hero on the field of battle.'-But Shakspeare has satisfied our moral feelings:-'He shows us Richard in his last moments already branded with the stamp of reprobation. We see Richard and Richmond on the night before battle sleep. ing in their tents; the spirits of those murdered by the tyrant, ascend in succession and pour out their curses against him, and their blessings on his adversary. These apparitions are, properly, merely the dreams of the two generals made visible. It is no doubt contrary to sensible probability, that their cents should only be separated by so small a space; but Shakspeare could reckon on poetical spectators, who were ready to take the breadth of the stage for the distance between the two camps, if, by such a favour, they were to be recom pensed by beauties of so sublime a nature as this series of spectres, and the soliloquy of Richard on his awaking.'‡

Steevens, in part of a note, which I have thought it best to omit, observed that the favour with which the tragedy has been received on the stage in modern times 'must in some measure be imputed to Cibber's reformation of it.' The original play was certainly too long for representation, and there were parts which might, with advantage, have been omitted in representation, as 'dramatic encumbrances;' but such a clumsy piece of patchwork as the performance of Cibber, was surely any thing but 'judicious ;' and it is only surprising, that the taste which has led to other reformations in the performance of our great dramatic poet's works, has not given to the stage a judicious abridgment of this tragedy in his own words, unencumbered with the superfluous transpositions and gratuitous additions which have been so long inflicted upon us.

ley. The title is as follows:-'Epigrammes in the old est Cut and newest Fashion. A twise seven Houres. (in so many Weekes) Studie. No longer (like the Fashion) not unlike to continue. The first seven, John Weever. Sit voluisse sit valuisse. At London: printed by V. S. for Thomas Bushele; and are to be sold at his shop, at the great north doore of Paules. 1599. 12o.* There is a portrait of the author, engraved by Cecill, prefixed. According to the date upon this print, Weever was then twenty-three years old; but he tells us, in some introductory stanzas, that when he wrote the Epigrams, which compose the volume, he was not twenty years old; that he was one

That twenty twelvemonths yet did never know.' Consequently, these Epigrams must have been writter in 1595.

. Schlegel's Lectures r. Dramatic Literature, vol. i'

This very curious little volume, which is supposed he unique, is in the possession of Mr Comb, of Hen- | p. 246

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SCENE I. London. A Street. Enter GLOSTER. About a prophecy, which says-that G

Gloster.

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun1 of York;
And all the clouds, that lour'd upon our house,
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;2
Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.3
Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front;
And now,-instead of mounting barbed steeds,
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,—
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber,
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute."

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But I,—that am not shap'd for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty,
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable,
That dogs bark at me, as I halt by them ;-
Why I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time;
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun,
And descant on mine own deformity;
And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover,
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,—
I am determined to prove a villain,
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Plots have I laid, inductions" dangerous,
By drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams,
To set my brother Clarence, and the king,
In deadly hate the one against the other:
And, if King Edward be as true and just,

1 The cognizance of Edward IV. was a sun, in memory of the three suns which are said to have appeared at the battle which he gained over the Lancastrians at Mortimer's Cross.

2 Made glorious by his manly chivalry,
With bruised arms and wreaths of victory.'
Rape of Lucrece.

8 Dances.

As I am subtle, false, and treacherous,
This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up;
Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be.8
Dive, thoughts, down to my soul! here Clarence

comes.

Enter CLARENCE, guarded, and BRAKENBURY. Brother, good day: What means this armed guard, That waits upon your grace? Clar. His majesty, Tendering my person's safety, hath appointed This conduct to convey me to the Tower. Glo. Upon what cause? Clar.

Because my name is—George. Glo. Alack, my lord, that fault is none of yours; He should, for that, commit your godfathers: O, belike, his majesty hath some intent, That you shall be new christen'd in the Tower. But what's the matter, Clarence? may I know? Clar. Yea, Richard, when I know; for, I protest, As yet I do not: But, as I can learn, He hearkens after prophecies, and dreams And from the cross-row plucks the letter G And says-a wizard told him, that by G His issue disinherited should be; And, for my name of George begins with G, It follows in his thought, that I am he: These, as I learn, and such like toys as these, Have mov'd his highness to commit me now.

Glo. Why, this it is, when men are rul'd by wo

men:

'Tis not the king, that sends you to the Tower;
My Lady Grey, his wife, Clarence, 'tis she,
That tempers him to this extremity.
Was it not she, and that good man of worship,
Antony Woodeville, her brother there,
That made him send Lord Hastings to the Tower ·
From whence this present day he is deliver'd?
We are not safe, Clarence, we are not safe.

