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Enter Gloster. Glo. Stay you that bear the corse, and set it

down. Anne. What black magician conjures up this

fiend, To stop devoted charitable deeds? Glo. Villains, set down the corse; or, by Saint

I 'll make a corse of him that disobeys.

1st Gent. My lord, stand back and let the

coffin pass.

Glo. Unmannered dog! stand thou when I

command: Advance thy halberd higher than my breast, Or, by Saint Paul, I 'll strike thee to my foot, And spurn upon thee, beggar, for thy boldness.

[The bearers set down the coffin. Anne. What, do you tremble; are you all

afraid? Alas, 1 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 body; His soul thou canst not have: therefore be gone.

Glo. Sweet saint, for charity be not so curst. Anne. Foul devil, for God's sake hence, and

trouble us not: For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell, Filled it with cursing cries and deep exclaims. If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds, Behold this pattern of thy butcheries.O gentlemen, see, see! dead Henry's wounds Open their congealed mouths and bleed afresh! Blush, blush, thou lump of foul deformity; For 't is thy presence that exhales this blood From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells: Thy deed, inhuman and unnatural, Provokes this deluge most unnatural.-O God, which this blood mad'st, revenge his death: O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge his

death! Either Heaven with lightning strike the mur

derer dead, Or earth gape open wide, and eat him quick; As thou dost swallow up this good king's blood, Which his hell-governed arm hath butcheréd !

Glo. Lady, you know no rules of charity, Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses.

Anne. Villain, thou know'st no law of God nor

Anne. Vouchsafe, diffused infection of a man, For these known evils but to give me leave, By circumstance, to curse thy curséd self. Glo. Fairer than tongue can name thee, let me

have Some patient leisure to excuse myself.' Anne. Fouler than heart can think thee, thou

canst make
No excuse current but to hang thyself.

Glo. By such despair I should accuse myself.
Anne. And by despairing shalt thou stand

For doing worthy vengeance on thyself,
That didst unworthy slaughter upon others.

Glo. Say that I slew them not?

Anne. Why then they are not dead : But dead they are, and, devilish slave, by thee.

Glo. I did not kill your husband.
Anne. Why then he is alive.
Glo. Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's hand.
Anne. In thy foul throat thou liest. Queen

Margaret saw
Thy murderous faulchion smoking in his blood :
The which thou once didst bend against her breast,
But that thy brothers beat aside the point.

Glo. I was provokéd by her slanderous tongue, That laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders.

Anne. Thou wast provokéd by thy bloody mind,
That never dreamt on aught but butcheries,
Didst thou not kill this king?

I grant ye.
Anne. Dost grant me, hedgehog ? Then God

grant me too
Thou mayst be damnéd for that wicked deed!
O he was gentle, mild, and virtuous.
Glo. The fitter for the King of heaven, that

hath him. Anne. He is in heaven, where thou shalt never


Glo. Let him thank me that holp to send bim

thither ;
For he was fitter for that place than earth.

Anne. And thou unfit for any place but bell.
Glo. Yes, one place else, if you will hear me

name it.
Anne. Some dungeon.
Glo. Your bedchamber.
Anne. Ill rest betide the chamber where thou

Glo. So will it, madam, till I lie with you.
Anne. I hope so.
Glo. I know so.-

:-But, gentle Lady Anne,
To leave this keen encounter of our wits,
And fall somewhat into a slower method,
Is not the causer of the timeless deaths
Of these Plantagenets, Henry and Edward,
As blameful as the executioner?


No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity.

Glo. ButIknow none, and therefore am no beast. Anne. O wonderful, when devils tell the truth!

Glo. More wonderful when angels are so angry. Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman, Of these supposed evils to give me leave, By circumstance, but to acquit myself.

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Anne. Thou wast the cause and most accursed

effect. Glo. Your beauty was the cause of that effect: Your beauty, which did haunt me in my sleep To undertake the death of all the world, So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom.

