You fhould not blemish it, if I ftood by:
As all the world is cheared by the fun,
So I by that, it is my day, my life.

Anne. Black night o'erflade thy day, and death thy life!

Glou. Curfe not thyfelf, fair creature: thou art both.

Anne. I would I were, to be reveng'd on thee. Glou. It is a quarrel moft unnatural, To be reveng'd on him that loveth thee. Anne. It is a quarrel juft and reasonable, To be reveng'd on him that kill'd my hufband. Glou. He that bereft thee, Lady, of thy husband, Did it to help thee to a better husband.

Anne. His better doth not breathe upon the earth.. Glou. He lives that loves thee better than he could.

Anne. Name him.

Glou. Plantagenet.

Anne. Why, that was he.

Glou. The felf-fame name, but one of better

nature.

Anne. Where is he?

Glou. Here: [She spits at him.] Why doft thou fpit at me?

Anne. Would it were mortal poifon for thy fake! Glou. Never came poifon from fo fweet a place. Anne. Never hung poifon on a fouler toad.

Out of my fight! thou doft infect mine eyes. Glou. Thine eyes, fweet Lady, have infected mine. Anne. Would they were bafilifks to strike thee

dead!

Glou. I would they were, that I might die at once: For now they kill me with a living death. Thole eyes of thine from mine have drawn falt

tears;

Sham'd their afpects with ftore of childish drops:
Thefe eyes which never flied remorseful tear,
Not when my father York and Edward wept,
To hear the piteces moan that Rutland made,
When black-fac'd Clifford fhook his fword at hims
Nor when thy warlike father, like a child,

Told the fad story of my father's death,

And twenty times made paufe to fob and weep,
That all the standers-by had wet their cheeks,
Like trees bedafh'd with rain; in that fad time,
My manly eyes did fcorn an humble tear;
And what thefe forrows could not thence exhale,
Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weep-
I never fued to friend nor enemy;
[ing.
My tongue could never learn fweet smoothing words;
But now thy beauty is propos'd my fee,
My proud heart fues, and prompts my tongue to
[She looks fcornfully at him.
Teach not thy lip fuch fcorn, for it was made
For kifling, Lady, not for fuch contempt.
If thy revengeful heart can not forgive,
Lo! here I lend thee this fharp-pointed fword,
Which if thou pleafe to hide in this true breast,
And let the foul forth that adoreth thee,

fpeak.

I lay it naked to the deadly ftroke,

And humbly beg the death upon my knee.

[He lays his breast open, the offers at it with his fword.

Nay, do not paufe: for I did kill King Henry;
But 'twas thy beauty that provoked me.

Nay, now dispatch: 'twas I that ftabb'd young Ed-
But 'twas thy heav'nly face that fet me on. [ward;
[She lets fall the fword.
Take up the fword again, or take up me.

Anne. Arife, diffembler: though I with thy death,

I will not be thy executioner.

Glou. Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it. Anne I have already.

Clou. That was in thy rage:

Speak it again, and even with thy word,

This hand, which for thy love did kill thy love,
Shall for thy love kill a far truer love;

To both their deaths fhalt thou be acceffary.
Anne. I would I knew thy heart.
Glou. 'Tis figur'd in my tongue.
Anne. I fear me, both are falfe.
Glou. Then never man was true.

Anne. Well, well, put up your sword.

Gla. Say then my peace is made.

Anne. That fhalt thou know hereafter.
Glou. But fhall I live in hope?

Anne. All men I hope, live fo.
Glou. Vouchlafe to wear this ring.

[She puts on the ring.

Look, how my ring encompaffeth thy finger,
Ev'n fo thy breaft inclofeth my poor heart:
Wear both of them, for both of them are thine.
And if thy poor devoted fuppliant may
But beg one favour at thy gracious hand,
Thou doft confirm his happinels for ever.
Ane What is it?

