Glow. Go, tread the path that thou fhalt ne'er -But who comes here? the new-deliverd Haf **Enter Lord Haftings. Haft. Good time of day unto my gracious Lord. Glou. No doubt, no doubt; and fo fhall Clarence Haft. More pity, that the Eagle fhould be mew'd, While kites and buzzards prey at liberty.. Glou. news abroad? い Haft. No news fo bad abroad, as this at home Glou, Now, by St Paul, that news is bad indeed. O, he hath kept an evil diet long, And over-much confum'd his royal perfon: Haft. He is. Glou. Go you before, and I will follow you. [Exit Haftings. He cannot live, I hope; and muft not die, "Till George be pack'd with post-herse up to heav'n. inercy Clarence hath 图 The readiest way to make the wench amends, By marrying her, which I must reach unto. [Exit. Enter the corfe of Henry the Sixth, with hal Lo, in these windows, that let forth thy life, May fright the hopeful mother at the view, More miferable by the death of him Than I am made by my young Lord and thee! And ftill as you are weary of this weight, Glou. Stay you that bear the corfe, and fet it down. Anne. What black magician conjures up this fiend, To stop devoted charitable deeds? Glou. Villains, fet down the corfe; or, by St Paul, I'll make a corfe of him that disobeys. Gen. My Lord, ftand back, and let the coffin pafs. For thou haft made the happy earth thy hell, Provoke this deluge moft unnatural. O God! which this blood mad'fl, revenge his death; + Pattern is inftance, or example. Johnson. VOL. VI. A a O earth! which this blood drink'ft, revenge his death, Or Heav'n with lightning strike the murd❜rer dead, Glou. Lady, you know no rules of charity,. Which renders good for bad, bleflings for curses. Anne. Villain, thou know'st nor law of God nor man; No beaft fo fierce, but knows fome touch of pity. Glou. But I know none, and therefore am no beast. Anne. O wonderful, when devils tell the truth! Glou. More wonderful, when angels are fo angry. Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman, Of thefe fuppofed crimes to give me leave, By circumstance, but to acquit myself. Anne Vouchfafe, diffus'd infection of a man, For thefe known evils but to give me leave, By circumstance, to curfe thy curfed felf. Glou. Fairer than tongue can name thee, let me Some patient leifure to excufe myself. [have Anne. Fouler than heart can think thee, thou can't make No excufe current, but to hang thyself. Glou. By fuch defpair I fhould accufe myself. Anne. And by deípairing fhalt thou ftand excus'd, For doing worthy vengeance on thyself, That didst unworthy flaughter upon others. Anne. Then fay, they were not flain : But dead they are; and, devilish flave, by thee. Glou. I did not kill your husband. Anne. Why, then he is alive. Glou. Nay, he is dead, and flain by Edward's hands. Anne In thy foul throat thou ly'ft. Queen Marg'ret faw Thy murd'rous faulchion fmoaking in his blood: The which thou once didft bend against her breast, But that thy brothers beat afide the point. Glou. I was provoked by her fland'rous tongue, That laid their guilt upon my guiltlefs fhoulders. Anne. Thou waft provoked by thy bloody mind, That never dream'd on aught but butcheries: Didst thou not kill this King? Glou. I grant ye. Anne. Doft grant me, hedge-hog? then God grant me too, Thou may'st be damned for that wicked deed! Glou. The fitter for the King of Heav'n, that hath him. Anne. He is in heav'n, where thou shalt never come. Glou. Let him thank me, that help'd to fend him thither; For he was fitter for that place than earth. Anne. And thou unfit for any place but hell. Glou. Yes, one place elfe, if you will hear me name it. Anne. Some dungeon. Glou. Your bed-chamber. Anne. Ill reft betide the chamber where thou lyeft! Glou. I know fo.-But, gentle Lady Anne, Anne. Thou waft the caufe, and most accurft Glou. Your beauty was the cause of that effect; Your beauty, that did haunt me in my fleep To undertake the death of all the world, So I might live one hour in your fweet bofom. Anne. If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide, Thefe nails fhould rend that beauty from my cheeks. Clou. These eyes could not endure fweet beauty's wreck: The Revifal approves Hanmer's emendation, viz. Thou waft the caufe: and most accurs'd th' effect. |