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Anne. In thy foul throat thou ly'ft. Queen Marg'rel

Thy murd'rous faulchion smoaking in his blood :
The which thou once didst bend against her breast,
But that thy Brothers beat aside the point.

Glo. I was provoked by her fand'rous tongue,
That laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders. (4)

Anne. Thou wast 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'st be damned for that wicked deed ! O, he was gentle, mild and virtuous. 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 send him thi


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.
Glo. Your bed-chamber.
Anne. Ill keit beride the chamber where thou lyest!
Glo. So will it, Madam, till I lie with you.
Anne. I hope fo.

Gl.. I know fo.-But, gentle lady Anne,
To leave this keen encounter of our wits,
And fall fomething 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 moft accurft ef

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(4) That laid their guilta -] The crime of my brothers. He has just charged the murder of lady Anne's husband upon Edward.

(5) Thou was the cause, and most accurst effe&i,] Effect, for executioner. He asks, was not the caufer as ill as the executio


my day,

, my

Glo. Your beauty was the cause of that effect;
Your beauty, that did haunt me in my leep,
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 sweet beauty's

You should not blemish it, if I stood by ;
As all the world is cheered by the Sun,
So I by That; it is

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 reveng'd on thee.

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

Anne. It is a quarrel juft and reasonable, To be reveng'd on him that kill'd my

husband. Glo. He that bereft thee, lady, of thy husband, 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 self-fame 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 lake! Glo. Never came poison from so sweet a place. Anne. Never hung poison on a fouler toad.


ner % She answers, Thou wast both. But, for causer, using the word, cauje, this led her to the word effect, for execution, cr executioner. But the Oxford Editor troubling himself with nothing of this, will make a fine oratorical period of it. Thou wast the cause, and most accurst th' effect!

WARBURTON. I cannot but be rather of Sir 7. Hanmer's opinion than Dr. Warburton's, because effect is used immediately in its common sense, in answer to this line.


-Out of my fight! 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. (6) Those


of thine from mine have drawn falt tears; Sham'd their aspects with store of childish drops, These eyes,

which never shed remorseful tear, (7) Not when my father York, and Edward wept, To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made ; When black-fac'd Clifford shook his sword at him: Nor when thy warlike facher, like a child, Told the sad story of my father's death, And twenty times made pause to fob and weep, That all the standers-by had wet their cheeks, Like trees bedash'd with rain; in that fad time, My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear ; And what these forrows could not thence exhale, Thy beauty bath, and made them blind with weeping. I never sued to friend, nor enemy ; My tongue could never learn sweet smoothing words ; But now thy beauty is propos'd my fee, My proud heart fues, and prompts my tongue to speak,

[She looks fcornfully at hin. 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 breaft, 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, floe offers at it with his sword. Nay, do not pause; for I did kill King Henry ;

(6) they kill me with a living death.] lo imitation of. this paffage, and I suppose of a thousand more ;

a living death I bear, Says Dapperwit, and funk beside his chair. (7) These eyes which never, &c.] The twelve following beautiful lines added after the first editions.

POPE. They were added with many more.


young Edo

But 'twas thy beauty that provok'd me. (8) )
Nay, now dispatch: 'twas I that stabbid

But 'twas thy heavenly face that fet me on.

[She lets fal the sword. Take up the fword again, or take up me.

Anne. Arise, dissembler ; though I wilh 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 thy 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 accefsary.

Anne. I would I knew thy heart.
Glo. 'Tis figur'd in my tongue.
Anne. I fear me, both are false.
Glo. Then never man was true.
Anne. Well, well, put up your

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 fo.
Glo. Vouchsafe to wear this ring.

[She puts on the ring:
Look, how my ring encompasseth thy finger,
Ev’n fo, thy breast encloseth my poor heart ;
Wear both of them, for both of them are thine.
And if thy poor devoted suppliant 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 fad designs To him that hath more cause to be a Mourner ; And presently repair to Crosby-place: (9) Where, after I have folemnly interr'd


(8) But 'twas thy beauty-] Shakespeare countenances the observation, that no woman can ever be offended with the mention of her beauty,

(9) --Crosby-place:] A house near Biskopsgate-ftreet belonging to the Duke of Gloucester.


At Chertsey monast’ry 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.
Trassel and Barkley, go along with me.

Glo. Bid me farewel.
Anne. 'Tis more than


deserve: But since you teach me how to flatter you, Imagine, I have said farewel already.

[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 Coarse. 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. What! I that killd her husband, and his father! To take her in her heart's extreameft hate, With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by: With 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 herAll the world to nothing ! Ha ! Hath she forgot already that brave Prince, Edward, her Lord, whom 1, some three months since, Stabb'd in my angry mood at Tewksbury? A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman, Fram'd in the prodigality of nature, (!) Young, wife, and valiant, and, no doubt, right royal, (2)



(1) Fram'd in the prodigality of nature,] i. e. when nature was in a prodigal or lavish mood.

WARBURTON. -and, no doubt, right royal,] Of the degree of royo alty belonging to Henry the fixth there could be no doubt, nor could Richard have mentioned it with any such hesitation; he


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