nen.

Som. Nor I, but stoop with patience to my fortone. Q. Mar. Nay, never boar me henco, despatch me (Ereunt Somer set and Oxford, guarded.

here; Q. Mar. So part we sadly in this troublous world, Here sheath thy sword; P'll pardon thee my deathi: To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem.

What ! Wilt thou not ?-Ther, Clarence, do it thou. K. Edw. Is proclamation made,-that who finds Clar. By heaven, I will not do thee so much Edward,

ease. Shall have a high reward, and he his life!

Q. Mar. Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence, do Glo. Il is; and lo, where youthful Edward

thou do it. comes.

Clar. Didst thou not hear me swear, I would not

do it. Enter Soldiers with Prince EDWARD.

Q. Mar. Ay, but thou usest to foisvear thyfell; K. Edw. Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him 'Twas sin before, but now 'lis charity.. speak.

What? Wilt thou not? Where is that devil's butcher, - What! Cani so young a thorn begin to prick - Hard-favour'd Richard ? Richard, where art thoa! Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make,

Thou art not here : Murder is thy alms-deed; For Learing arnis, for stirring up iny subjects, Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put'st back. Auri all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to?

K. Edw. Away, I say. I charge ye, bear her Prince. Speak like a subject, proud ambitious

hence, York !

Q. Mar. So come to you, and yours, as to this Suppose, that I am now my father's mouth ;

prince!

(Evit, led out forcible. Resign thy chair, and, where I stand, kneel thou, K. Edu'. Where's Richard gone? Whilst I propose the self-same words to thee, Clar. To London, all in post; and, as I guess, Which, traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to. To make a bloody supper in the Tower. Q. Mar. Ah, that thy father had been so re- K. Edu. He is sudden, if a thing comes in his solved !

head. Glo. That you might still have worn the petti- Now march we hence : discharge the common sort coat,

With pay and thanks, and let's away to London,
And ne'er have stolen the breech from Lancaster. And see our gentle queen how well she fares;

Prince. Let Æsop. sable in a winter's niglat; By this, I hope, she hath a son for me. (Errunt.
His currish riddles sort pot with this place.
Gio. By heaven, brat, I'll plague you for that SCENE VI.-London.-A Room in the Touer.

word.
Q. Mar. Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to King HENRY is discovered sitting with a Book in

his Hand, ihe LIEUTENANT attending. — Enter Glo. For God's sake, take away this captive scold.

GLOSTER. Prince. Nay, take away this scolding crook-back Glo. Good day, my lord! What, at your book bo rather.

hard ? K. Edw. Peace, wilfuľ boy, or I will charmt your K. Hen. Ay, my good lord » My lord, I should tongue.

say rather ; (lar. Unlutor'd lad, thou art too malapert.

'Tis sin to faller, good was little better: Prince. I know my duty, you are all undutiful :

Good Gloster, and good devil, were alike, Lascivious Edwardi, -and thou perjured George,- And both preposterous; therefore, not good lord. Aud thou misshapen Dick, I tell you all,

Glo. Sirrahi, leave us to ourselves : we must con I am your better, traitors as ye are ;-)

fer.

(Exit Lieutenant. And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine. K. Hen. So flies the reckless + shepherd from the K. Edu. Take that, the likeness of this railer

wolf: here.

(Stabs him. So first the harmless sheep doth yield bis fleece, Glo. Sprawl'st thou ? Take that, to end thy agony.

And next his throat unto the butcher's knife.

(Glo. stabs hini. What scene of death hath Roscius now to act? 'Ilar. Avd there's for twitting me with perjury. Glo. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;

(Clar. Stabs him. The thiet doth fear each bush an officer.
Q. Mar. 0, kill me too!

K. Hen. The bird that hath been limed in a bush,
Glo. Marry, and shall. [Offers to kill her. With trenibling wings misdoubieth 1 every bush:
K. Edw. Hold, Richard, hold, for we have done And I, the bapless male to one sweet bird,
too much.

Have now the fatal object in my eye,
Glo. Why should she live, to fill the world with Where my poor young was limed, was caught and
Words 19

kill'd.
K. Edu. What? doth she swoon ? Use means for Glo. Why, what a peevish $ fool was that or
her recovery.

Crete,
Glo. Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother; That taught his son the office of a fowl ?.
l'il hence to London on a serious matter :

And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd.
Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news. K. Hen. I, Dædalus; my poor boy, Icarus ;
(lur. Wbat? what?

Thy father, Minos, that denied our course ; Glo. The Tower, the Tower!

(Erit. The sun, that seard the wings of my sweet boy, Q. Mar. 0, Ned, sweet Ned ! Speak to thy mo Thy brother Edward ; and thyself, the sea, ther, boy:

Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life.
Canst thou noi speak 2-0 traitors! murderers Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words !
They, that stabb’d Cæsar shed no blood at all, My breast can better brook thy dagger's point,
Did not oflend, nor were not worthy blaine, Than can my ears that tragic history:
If this foul deed were by, to equal it.

But wherefore dost thou come ? Is't for my life?
He was a man; this, in respect, a child;

Glo. Think'st thou, I am an executioner?
And men ne'er spend their fury on a child.

K. Hen. A persecutor, I am sure, thou art;
Wbat's worse than inurderer, ihat I may name it? If murdering innocents be executing,
No, no; my heart will burst, an if I speak :-

Why, then thou art an executioner.
And I will speak that so my heart may burst. Glo. Thy son 1 kill'd for his presuni ption.
Butchers and villains, bloody cannibals !

