Anne. In thy foul throat thou ly'ft. Queen Margret 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. Glo. I was provoked by her fland'rous tongue, That laid their guilt upon my guiltlefs fhoulders. (4) Anne. Thou waft provoked by thy bloody mind, That never dreamt on aught but butcheries: Didst thou not kill this King? Glo. I grant ye. Anne. Doft grant me, hedge-hog? Then God grant me too, Thou may'ft be damned for that wicked deed! Glo. The fitter for the King of Heav'n, that hath him. Anne. He is in heav'n, where thou shalt never come. Glo. 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. Glo. Yes, one place elfe, if you will hear me name it. Anne. Some dungeon. Glo. Your bed-chamber. Anne. Ill Reft betide the chamber where thou lyeft! Glo. I know fo.But, gentle lady Anne, Anne. Thou waft the caufe, and moft accurft ef fect. (5) Glo. -] The crime of my brothers. (4) That laid their guiltHe has juft charged the murder of lady Anne's husband upon Edward. (5) Thou waft the caufe, and moft accurft effect,] Effect, for executioner. He afks, was not the caufer as ill as the executio ner? Glo. Your beauty was the caufe of that effect; Anne. If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide, You should not blemish it, if I ftood by; Anne. Black night o'erfhade thy day, and death thy life! Glo. Curfe not thyfelf, fair creature: thou art both, To be reveng'd on him that loveth thee. Did it to help thee to a better husband. Anne. His better doth not breath upon the earth. Glo. He lives that loves thee better than he could. Anne. Name him. Glo. Plantagenet. Anne. Why, that was he. Glo The felf-fame name, but one of better, nature. Anne. Where is he? Glo. Here: She fpits at him] Why doft thou fpit at me? Anne. Would it were mortal poifon for thy fake! Glo. Never came poifon from fo sweet a place. Anne. Never hung poifon on a fouler toad. ner? She answers, Thou waft both. But, for caufer, ufing the word, caufe, this led her to the word effect, for execution, or executioner. But the Oxford Editor troubling himself with nothing of this, will make a fine oratorical period of it. Thou waft the caufe, and most accurft th' effect! I cannot but be rather of Sir T. Hanmer's opinion than Dr. Warburton's, because effect is used immediately in its common fenfe, in answer to this line. -Out of my fight! thou doft infect mine eyes. Glo. Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine. Anne. Would they were bafilisks to strike thee dead! Glo. I would they were, that I might die at once: For now they kill me with a living death. (6) Thofe of thine from mine have drawn falt tears; eyes Sham'd their afpects with ftore of childish drops, Thefe eyes, which never shed remorfeful tear, (7) Not when my father York, and Edward wept, To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made; When black-fac'd Clifford fhook his fword at him: Nor when thy warlike father, like a child, Told the fad ftory of my father's death, And twenty times made paufe to fob and weep,. That all the ftanders-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 these forrows could not thence exhale, Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. I never fued to friend, nor enemy; My tongue could never learn sweet smoothing words; My proud heart fues, and prompts my tongue to speak. If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive, I lay it naked to the deadly stroke, And humbly beg the death upon my knee. [He lays his breaft open, fbe offers at it with his fword. Nay, do not paufe; for I did kill King Henry; (6) —they kill me with a living death.] In imitation of this paffage, and I fuppofe of a thousand more; a living death I bear, Says Dapper wit, and funk befide his chair. (7) Thefe eyes which never, &c.] The twelve following beau tiful lines added after the first editions. They were added with many more. PORE. But But 'twas thy beauty that provok'd me. (8) Nay, now dispatch: 'twas I that ftabb'd ward; But 'twas thy heavenly face that fet me on. young Ed [She lets fall the fword. Take up the fword again, or take up me. Anne. Arife, diffembler; though I wish thy death, I will not be thy executioner. Glo. Then bid me kill myfelf, and I will do it. Glo. That was in thy rage: Speak it again, and even with thy word, Anne All men, I hope, live fo. Glo. Vouchfafe to wear this ring. fword. [She puts on the ring. Look, how my ring encompaffeth thy finger, Ev'n fo, thy breaft enclofeth my poor heart; Glo. That it may please you leave thefe fad defigns (8) But 'twas thy beauty] Shakespeare countenances the obfervation, that no woman can ever be offended with the mention of her beauty. (9)-Crosby-place:] A houfe near Bifbopfgate-ftreet belonging to the Duke of Gloucester. At At Chertsey monaft'ry this noble King, you, 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. Glo. Bid me farewel. Anne. 'Tis more than you deferve: But fince you teach me how to flatter you, [Exeunt two with Anne. Glo. Sirs, take up the coarse. Gent. Towards Chertsey, noble Lord? Glo. No, to White-Fryars, there attend my coming. [Exeunt with the Coarfe. 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 God, her confcience, and these bars against me, But the plain devil and diffembling looks: Ha! Hath the 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, (1) Young, wife, and valiant, and, no doubt, right roy al, (2) The WARBURTON, (1) Fram'd in the prodigality of nature,] i. e. when nature was in a prodigal or lavish mood. (2) and, no doubt, right royal,] Of the degree of royalty belonging to Henry the fixth there could be no doubt, nor could Richard have mentioned it with any fuch hesitation; he could |