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Is not the causer of the timeless deaths
Anne. Thou wast the cause, and most accurs'd effect.
Glo. Your beauty was the cause of that effect;
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.
[life! Anne. Black night o’ersbade thy day, and death thy 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,
Anne. It is a quarrel just and reasonable,
Glo. He that bereft thee, lady, of thy husband,
Anne. His better doth not breathe upon the earth.
Why, that was he. Glo. The self-same name, but one of better nature. Anne. Where is he?
[spit at me? Glo. Here: [She spits at him] Why dost thon 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, Sham'd their aspects with store of childish drops :
These eyes, which never shed remorseful tear,
to friend, nor enemy; My tongue could never learn sweet soothing word; But now thy beauty is propos'd 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 bêg 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 'twas thy beauty that provoked me. Nay, now despatch'; 'twas I that stabb’d young Ed
[She again offers at his Breast. Bat 'twas thy heavenly face that set me on.
[She lets fall the Sword. Take up the sword again, or take up me.
Annė. Arise, dissembler: though I wish thy death, I will not be thy executioner.
Glo. Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it.
That was in thy rage:
Shall, for thy love, kill a far truer love;
Anne. I would, I knew thy heart.
both are false.
Were never true.
I hope, live so.
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 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 sad designs To him that hath inore cause to be a mourner, And presently repair to Crosby-place: Where-after I have solemnly interr'd At Chertsey monastry 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.Tressel,
and Berkley, go along with me. Glo. Bid me farewell, Anne.
'Tis more than you deserve : But, since you teach me how to flatter you, Imagine I have said farewell already.
[Exeunt Lady Anne, Tressel, and Berkley.
Glo. Take up the corse, sirs.
Towards Chertsey, noble lord? Glo. No, to White-Friars; there attend my coming.
[Exeunt the rest, with the Corse.
whose all not equals Edward's moiety?
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 Will soon recover his accustom'd health. [majesty
Grey. In that you brook it ill, it makes bim 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 belide of me?
Riv. Is it concluded, he shall be protector?
Q. Eliz. It is determin’d, not concluded yet: But so it must be, if the king miscarry.
Enter BUCKINGHAM and STANLEY.
Stan. I do beseech you, either not believe
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. Elis. What likelihood of his amendment, lords?