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Glou Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er
That I will shortly send thy soul to heav'n,
comes here? the new-deliver's Hafa tings?
Enter Lord Hastings.
Haft. More pity, that the Eagle flould be mew'd,
Glou. What news abroad?
Has. No news lo bad abroad, as this at home; The King is fickly, weak and melancholy, 3 And his physicians fear him mightily.
Glou. Now, by St Paul, that news is bad indeed. * O, he hath kept an evil diet long,
And over-much consum'd his royal person :
The readiest way to make the wench amends,
Enter the corse' of Henry the Sixth, with halberds to guard it, Ludy Anne being the mourner,
Anne. Set down, fet down your honourable load, If honour may be shrouded in a herle; Whilft I awhile obfequiously lament Th’ untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster.
Poor key-cold figure of a holy King!
Moré miserable by the death of him
Enter Richard Duke of Gloucester.
Anne. What black magician conjures up this fiend,
Glou. Villains, set down the corfe; or, by St Paul,
Ger. My Lord, stand back, and let the coffin pass.
Anne. What do you tremble? are you all afraid ?
Glou. Sweet saint, for charity, be not to curft.
+ Pattern is instance, or example. Johnson. VOL. VI.
0. earth! which this blood drink'st, rever.ge his
death, Or Heav?n with lightning strike the murd'rer dead, Or earth gape open wide, and eat him quick; As thou doft swallow up this good King's blood, Which his hell-govern'd arm hath butchered!
Glou. Lady, you know no rules of charity, Which renders good for bad, ble slings for curses. Anne. Villain, thou-know'lt
law of God nor No beast fo fierce, but knows some touch of pity. Glou. But I know none, and therefore am no
beast. Anne. ( wonderful, when devils tell the truth !
Glou. More wonderful, when angels are fo angry. Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman, Of these supposed crimes to give me leave, By circumitance, but to acquit myself.
Anne Vouchsafe, diffus'd infection of a man, For these known evils but to give me leave, By circumstance, to curle thy cursed self.
Glou. Fairer than tongue can name thee, let me Some patient leisure to excuse myself. [have Anne. Fouler than heart can think thee, thou
canst make No excuse current, but to hang thyself.
Glou. By such despair I should accuse myself.
Anne. And by despairing shalt thou stand excus'd, For doing worthy vengeance or thyself, That didit unworthy slaughter upon others.
Glou. Say that I flew them not?
Anne. Then say they were not lain : But dead they are ; and, devilish slave, by thee. Glou. I did not kill
husband. Anne. Why, then he is alive. Glou. Nay, he is dead, and Nain by Edward's hands.
Anne In thy foul throat thou lý'ft. Queen MarThy murd'rous faulchion smoaking in his blood : The which thou once didft bend against her breast, But that thy brothers beat aside the point.
Glou. I was provoked by her sland'rous tongue, That laid their guilt upou my guiltless shoulders.
Anne. Thou wast provoked by thy bloody mind, That never dream'd on aught but butcheries : Didst thou not kill this King ?.
Glou. I grant ye.
grant me too,
hath him. Anne. He is in heav'n, where thou shalt never Glou. Let him thank me, that help'd to send him
Anne. And thou unfit for any place but hell.
Glou. I know so. But, gentle Lady Anne,
effect t. Glou. Your beauty was the cause of that effect; You beauty, that did haunt me in my sleep To undertake the death of all the world, So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom.
Anice. If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide, Thele nails should rend that beauty froin my cheeks. Clou. These eyes could not endure sweet beauty's :
+ The Revisal approves Hanmer's emendation, vizio. Thou' was the cause: and most accurs'd th' feit.