Glou. That it may pleafe you leave these fad defigns

To him that hath more caufe to be a mourner;
And prefently repair to Crosby-place * :
Where, after I have folemnly interr'd
A Chertfey-monastry this noble King,
And wet his grave with my repentant tears,'
I will with all expedient duty fee you.
For divers unknown reasons, I beseech you,
Grant me this boon.

Anne. With all my heart, and much it joys me too To fee you are become fo penitent.

Traffel and Barkley, go along with me.

Glou. Bid me farewell.

Anne. 'Tis more than you deserve :

But fince you teach me how to flatter you,
Imagine I have faid farewell already.

[Exeunt two with Anne.

Glou. Sirs, take up the corfe.

Gent. Towards Chertfey, noble Lord?

Glou. No, to White-Friars, there attend my co

ming.

[Exeunt 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! ̧

A house near Bishopgate-ftreet belonging to the Duke of Gloucefter. Johnjon.

To take her in her heart's extremeft hate,

With curfes in her mouth, tears in her eyes,
The bleeding witnels of her hatred by;

With God, her confcience, and thefe bars against
And I no friends to back my fuit withal,
But the plain devil, and diffembling looks:

[me,

And yet to win her-All the world to nothing! Ha!

Hath fhe forgot already that brave Prince,

Edward, her Lord, whom I fome three months fince
Stabb'd in my angry mood at Tewksbury?
A fweeter and a lovelier gentleman,
Fram'd in the prodigality of nature,

Young, wife, and valiant, and no doubt right loyal,
The fpacious world cannot again afford:
And will the yet debafe her eyes on me,

That crop'd the golden prime of this fweet Prince,
And made her widow to a woeful bed?

On me, whofe all not equals Edward's moiety?
On me, that halt, and am mif-shapen thus?
My dukedom to a beggarly denier,

I do aniftake my perfon all this while;
Upon my life he finds, although I cannot,
Myfelf to be a marv'llous proper man.
I'll be at charges for a looking-glass,
And entertain a fcore or two of tailors,
To study fashions to adorn my body:
Since I am crept in favour with inyfelf,
I will maintain it with fome little coft.
But first I'll turn yon fellow in his grave,
And then return lamenting to my love.
Shine out, fair fun, till I have bought a glass,
That I may see my fhadow as I pals,

[Exit.

Enter the Queen, Lord Rivers, and Lord Gray.

Riv. Have patience, Madam, there's no doubt his Majefty

Will foon recover his accuftom'd health.

Gray. In that you brook it ill, it makes him worse; Therefore, for God's fake, entertain good comfort,. And chear his Grace with quick and merry eyes. Queen. If he were dead what would betide of me ? Gray. No other harm but lofs of fuch a Lord. Queen. The lofs of fuch a Lord includes all harms. Gray. The heav'ns have blefs'd you with a goodly fon,

To be your comforter when he is gone.

Queen. Ah! he is young, and his minority
Is put into the truft of Richard Glo'fter;
A man that loves not me, nor none of you.
Riv. Is it concluded he fhall be protector?
Queen. It is determin'd, not concluded † yet:
But to it must be, if the King mifcarry.

Enter Buckingham and Stanley.

Gray. Here come the Lords of Buckingham and Stanley.

Buck. Good time of day unto your royal Grace! Stan. God make your Majesty joyful as you have

been!

Queen. The Countess Richmond, good my Lord of Stanley,

To your good pray'r will fcarcely fay Amen :
Yet, Stanley, notwithstanding the's your wife,
And loves not me, be you, good Lord, affur'd,
I hate not you for her proud arrogance.

Stan. I do beseech you, either not believe
The envious flanders of her falfe accufers;
Or, if the be accus'd on true report,

Bear with her weakness; which, I think, proceeds. From wayward ficknefs, and no grounded malice. Queen. Saw you the King to-day, my Lord of Stanley?

Stan. But now the Duke of Buckingham and I Are come from vifiting his Majesty.

Queen. What likelihood of his amendment, Lords?

+ Determin'd fignifies the final conclufion of the will: conclude, what cannot be altered, by reafon of fome act confequent on the final judgment. Warburton.