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Anne. Thou wast the cause, and most accurs'd effect.
Glo. Your beauty was the cause of that effect;
Anne. If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide,
wreck; You should not blemish it, if I stood by : As all the world is cheered by the sun, So 1 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,
Anne. It is a quarrel just and reasonable,
Glo. He, that bereft thee, lady, of thy husband,
Anne. His better doth not breathe upon the earth.
at me? 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, have 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,Not, when my father York and Edward wept, To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made, When black-fac'd Clifford shook his sword at him: Nor when thy warlike father, like a child, Told the sad story of my father's death; And twenty times made pause, to sob, and weep, That all the standers-by had wet their cheeks, Like trees bedash'd by rain : in that sad time, My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear; And what these sorrows could not thence exhale, Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. I never su'd to friend, nor enemy; My tongue could never learn sweet soothing word; But now thy beauty is propos'd my fee, My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to speak.
[She looks scornfully at him. Teach not thy lip such scorn; for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt. If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive, Lo! here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword; Which if thou please to hide in this true breast,
And let the soul forth that adoreth thee,
[He lays his breast open ; she offers at it with his
sword. Nay, do not pause; for I did kill king Henry ;But 'twas thy beauty that provoked me. Nay, now despatch; 'twas 1, that stabb’d young Ed
[She again offers at his breast. But 'twas thy heavenly face that set me on.
[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 me kill myself, and I will do it.
Glo. That was in thy rage:
Anne. I would, I knew thy heart.
Glo. 'Tis figur’d in My tongue.
Anne. I fear me, both are false.
Glo. Then man
Anne. Well, well, put up your sword.
Anne. That shall you know
Glo. But shall I live in hope?
Anne. All men,
Glo. Vouchsafe to wear this ring.
[She puts on the ring.
Anne. What is it?
Glo. That it may please you leave these sad designs To him, that hath more cause to be a mourner, And presently repair to Crosby-place: Where-after I have solemnly interr’d, At Chertsey monast'ry, this noble king, And wet his grave with my repentant tears,I will with all expedient duty see you: For divers unknown reasons, I beseech you, Grant me this boon.
Anne. With all my heart; and much it joys me too,
Glo. Bid me farewell.
deserve: But, since you teach me how to flatter you, Imagine I have said farewell already.
[Exeunt Lady Anne, Tressel, and BERKLEY. Glo. Take up the corse, sirs. Gent. Towards Chertsey, noble lord :
Glo. No, to While-Friars; there attend my coming.
[Eseunt the rest, with the corse. 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. What! I, that kill'd her husband, and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by; With God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks, And yet to win her,-all the world to nothing ! Ha ! Hath she forgot already that brave prince, Edward, her lord, whom I, some three months since, Stabb’d in niy angry mood at Tewksbury; A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman, Fram'd in the prodigality of nature, Young, valiant, wise, and, no doubt, right royal,The spacious world cannot again afford : And will she yet abase her eyes on me, That cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet prince, And made her widow to a woful bed ? On me, whose all not equals Edward's moiety ! On me, that halt, and am mis-shapen thus ! My dukedom to a beggarly denier, I do mistake my person all this while: Upon my life, she finds, although I cannot, Myself to be a marvellous proper man. I'll be at charges for a looking-glass; And entertain a score or two of tailors,