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 thiFor he was fitter for that place than earth. [ther; Anne. And thou unfit for any place but hell. Glo. Yes, one place ele, if you will hear me name it. Anne Some dungeon. Glo. Your bed-chamber. Anne. I'll reft betide the chamber where thou lieft! Glo. So will it, Madam, till I lie with you. Anne I hope so. Glo. I know fo.-But, gentle Lady Anne, Anne. Thou waft the cause, and most accurs'd effect*. Glo. Your beauty was the cause of that effect. Your beauty that did haunt me in my fleep, To undertake the death of all the world, So I might live one hour in your sweet bofom. Anne. If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide, These nails fhould rend that beauty from my cheeks. Glo. These eyes could not endure fweet beauty's You should not blemish it if I stood by. As all the world is cheered by the fun, So I by that; it is my day, my life. [wreck. Anne. Black night o'erfhade thy day, and death thy life! Glo. Curfe not thyself, fair creature; thou art both. To be reveng'd on him that loveth thee. Anne. It is a quarrel just and reasonable, Anne. His better doth not breathe upon the earth. Effect for executioner. Glo. Plantagenet. Anne. Why, that was he. Glo. The felt-fame name, but one of better nature. Anne. Where is he? Glo. Here. Why doft thou spit at me? [She fpits at him. Anne. Would it were mortal poison for thy fake! Glo. 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. Glo. Thine eyes, fweet Lady, have infected mine. Anne. Would they were bafilifks to ftrike thee dead! Glo. I would they were that I might die at once: For now they kill me with a living death. Thofe eyes of thine from mine have drawn falt tears; And what thefe forrows could not thence exhale, My tongue could never learn sweet smoothing words; My proud heart fues, and prompts my tongue to fpeak. Flay it naked to the deadly ftroke, And humbly beg the death upon my knee. He lays his breaft open, he offers at it with his fword. Nay, do not pause: for I did kill King Henry; Nay, now dispatch: 'twas I that stabb'd young Edward; But 'twas thy heav'nly face that fet me on. [She falls the fword. Take up the sword again, or take up me. Anne. Arife, diffembler; though I wish thy death, I will not be thy executioner. Glo. Then bid me kill my felf, and I will do it. Glo. That was in thy rage. Speak it again, and even with thy word, Glo. Say then my peace is made. Anne. All men I hope live fo. Glo. Vouchfafe to wear this 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. But beg one favour at thy gracious hand, Anne What is it? Glo. That it may please you leave thefe fad defigns To him that hath more cause to be a mourner, And presently repair to Crosby-place*; Where, after I have folemnly interr'd At Chertsey monaft'ry this Noble King, And wet his grave with my repentant tears, I will with all expedient duty fee you.' For divers unknown reafons 1 befeech you A houfe near Bishopfgate freet belonging to the Duke of Glo Lefter. Grant me this boon. Anne. With all my heart, and much it joys me too To fee you are become so penitent. Traffell and Barkley, go along with me. Anne. 'Tis more than you deserve: Glo. Sirs, take up the corfe. [Exeunt two with Anne. Gen. Towards Chertfey, Noble Lord? Glo. No, to White-friars, there attend my coming. [Exeunt with the corfe. 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. The bleeding witness of my hatred by; With God, her confcience, and thefe bars against mẹ, And I no friends to back my fuit withal, But the plain devil, and diffembling looks; 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 royal, The fpacious world cannot again afford: And will the yet debafe her eyes on me, That cropt the golden prime of this fweet prince, And made her widow to a wofu! bed? On me, whofe all not equals Edward's moiety; 1 do mistake my perfon all this while : And entertain a fcore or two of tailors. -[Exit. SCENE III. Changes to the Palace. Enter the Queen, and Lords Rivers, Gray, and Dorset. Riv. Have patience, Madam, there's no doubt, his Will foon recover his accuftom'd health, [Majesty Gray. In that you brook it ill, it makes him worse; Therefore, for God's fake, entertain good comfort, And cheer his Grace with quick and merry eyes. Queen. If he were dead, what wou'd betide of me? Gray. No other harm, but lofs of fuch a Lord. Queen. The lofs of fuch a Lard includes all harms. Gray. The heav'ns have blefs'd you with a goodly son, 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, Enter Buckingham and Stanley. Gray. Here comes the Lords of Buckingham and StanBuck. Good time of day unto your Royal Grace! [ley. Stanley. God make your Majesty joyful as you have been ! Queen. The Countefs Richmond, good my Lord of To your good pray'r will fcarcely fay Amen : [Stanley, Yet, Stanley, notwithstanding the's your wife, And loves not me, be you, good Lord, affured, I hate not you for her proud arrogance. • Determined, fignifies the final conclufion of the will; concluded, what cannot be alter'd, by reafon of fome act confequent on the f mal judgment. VOL. V. |