Clar. By heaven, I think, there is no man secure,

Legend of the Death of King Richard III. in the Mirror for Magistrates, evidently imitated from Shakspeare.

6 Feature is proportion, or beauty, in general. By dissembling is not meant hypocritical nature, that pretends one thing and does another; but nature, that puts together things of a dissimilar kind, as a brave soul and | a deformed body.

7 Preparations for mischief.

4 i. e. steeds caparisoned or clothed in the trappings 8 This is from Holinshed. Philip de Comines says of war The word is properly barded, from equus bar-that the English at that time were never unfurnished datus, Latin of the middle ages.

with some prophecy or other. by which they accounted for every event.

5 'Is the warlike sound of drum and trump turned to the soft noise of lyre and lute? The neighing of barbed 9 i. e. fancies, freaks of imagination. steeds, whose loudness filled the air with terror, and 10 i. e. frames his temper, moulds it to this extre whose breaths dimmed the sun with smoke, converted mity. This word is often used in the same figurative to delicate tunes and amorous glances.'-Lyly's Alex-sense by Spenser and other contemporaries of Shak ander and Campaspe, 1584. There is a passage in the speare. M

But the queen's kindred, and night-walking heralds
That trudge betwixt the king and Mistress Shore.
Heard you not, what an humble suppliant
Lord Hastings was to her for his delivery?
Glo. Humbly complaining to her deity
my lord chamberlain his liberty.

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I'll tell you what,-I think, it is our way,
If we will keep in favour with the king,
To be her men, and wear her livery:
The jealous o'er-worn widow, and herself,'
Since that our brother dubb'd them gentlewomen,
Are mighty gossips in this monarchy.

Brak. I beseech your graces both to pardon me ;
His majesty hath straitly given in charge,
That no man shall have private conference,
Of what degree soever with his brother.

Glo. Even so? an please your worship, Braken-
bury,

You may partake of any thing we say:
We speak no treason, man;-We say, the king
Is wise and virtuous; and his noble queen
Well struck in years;2 fair, and not jealous :
We say, that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot,
A cherry lip,

A bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongue;
And that the queen's kindred are made gentlefolks:
How say you, sir? can you deny all this?
Brak. With this, my lord, myself have nought
to do.

Glo. Naught to do with mistress Shore? I tell
thee, fellow,

He that doth naught with her, excepting one,
Were best to do it secretly, alone.

Brak. What one, my lord?

Glo. Her husband, knave:-Would'st thou betray me?

Bruk. I beseech your grace to pardon me; and,
withal,

Forbear your conference with the noble duke.
Clar. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and
will obey.3

Glo. We are the queen's abjects,4 and must obey.
Brother, farewell: I will unto the king;
And whatsoever you will employ me in,-
Were it, to call king Edward's widow-sister,-

I will perform it to enfranchise you.
Mean time, this deep disgrace in brotherhood,
Touches me deeper than you can imagine.

Clar. I know it pleaseth neither of us well.
Glo. Well, your imprisonment shall not be long;
I will deliver you, or else lie for you:
Mean time, have patience.
Clar.

I must perforce; farewell.
[Exeunt CLARENCE, BRAKENBURY, and

Guard.
Glo. Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er re-

turn,

Simple, plain Clarence !-I do love thee so,
That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven,
If heaven will take the present at our hands.
But who comes here? the new-deliver'd Hastings?
Enter HASTINGS.

Hast. Good time of day unto my gracious lord!
Glo. As much unto my good lord chamberlain!
Well are you welcome to this open air.
How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment?
Hast. With patience, noble lord, as prisoners

must:

But I shall live, my lord, to give them thanks,
That were the cause of my imprisonment.

1 The Queen and Shore.

2 This odd expression was preceded by equally singular, expressing what we now call vanced age.'

others an

Glo. No doubt, no doubt; and so shall Clarence
too;

For they, that were your enemies, are his,
And have prevail'd as much on him, as you.
Hast. More pity that the eagle should be mew'd,
While kites and buzzards prey at liberty.

Glo. What news abroad?

Hast. No news so bad abroad as this at home
The king is sickly, weak, and melancholy,
And his physicians fear him mightily.

Glo. Now, by Saint Paul, this news is bad in
deed.

