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Glo. Stay you, that bear the corse, and set it down.
Anne. What black magician conjures up this fiend, To stop devoted charitable deeds?
Glo. Villains, set down the corse; or, by saint Paul, I'll make a corse of him that disobeys.
Gen. My lord, stand back, and let the coffin pass.
Anne. What, do you tremble 7 are you all afraid ?
Glo. Sweet saint, for charity, be not so curst.
ble us not ;
From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells;
Os, earth, gape open wide, and eat him quick; 230 As thou dost swallow up this good king's blood, Which his hell-govern'd arm hath 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 so fierce, but knows some touch of pity.
Glo. But I know none, and therefore am no beast. Anne. O wonderful, whe devils tell the truth !
Glo. More wonderful, when angels are so angry.me Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman,
240 Of these supposed evils, to give me leave, By circumstance, but to acquit myself.
Anne. Vouchsafe, diffus'd infection of a man,
Glo. Fairer than tongue can name theę, let me have
make No excuse current, but to hang thyself. Glo. By such despair, I should accuse myself. 250