Anne. If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide, These nails should rend that beauty from my

cheeks. Glo. These eyes could not endure that beauty's

wreck : You should not blemish it if I stood by. As all the world is cheered by the sun, So I by that: it is my day, my life. Anne. Black night o'ershade thy day, and

death thy life! Glo. Curse not thyself, fair creature: thou art

both. Anne. I would I were, to be revenged on thee.

Glo. It is a quarrel most unnatural, To be revenged on him that loveth thee.

Anne. It is a quarrel just and reasonable, To be revenged on him that killed


husband. Glo. 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. Glo. He lives that loves you better than he

could. Anne. Name him. Glo. Plantagenet. Anne. Why, that was he. Glo. The self-same name, but one of better

nature. Anne. Where is he? Glo. Here. [She spits at him.] Why

dost thou spit at me? Anne. 'Would it were mortal poison, for thy

sake. Glo. Never came poison from so sweet a place.

Anne. Never hung poison on a fouler toad, Out of my sight! thou dost infect mine eyes. Glo. Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected

mine. Anne. 'Would they were basilisks, to strike

thee dead. Glo. I would they were, that I might die at

once ; For now they kill me with a living death. Those eyes

of thine from mine have drawn salt

tears; Shamed their aspects with store of childish drops : These

eyes, which never shed remorseful tear, — Not when my father York and Edward wept To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made When black-faced Clifford shook his sword at him: Nor when thy warlike father, like a child,

Told the sad story of my father's deatlı,
And twenty times made pause to sob and weep,
That all the standers-by had wet their cheeks,
Like trees bedashed with rain :-in that sad time
My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear:
And what these sorrows could not thence exhale,
Thy beauty hath, and made them blind witi

I never sued to friend nor enemy;
My tongue could never learn sweet soothing word:
But now thy beauty is proposed my fee,
My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to

speak. [She looks scornfully at him. Teach not thy lip such scorn: for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt. If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive, Lo, here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword: Which if thou please to hide in this true breast, And let the soul forth that adoreth thee, I lay it naked to the deadly stroke, And humbly beg the death upon my knee.

[He lays his breast open; she offers at

it with his sword. Nay, do not pause; for I did kill King Henry: But 't was thy beauty that provokéd me. Nay, now despatch ; 't was I that stabbed young

Edward: [She again offers at his breast. But 't was thy heavenly face that set me on.

[She lets fall the sword. Take


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. Anne. I have already.

Glo. That was in thy rage :
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. 'T is figured in my tongue.
Anne. I fear me both are false.
Glo. Then never man was true.
Anne. Well, well, put up your sword.
Glo. Say, then, my peace is made.
Anne. That shalt thou know hereafter.
Glo. But shall I live in hope?
Anne. All men, I hope, live so.
Glo. Vouchsafe to wear this ring.
Anne. To take is not to give.

[She puts on the ring. Glo. Look, how this ring encompasseth thy

finger, Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart: Wear both of them, for both of them are thine. And if thy poor devoted servant may

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But beg one favour at thy gracious hand, But since you teach me how to flatter you,
Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever. Imagine I have said farewell already.
Anne. What is it?

[Exeunt Lady Anne, Tressel, and Berkley. Glo. That it may please you leave these sad Glo. Take up the corse, sirs. designs

Gent. Towards Chertsey, noble lord ? To him that hath more cause to be a mourner, Glo. No, to White-friars: there attend my com And presently repair to Crosby-place:

ing. [Exeunt the rest, with the corpse. Where, after I have solemnly interred

Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? At Chertsey monastery this noble King,

Was ever woman in this humour won? And wet his grave with my repentant tears, I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. I will with all expedient duty see you.

What! I, that killed her husband and his father, For divers unknown reasons, I beseech you To take her in her heart's extremest hate; Grant me this boon.

