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Glo. Go you before, and I will follow you.
[Exit HASTINGS, He cannot live, I hope ; and must not die, Till George be pack'd with posthorse up to heaven. I'll in, to urge his hatred more to Clarence, With lies well steel'd with weighty arguments ; And, if I fail not in my deep intent, Clarence hath not another day to live: Which done, God take king Edward to his mercy, And leave the world for me to bustle in ! For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter : What though I kill'd her husband, and her fathers The readiest way to make the wench amends, Is to become her husband, and her father : The which will I ; not all so much for love, As for another secret close intent, By marrying her, which I must reach unto. But yet I run before my horse to market : Clarence still breathes ; Edward still lives, and reigns; When they are gone, then must I count my gains. [Exit.
The same. Another Street.
Enter the corpse of King HENRY the Sixth, borne in an
open coffin, Gentlemen bearing halberds, to guard it; and
Lady ANNE as mourner.
Anne. Set down, set down your honourable load,--
If honour may be shrouded in a hearse,--
Whilft I a while obfequiously lament
The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster.
Poor key-cold figure of a holy king !
Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster!
Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood !
Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost,
To hear the lamentations of poor Anne,
Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughter'd fon,
Stabb’d by the self-fame hand that made these wounds!
Lo, in these windows, that let forth thy life,
I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes :-
0, cursed be the hand, that made these holes !
Cursed the heart, that had the heart to do it!
Cursed the blood, that let this blood from hence !
More direful hap betide that hated wretch,
'That makes us wretched by the death of thee,
Than I can wish to adders, spiders, toads,
Or any creeping venom'd thing that lives !
If ever he have child, abortive be it,
Prodigious, and untimely brought to light,
Whose ugly and unnatural aspect
May fright the hopeful mother at the view;
And that be heir to his unhappiness!
If ever he have wife, let her be made
More miserable by the death of him,
Than I am made by my young lord, and thee!
Come, now, to vard Chertsey with your holy load,
'I aken from Paul's to be interred there ;
And, still as you are weary of the weight,
you, whiles I lament king Henry's corse.
[The bearers take up the corpse, and advance.
Glo. Stay you, that bear the corse, and set it down.
Anne. What black magician conjures up this fiend, To stop devoted charitable deeds ?
G'o. Villains, set down the corse; or, by faint Paul, I'll make a corse of him that disobeys.
1 Gent. My lord, stand back, and let the coffin pass.
Glo. Unmanner'd dog ! stand thou when I command : Advance thy halberd higher than my breast, Or, by faint 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, I blame you not ; for you are mortal,
And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil..
Avaunt, thou dreadful minister of hell !
Thou had'lt 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
For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell,
Fill'd 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 congeald mouths, and bleed afresh !--
Blush, blush, thou lump of foul deformity ;
For 'tis 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'ft, revenge his death!
O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge his death!
Either, heaven, with lightning strike the murderer dead,
Or, earth, gape open wide, and eat him quick;
As thou dost swallow up this good king's blood,
Which his hell-govern'd arm bath butchered !
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 man; No beast fo fierce, but knows some touch of pity.
Glo. But I know 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 leare,
By circumstance, but to acquit myself.
Anne. Vouchsafe, diffus'd infection of a man,
For these known evils, but to give me leave,
By circumstance, to curse thy cursed 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
inake No excuse current, but to hang thyself.
Gio. By such despair, I thould accuse myself.
Anne. And, by despairing, shalt thou stand excus'd ;
For doing worthy vengeance on thyself,
That didst unworthy flaughter upon others.
Glo. Say, that I flew them not ?
Why then, they are not dead :
But dead they are, and, devilish Nave, by thee.
Glo. I did not kill
your husband. Anne.
Why, then he is alive. Glo. Nay, he is dead ; and Nain by Edward's hand. Anne. In thy foul's throat thou liest ; queen Margaret
Thy murderous faulchion smoking in his blood;
The which thou once didft bend against her breast,
But that thy brothers beat aside the point.
Glo. I was provoked by her sland'rous tongue,
That laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders.
Anne. Thou wast provoked by thy bloody mind,
That never dreamt on aught but butcheries :
Didst thou not kill this king?
I grant ye.
Anne. Dost grant me, hedge-hog? then, God grant me
Thou may'st be damned for that wicked deed !
O, he was gentle, mild, and virtuous.
Glo. The fitter for the King of heaven that hath hiin.
Anne. He is in heaven, where thou shalt never come.
Glo. Let him thank me, that holp to send him thither; For he was fitter for that place, than earth.
Anne. And thou unfit for any place, but hell.
Glo. Yes, one place else, if you will hear me name it.
Anne. Some dungeon.
Anne. Ill rest betide the chamber where thou liest!
Glo. So will it, madam, 'till I lie with you.
Anne. I hope so.
I know so.-But, gentle lady Anne, -
To leave this keen encounter of our wits,
And fall somewhat into a flower method :-
Is not the causer of the timeless deaths
Of these Plantagenets, Henry, and Edward,
As blameful as the executioner?
Anne. Thou waft the cause, and most accurs'd 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.