Glo. Curse not thyself, fair creature; thou art both. Anne. It is a quarrel just and reasonable, Anne. His better doth not breathe upon the earth. Glo. The self-same name, but one of better nature. Anne. Where is he? Glo. Why, that was he. Here! [She spits at him] Why dost thou spit at me? Anne. Would it were mortal poison, for thy sake! Glo. Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine. These eyes, which never shed remorseful tear, To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made, Nor when thy warlike father, like a child, And what these sorrows could not thence exhale, My tongue could never learn sweet smoothing word; My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to speak. Teach not thy lip such scorn; for it was made If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive, Lo! here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword; And let the soul forth that adoreth thee, I lay it naked to the deadly stroke, And humbly beg the death upon my knee. [Kneeling. [He opens his breast: she offers at it 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 ; But 'twas thy heavenly face that set me on. [She lets fall the sword. Take up 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. That was in thy rage: Anne. I have already. Glo. Speak it again, and even with the word, This hand, which for thy love did kill thy love, Shall for thy love kill a far truer love : To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary. Anne. I would I knew thy heart. Glo. 'Tis figur'd in my tongue. Glo. Then, never man was true. Anne. Well, well; put up your sword. [Sheathing the sword. Anne. That shalt thou know hereafter. [She puts it on. Glo. Look, how my ring encompasseth thy finger, And if thy poor devoted servant may But beg one favour at thy gracious hand, Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever. Anne. What is it? Glo. That it may please you leave these sad designs To him that hath most cause to be a mourner, And presently repair to Crosby-place: Where (after I have solemnly interr'd, At Chertsey monastery, this noble king, And wet his grave with my repentant tears) I will with all expedient duty see you: For divers unknown reasons, I beseech you Grant me this boon. Anne. With all my heart; and much it joys me too, To see you are become so penitent. Tressel and Berkley, go along with me. Glo. Bid me farewell. Anne. 'Tis more than you deserve; But since you teach me how to flatter you, Imagine I have said farewell already. [Exeunt Lady ANNE, TRESSEL, and BERKLEY. Glo. Sirs, take up the corse. Gent. Towards Chertsey, noble lord? Glo. No, to Whitefriars; there attend my coming. [Exeunt the rest, 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. With curses in her mouth, tears in her The bleeding witness of my hatred by, eyes, Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks, And yet to win her, all the world to nothing! Ha! Edward, her lord, whom I, some three months since, A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman, Fram'd in the prodigality of nature, Young, valiant, wise, and, no doubt, right royal,— The spacious world cannot again afford : That cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet prince, And made her widow to a woful bed? On me, whose all not equals Edward's moiety? On me, that halt and am mis-shapen thus ? My dukedom to a beggarly denier,* I do mistake my person all this while : [Exit. SCENE III.-The Same. A Room in the Palace. Enter Queen ELIZABETH, Lord RIVERS, and Lord GREY. Riv. Have patience, madam: there's no doubt, his majesty Will soon recover his accustom'd health. 4 Grey. In that you brook it ill, it makes him worse: -a beggarly DENIER,] A denier is the twelfth part of a French sous-a coin then in circulation. |