With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, Anne. With all my heart : and much it joys | The bleeding witness of her hatred by;

Having God, her conscience, and these bars To see you are become so penitent.

against me, Tressel and Berkley, go along with me.

And I no friends to back my suit withal, Glo. Bid me farewell.

But the plain devil and dissembling looks, Anne. 'T is more than you deserve : And yet to win her :-all the world to nothing!

me too

Ha! hath she forgot already that brave prince,
Edward her lord, whom I some three months since
Stabbed in my angry mood at Tewkesbury ?
A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman,
Framed in the prodigality of nature,
Young, valiant, wise, and no doubt right royal,
The spacious world cannot again afford :
And will she yet abase her eyes on me,
That cropped 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 misshapen thus?
My dukedom to a beggarly denier,
I do mistake my person all this while :
Upon my life she finds, although I cannot,
Myself to be a marvellous proper man.
I'll be at charges for a looking-glass,
And entertain a score or two of tailors
To study fashions to adorn my body:
Since I am crept in favour with myself,
I will maintain it with some little cost.
But first I 'll turn yon' fellow in his grave,
And then return lamenting to my love.-
Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass,
That I may see my shadow as I pass. [Exit.

Buck. Good time of day unto your royal

grace. Stan. God make your majesty joyful as you

have been. Q. Eliz. The Countess Richmond, good my

lord of Stanley, To your good prayer will scarcely say amen. Yet, Stanley, notwithstanding she's your wife, And loves not me, be you, good lord, assured I hate not you for her proud arrogance.

Stan. I do beseech you, either not believe The envious slanders of her false accusers, Or, if she be accused on true report, Bear with her weakness; which I think proceeds From wayward sickness, and no grounded malice. Q. Eliz. Saw you the King to-day, my lord of

Stanley ? Stan. But now the Duke of Buckingham and I Are come from visiting his majesty. Q. Eliz. What likelihood of his amendment,

lords? Buck. Madam, good hope : his grace speaks

cheerfully. Q. Eliz. God grant him health! Did you

confer with him ? Buck. Ay, Madam : he desires to make atone


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 accustomed health.

Grey. In that you brook it ill, it makes him

worse :

Therefore for God's sake entertain good comfort, And cheer his grace with quick and merry words. Q. Eliz. If he were dead what would betide

of me? Grey. No other harm but loss of such a lord. Q. Eliz. The loss of such a lord includes all

harms. Grey. The heavens have blessed you with a

goodly son, To be your comforter when he is gone.

Q. Eliz. Ah he is young; and his minority Is put into the trust of Richard Gloster, A man that loves not me nor none of you.

Riv. Is it concluded he shall be protector ?

Q. Eliz. It is determined, not concluded yet; But so it must be if the King miscarry.

Grey. Here come the lords of Buckingham

and Stanley

Between the Duke of Gloster and your brothers,
And between them and my lord chamberlain :
And sent to warn them to his royal presence.
Q. Eliz. 'Would all were well !- But that will

never be :
I fear our happiness is at the height. ;

Enter Gloster, Hastings, and Dorset.

Glo. They do me wrong, and I will not endure it. Who are they that complain unto the King That I, forsooth, am stern and love them not? By holy Paul, they love his grace but lightly That fill his ears with such dissentious rumours. Because I cannot flatter and speak fair, Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive, and cog, Duck with French nods and apish courtesy, I must be held a rancorous enemy. Cannot a plain man live and think no harm, But thus his simple truth must be abused By silken, sly, insinuating Jacks? Grey. To whom in all this presence speaks

your grace? Glo. To thee, that hast nor honesty nor grace. When have I injured thee; when done thee

Or thee :-or thee :-or any of your faction?
A plague upon you all! His royal grace,
Whom God preserve better than you

would wish! Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing-while, But you must trouble him with leird complaints.

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Q. Eliz. Brother of Gloster, you mistake the

matter : The King, of his own royal disposition, And not provoked by any suitor else ; Aiming belike at your interior hatred, That in your outward action shews itself, Against my children, brothers, and myself, Makes him to send ; that thereby he may gather The ground of your ill-will, and so remove it.

