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Glo. Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's
hand. ANNE. In thy soul's throat thou liest; queen
Margaret saw Thy murderous faulchion 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
I grant ye.
grant me too, Thou may'st be damned for that wicked deed! 0, he was gentle, mild, and virtuous. Glo. The fitter for the King of heaven that
hath him. ANNE. He is in heaven, where thou shalt
Glo. Let him thank me, that holp to send
ANNE. And thou unfit for any place, but hell.
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 Of these Plantagenets, Henry, and Edward, As blameful as the executioner? ANNE. Thou wast the cause, and most ac
curs'd effect. Glo. Your beauty was the cause of that effect; Your beauty, which did haunt me in my sleep, To undertake the death of all the world, So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom.
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 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
the earth. Glo. He lives that loves you better than he
could. ANNE. Name him.
Why that was he. Glo. The self-same name, but one of better
nature. ANNE. Where is he? Glo. Here: [She spits at him] Why
dost thou spit 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-faced 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 with 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
But now thy beauty is propos'd my fee,
speak. [She looks scornfully at him.
with 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
Edward: [She again offers at his breast. But 'twas thy heavenly face that set me on.
[She lets fall the sword. Take
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. ANNE. I have already. GLO.
That was in thy rage :
ANNE. I would, I knew thy heart.
'Tis figur'd in My tongue.
ANNE. I fear me, both are false.
Then man Was never true.
ANNE. Well, well, put up your sword.
GLO. But shall I live in hope ?
GLO. Vouchsafe to wear this ring.
[She puts on the ring. GLO. Look, how this ring encompasseth thy
ANNE. What is it?
me too, To see you are become so penitent.Tressel, and Berkley, go along with me.
GLO. Bid me farewell.