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Vrhat will live, my Lord, to give thein thanks

Glou Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er
Simple, plain Clarence! I do love thee io, Creturn:

That I will shortly send thy soul to heav'n,
If Heav'n will take the present at our hands,

comes here? the new-deliver's Hafa tings?

Enter Lord Hastings.
Glou. As much unto my good Lord Chamberlain :
Well are you welcome to the open air.
How hath your Lordship brook'd imprisonment?
Hast. With patience, noble Lord, as pris'nersmuft:

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Glou. No doubt, no doubt; and to shall Clarence
For they that were your enemies, are his. [tooja
And have prevaild as much on him as you.

Haft. More pity, that the Eagle flould be mew'd,
While kites and buzzards prey at liberty.

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 :
= ''Tis very grievons to be thought upon.
Where is he, in his bed?
Haft. He is.

Glou. Go you before, and I will follow you.

Exit Hastings.
He cannot live, I hope ; and must nor die,
Till George be pack'd with post-herse up to heav'n.
I'll in, to urge his 'hatred more to Clarence,
With lies well teeld 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 inercy,
And leave the world for me to bustle in!
For then I'I marry Warwick's youngelt daughter.
What though I kill'd her husband, and her father?

The readiest way to make the wench amends,
Is 10 become her husband and her father :
The which will I, not all so much for love,
As for another fecret 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;
When they are gone, then must I count my gains.

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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!
Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster!
Thou bloodless remnant of that roval blood!
Be't lawful that I invocate thy ghost,
To'hear the lamentations of poor Anne,
Wife to thy Edward, to thy flaughter'd son,
Stabb’d by the felf-fame hand that made these

Lo, in these windows, that let forth thy life,
I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes.
Curs'd be the hand that made these fatal holes
Curs'd be the heart that had the heart to do it!
More direful hap beride that hared wretchi,
That makes us wretched by the death of thee,
Than I can with to adders, fpiders, toads,
Or any creeping venom'd thing that lives!
If ever he have child, abortive be it,
Prodigious, and untimely brought to light,
Whofe ugly and unnatural afpect
May fiight the hopeful mother at the view,
And That be heir io his unhappiñeis!
If ever he have wife, let her be made


Moré miserable by the death of him
Than I am made by my young Lord and thee!
-Come now tow?rds Chertsey with your holy loach,
Taken from Paul's to be interred there.
And still as you are weary of this weight,
Rest you, while I lamenit King Henry's.corse.

Enter Richard Duke of Gloucester.
Glou. Stay you that bear the corse, and set it down,

Anne. What black magician conjures up this fiend,
To stop devoted charitable deeds.?

Glou. Villains, set down the corfe; or, by St Paul,
I'll make a corle of him that disobeys.

Ger. My Lord, stand back, and let the coffin pass.
Głóu. Unnianner'd dog ! stand theu when I com-
Advance tliy halbert higher than my brealt, [mand;
Or by St Paul, I'll strike thee to my foot,
And spurn upon thee; beggar, for thy boldness.

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 bedy,
His soul thou canst not have; therefore be gone.

Glou. Sweet saint, for charity, be not to curft.
Anne. Foul dev’l! for God's fake hence, trouble

us nots;
For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell,
Fill'd it with curfing cries, and deep exclaims.
If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds,
Behold this pattern + of tlay butcheries,
Oh, gentlemen, see! fee dead Henry's wounds
Open their congeald mouths, and bleed afrem.
Blush, blush, thou lump of foul deformity;
For 'tis thy presence that exhabés rhis blood
From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells.
Thy deeds, inhuman and unnatural,
Provoke this deluge moft unnatural.
O God! which this blood mad'N, revenge his death,

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0. earth! which this blood drink'st, 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.

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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.
Anne. Dost grant me, hedge-hog? then God

grant me too,
Thou may'st be damned for that wicked deed!
O, he was gentle, mild and virtuous.-
Glou. The fitter for the King of Heav'n, that

hath him. Anne. He is in heav'n, where thou shalt never Glou. Let him thank me, that help'd to send him

For he was fitter for that place than earth.

Anne. And thou unfit for any place but hell.
Glou. Yes, one place else, if you will hear ine

name it.
Anne. Some dungeon.
Glow. Your bed-chamber.
Anne. Ill rest betide the chamber where thou lyest!
Glou. So will it, Madam, till I ly with you.
Anne. I hope so.

Glou. I know so. But, gentle Lady Anne,
To leave this keen encounter of our wiis,
And fall something into a flower method;
Is not the causer of the timeless deaths
Of these Plantagenets, Henry and Edward,
As blaineful as the executioner ?
Anne. Thou wast the cause, and most accurst

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.

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