Glo. I cannot tell :- The world is That wrens may pray where eagles dare not perch. Since every

Jack became a gentleman, There's many a gentle person made a Jack. Q. Eliz. Come, come, we know your meaning,

brother Gloster : You envy my advancement and my friends'. God grant we never may have need of you! Glo. Meantime God grants that we have need

of you. Our brother is imprisoned by your means, Myself disgraced, and the nobility Held in contempt: while great promotions Are daily given to ennoble those That scarce, some two days since, were worth a

noble. Q. Eliz. By Him that raised me to this careful

From that contented hap which I enjoyed,
I never did incense his majesty
Against the Duke of Clarence but have been
An earnest advocate to plead for him.
My lord, you do me shameful injury
Falsely to draw me in these vile suspects.

Glo. You may deny that you were not the cause Of my Lord Hastings' late imprisonment.

Riv. She may, my lord; for-
Glo. She may, l.ord Rivers ?— Why, who knows

not so? She

may do more, sir, than denying that: She may help you to many fair preferments : And then deny ber aiding hand therein, And lay those honours on your high desert. What may

she not? She may,—ay, marry, may

Riv. What, marry, may she ?

Glo. What marry, may she? marry with a king;
A bachelor, a handsome stripling too.
I wis your grandam had a worser match.
Q. Eliz. My lord of Gloster, I have too long

borne Your blunt upbraidings and your bitter scoffs : By Heaven, I will acquaint his majesty Of those gross taunts I often have endured. I had rather be a country servant-maid, Than a great queen with this condition, To be so baited, scorned, and stormed at. Small joy have I in being England's queen.

Enter QUEEN MARGARET, behind. Q. Mar. And lessened be that small, God I

beseech thee! Thy honour, state, and seat, is due to me. Glo. What! threat you me with telling of the

King? Tell him, and spare not. Look, what I have said I will avouch in presence of the King: I dare adventure to be sent to the Tower. "T is time to speak; my pains are quite forgot.

Q. Mar. Out, devil! I remember them too well: Thou kill'dst my husband Henry in the Tower, And Edward, my poor son, at Tewkesbury. Glo. Ere you were queen, ay or your husband

king, I was a packhorse in his great affairs; A weeder-out of his proud adversaries; A liberal rewarder of his friends : To royalise his blood I spilt mine own. Q. Mar. Ay, and much better blood than his

or thine. Glo. In all which time you and your husband

Grey Were factious for the house of Lancaster: And, Rivers, so were you.-- Was not your husband In Margaret's battle at Saint Alban's slain ?Let me put in your minds, if you forget, What


have been ere now, and what you are: Withal, what I have been, and what I am. Q. Mar. A murd'rous villain; and so still

thou art. Glo. Poor Clarence did forsake his father

Warwick, Ay, and forswore himself,—which Jesu pardon! Q. Mar. Which God revenge!

Glo. To fighton Edward's party, for the crown: And for his meed, poor lord, he is mewed up. I would to God my heart were flint, like Edward's, Or Edward's soft and pitiful, like mine : I am too childish-foolish for this world. Q. Mar. Hie thee to hell for shame, and leave

this world, Thou cacodæmon! there thy kingdom is.

Riv. My lord of Gloster, in those busy days, Which here you urge to prove us enemies, We followed then our lord, our lawful king: So should we you, if you should be our king.

Glo. If I should be !— I had rather be a pedlar: Far be it from my heart the thought thereof!

Q. Eliz. As little joy, my lord, as you suppose You should enjoy were you this country's king; As little joy you may suppose in me That I enjoy, being the queen thereof.

Q. Mar. A little joy enjoys the queen thereof: For I am she, and altogether joyless. I can no longer hold me patient.- [Advancing. Hear me, you wrangling pirates, that fall out

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