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Glo. Let him thank me that holp to fend him thither, For he was fitter for that place than Earth.

Anne. And thou unfit for any place but Hell,

Glo. Yes one place elfe, if you will hear me name it. Anne. Some Dungeon.

Glo. Your Bed chamber.

Anne. Ill Reft betide the Chamber where thou lyeft.
Glo. So will it, Madam, 'till I lie with you.
Anne. I hope fo..

Glo. 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 Caufer of the timeless Deaths
Of these Plantagenets, Henry and Edward,
As blameful as the Executioner?

Anne. Thou waft the Caufe, and most accurft effect.
Glo. Your Beauty was the Caufe 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,
Thefe Nails fhould rend that Beauty from my Cheeks.
Glo. Thefe Eyes could not endure that Beauty's wrack,
You should not blemish it, if I ftood by;

As all the World is cheered by the Sun,
So I by that, it is my Day, my Life,

Anne. Black night o'er-fhade thy Day, and death thy Life
Glo. Curfe not thy felf, fair Creauture,

Thou art both.

Anne. I would I were, to be reveng'd on thee.
Glo. It is a quarrel moft unnatural,

To be reveng'd on him that loveth thee.

Anne. It is a quarrel juft and reasonable,

To be reveng'd on him that kill'd my Husband..
Go. He that bereft thee, Lady, of thy Husband,
Did it to help thee to a better Husband.

Anne. His better doth not breathe upon the Earth.
Glo. He lives, that loves thee better than he could,
Anne. Name him.

Glo. Plantagenet.

Anne

Anne. Why that was he.

Glo. The felf-fame Name, but one of better Nature.
Anne. Where is he?

Glo. Here:

Why doft thou spit at me?

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Anne. Would it were mortal Poifon for thy fake. Glo. Never came Poifon from fo fweet a Place. Anne. Never hung Poison on a fouler Toad. Out of my Sight, thou doft infect mine Eyes. Glo. Thine Eyes, fweet Lady, have infected mine. Anne. Would they y were Bafilisks to ftrike thee dead. Glo. I would they were, that I might die at once: For now they kill me with a living Death. Thole Eyes of thine from mine have drawn falt Tears; Sham'd their Afpects with ftore of childish Drops: Thefe Eyes, which never fhed remorfeful Tear, No, when my Father Tork, and Edward wept, To hear the piteous Moan that Rutland made, When black-fac'd Clifford fhook his Sword at him: Nor when thy warlike Father, like a Child, Told the fad 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 be-dash'd with Rain: In that sad Time, My manly Eyes did fcorn an humble Tear: And what thefe Sorrows could not thence exhale, Thy Beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. I never fued 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 fpeak.
[She looks fcornfully at him.
Teach not thy Lip fuch Scorn, for it was made
For kiffing, Lady, not for fuch Contempt.
If thy revengeful Heart cannot forgive,
Lo here I lend thee this fharp-pointed Sword,
Which, if thou pleafe to hide in this true Breaft,
And let the Soul forth that adoreth thee,

I lay it naked to the deadly Stroke,

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And humbly beg the Death upon my Knee.

[He lays his Breaft open, he offers at it with his Sword. Nay, do not paufe; for I did kill King Henry;

But 'twas thy Beauty that provoked me.

Nay, now difpatch: 'Twas I that ftabb'd young Edward, But 'twas thy heav'nly Face that fet me on.

[She falls the Sword. Take up the Sword again, or take up me.

Anne. Arife, Diffembler, though I with thy Death,
I will not be thy Executioner.

Glo. Then bid me kill thy felf, and I will do it."
Anne. I have already.

Gle. 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 fhalt thou be acceffary.
Anne. I would I knew thy Heart,
Glo. 'Tis figur'd in my Tongue.
Anne. I fear me, both are falfe.

Glo. Then never Man was true.

Anne. Well, well, put up your Sword.

Gle. Say then, my Peace is made.
Anne. That fhalt thou know hereafter.

Glo. But fhall I live in hope?

Anne. All Men I hope live fo.

Glo. Vouchsafe to wear this Ring.

Look how my Ring encompaffeth thy Finger,

Even fo thy Breaft inclofeth 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 doft confirm this Happiness for ever.
Anne. What is it?

Glo. That it may please you leave these fad Designs
To him that hath moft caufe to be a Mourner,
And prefently repair to Crosby House:
Where, after I have folemnly interr'd
At Chertsey Monaft'ry this noble King,
And wet his Grave with my repentant Tears,

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I will with all expedient Duty fee you

For divers unknown Reasons, I beseech you,

Grant me this Boon..

Anne. With all my Heart, and much it joys me too, To fee you are become fo penitent.

Traffel and Barkley, go along with me.

Glo. Bid me farewel.

Anne. 'Tis more than you deserve:

But fince you teach me how to flatter you,

Imagine I have faid farewel already. [Exeunt two with Anne, Gent. Towards Chertsey, Noble Lord?

Glo. Now to White Friars, there attend my coming.

Was ever Woman in this humour woo'd?

[Exit Coarfe.

Was ever Woman in this humour won?
I'll have her- but I will not keep her long.
What! I that kill'd her Husband and his Father!.
To take her in her Heart's extreameft hate,
With Curfes in her Mouth, Tears in her Eyes,
The bleeding witness of my hatred by.

Having God, her Confcience, and thefe Bars against me,
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!

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Hath fhe forgot already that brave Prince,

Edward, her Lord, whom I, fome three Months fince,
Stab'd in my angry mood at Tewksbury?
A fweeter and a lovelier Gentleman,

Fram'd in the prodigality of Nature,

Young, Valiant, Wife, and no doubt, right, Royal,
The fpacious World cannot again afford,
And will the thus abafe her Eyes on me,
That cropt the Golden prime of this fweet Prince,
And made her Widow to a woful Bed?
On me, whose All not equals. Edward's Moiety i
On me, that halt, and am mishapen thus?
My Dukedom to a beggarly Denier,
I do mistake my Perfon all this while:
Upon my Life he finds, although I cannot,

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My felf to be a marv'lous proper Man,
I'll be at charges for a Looking glass,
And entertain a fcore or two of Tailors,
To ftudy Fafhions to adorn my Body:
Since I am crept in favour of my felf,
I will maintain it with fome little Coft.
But first I'll turn yon fellow in his Grave,
And then return lamenting to my Love.
Shine out, fair Sun, 'till I have bought a Glafs,,
That 1 may fee my Shadow as I pafs.

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[Exit.

Enter the Queen, Lord Rivers, and Lord Gray. Riv. Have patience, Madam, there is no doubt, his Majefty Will foon recover his accuftom'd Health.

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 would betide on me?
Gray. No other harm, but lofs of fuch a Lord.
Queen. The lofs of fuch a Lord includes all harms.
Gray. The Heavens have bleft you with a goodly Son
To be your Comforter when he is gone.

Queen. Ah! he is young, and his Minority
Is put unto the trust of Richard Glofter,
A Man that loves not me, nor none of you.
Riv Is it concluded, he fhall be Protector?
Queen. It is determin'd, not concluded yet:
But do it must be, if the King mifcarry.

Enter Buckingham and Derby.

Gray. Here come the Lords of Buckingham and Derby, Buck, Good time of Day unto your Royal Grace. Derby. God make your Majefty joyful, as you have been. Queen. The Countess Richmond, good my Lord of Derby, To your good. Prayer will fcarcely fay, Amen; Yet Derby, notwithstanding the's your Wife, And loves not me, be you, good Lord, affur'd, I hate not you for her proud Arrogance.

Derby

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