O, 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?

He is.

Hast.
Glo. Go you before, and I will follow you.
[Exit HASTINGS.

He cannot live, I hope; and must not die
Till George be pack'd with posthorse up to heaven.
I'll in, to urge his hatred more to Clarence,
With lies well steel'd with weighty arguments;
And, if I fail not in my deep intent,
Clarence hath not another day to live:
Which done, God take King Edward to his mercy,

And leave the world for me to bustle in!
For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter:
What though I kill'd her husband, and her father?
The readiest way to make the wench amends,
Is-to become her husband, and her father:
The which will I; not all so much for love,
As for another secret close intent,

By marrying her, which I must reach unto.
But yet I run before my horse to market:
Clarence still breathes; Edward still lives, and
reigns ;

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When they are gone, then must I count my gains. [Exit.

SCENE II. The same. 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 a while obsequiously lament
The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster-
Poor keycold figure of a holy king!
Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster!
Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood '
Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost,
To hear the lamentations of poor Anne,
Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughter'd son,
Stabb'd by the self-same hand that made these

wounds!

Lo, in these windows, that let forth thy life,
I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes :-
O, cursed be the hand that made these holes!
Cursed the heart, that had the heart to do it!
Cursed the blood, that let this blood from hence '
That makes us wretched by the death of thee,
More direful hap betide that hated wretch,
Than I can wish to adders, spiders, toads,
Or any creeping venom'd thing that lives!
Prodigious, and untimely brought to light,
If ever he have child, abortive be it,
Whose ugly and unnatural aspect

To lie signified anciently to reside, or remain in a place,
as appears by many instances in these volumes.

and being confined therein, while moulting, was meta6 A mew was a place in which falcons were kept, ad-phorically used for any close place or places of confine. ment. The verb to mew was formed from the substan tive.

3 This and the three preceding speeches were probably all designed for prose. It is at any rate impossible that this line could have been intended for metre.

4 i. e the lowest of her subjects. This substantive is found in Psalm xxxv. 15:- Yea the very abjects came together against me unawares, making mouths at me, and ceased not.'

5 He means, or else be imprisoned in your stead'

7 Lady Anne, the betrothed widow of Edward prince
of Wales. See King Henry VI. Part III
8 Funereal.

which it is composed, was often employed to stop any
9 A key, on account of the coldness of the metal of
writers.
slight bleeding. The epithet is common to many old

May fright the hopeful mother at the view;
And that be heir to his unhappiness!1
If ever he have wife, let her be made
More miserable by the death of him,

Than I am made by my young lord, and thee!-
Come, now, toward Chertsey with your holy load,
Taken from Paul's to be interred there
;
And, still as you are weary of the weight,
Rest you, whilst I lament King Henry's corpse.

[The Bearers take up the Corpse, and advance.
Enter GLOSter.

Glo. Stay you, that bear the corse, and set it down.

Anne. What black magician conjures up this fiend,

To stop devoted charitable deeds?

Glo. Villains, set down the corse; or, by Saint Paul,

'll make a corse of him that disobeys.2

1 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,
Fill'd it with cursing cries, and deep exclaims.
If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds,
Behold this pattern3 of thy butcheries ;-
O, gentlemen, see, see! dead Henry's wounds
Open their congeal'd mouths, and bleed afresh !4-
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,
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.Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman, Of these supposed evils, to give me leave, By circumstance, but to acquit myself.

Anne. Vouchsafe, diffus'd' infection of a man, For these known evils, but to give me leave, By circumstance, to curse thy cursed self. Glo. Fairer than tongue can name thee, let me

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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 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 foul throat thou liest; Queen Margaret saw

Thy murderous falchion smoking in his blood;
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,
That laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders.
Anne. Thou wast provoked by thy bloody mind,
That never dreamt on aught but butcheries:
Didst thou not kill this king?
Glo.
I grant ye.
Anne. Dost grant me, hedgehog? then, God grant

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wreck,

You should not blemish it, if I stood by ;
As all the world is cheered by the sun,
So I 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,

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.

the reason. The opinion seems to be derived from the ancient Swedes, or northern nations, from whom we descended; for they practised this method of trial in dubious cases. See Pitt's Allas; Sweden, p. 20.

5 Diffus'd anciently signified dark, obscure, strange, uncouth, or confused.

6 i. e. the crime of my brothers. He has just charged the murder of Lady Anre's husband on Edward

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