K. Hlen. Hadst thou been kill'd, when first thou
How sweet a plant have you untimely cropp'd !

didst presume, You have no children, butchers! If you had,

Thou hadst not lived to kill a son of mine. The thought of them would have stirr'd úp re. And thus I prophecy,—that many a thousand,

Which now mistrust no parcelll of my fear Dut, if you ever chance to have a child,

And many an old man's sigh, and many a widow's, Look in his yonth to have him so cut off,

And many an orphan's water-standing eye,-. As, dentlısmen! you have iid this sweet young

Men for their sons, wives for their husbands fate, prince!

And orphans for their parents' limeless deathi,K. Edw. Away with her; go, bear her hence Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born. perforce.

The owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil sign; • The prince calls Richard, for his crookedness, • She alludes to the deserʻion of Clarence, desop.

+ Careless. Hic. I will compel sou to te as silent as if you To misdoubt is 10 suspect danger, to fear. were deprived of specch by enchantment.

$ Childishi. 1 Dispute, coutention.

No part of what my fears presage.

morse :

Clar. By heaven, 1013

born,

Thoit cainest

P. Mar. Ar, but thcaret, 2008! wim Twas sin before out

What! Wilt thou not! Wert
Hard-arogr'd Richard
Thou art net bere: Nurder
Petitioners for tiood than the map
4. Eder. Away, I say. I thank

this.

prince ! K. Éd. Where's Richard Nied

Kitdu. He is sudara, a

bead. et march we hence: duchay

The night-crow cried, aboding luckless lime; orane. R. Mar. Nas, neper boten e larte

Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempests shook' down SCENE VII - The same.-4 Room in the Palace. sarded. bere;

trees ;
wuild, Here sheath it mord Me parende
The raren rook'd • her on the chimney's top,

King Edward is discovered sitting on his Throne ;
What! Wilt tog note
And chauering pies in dismal discords sung.

Queen ELIZABETH with the infant Prince, Clabody Thy mother telt more than a mother's pain,

RENCE, GLOSTER, HASTINGS, and others, near him.

K. Edw. Once more we sit in England's royal
P. Mar. Good C'arence, et dont le pet brought forth less than a mother's' hope ;
To wit-an indigest deformed lump,

throne,
vard thot do it
Clar. Didst igou pot be not like the fruit of such a goodly tree.

Re-purchased with the blood of enemies.
Teeth hadst thou in thy head, when thon wast What valiant foe-men, like to autumn's corn,
do in

Have we mow'd down, in tops of all their pride?
To signify,-thou camest to bite the world: Three dukes of Sumerset, threefold renown'd
And, if the rest be true which I have heard, Por hardy and undoubted champions :

Two Cliffords, as the father and the son,
Glo. I'll hear no more ;-Die, prophet, in thy And two Northumberlands; two braver men
speech;

[Stabs tini. Ne'er spurr'd their coursers at the trumpet's sound: For this, amongst the rest, was I ordain'd. With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and K. Hen. Ay, and for much more slaughter after

Montague,
hence,

That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion,
Q. Hor. So come to me,
O God! forgive my sins, and pardon thee! And made the forest tremble when they roar'd.

[Dies. Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat,
Glo. What, will the aspiring blood of Lancasier And made our footstool of security.-

Sink in the groand ? Clar. To Loudon, ail 1228

thought, it would have come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy : mounted.

Young Ned, for thee, thine uncles, and myself, To make a bloody serper

See, how my sword weeps for the poor king's Have in our armours watch'd the winter's night; death!

Went all a foot in summer's scalding heat, 0, may such purple tears be always shed

That thou might'st repossess the crown in peace; ith pay and thanks and is it?" From those that wish the downfall of our house And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain. If any spark of life be yet remaining,

Glo. I'll blast bis harvest, if your head were laid ; Down, down to hell; and say I sent thee thither, For yet I am not look'd on in the world.

[.Stabs him again. This shoulder was ordain'd so thick, to heave;, I, that have neither pity, love, nor fear.

And heave it shall some weight, or break my back :
Indeed, 'uis true, thai Henry told me of;

Work thou the way, -and thou shalt execute.
Por I have often heard my mother say,

(A side.
1 came into the world with my legs forward: K. Edw. Clarence, and Gloster, love my lovely

queen; ( vd dar, ms lond! 221,4 Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste,

And seek their ruin that usurp'd our right? And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both.
The midwife wonder'd; and the women cried, Clar. The duty, thai I owe unto your majesty,
0, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth!

I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe.
And so I was ; which plainly signified-

K. Edw. Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother,
That I shculd'snarl, and bite, and play the dog.

thanks.

(sprang'st,
Then, since the heavens have shaped my body so, Glo. And, that I love the tree from whence thou
Let hell make crook'd my mind, w answer it. Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit :-
I have no brother, I am like no brother :

To say the truth, so Judas kiss'd his master
And this word-love, which greybeards call divine, And cried-All'hail! when as he mean - Aside.
Be resident in men like one another,

all harm.
And not in me; I am myself alone.-

K. Edw. Now am I seated as my soul delights, Clarence, beware ; thou keep'st me from the Having my country's peace, and brothers' loves. light;

Clar. What will your grace have done with MarBut I will sort+ a pitchy day for thee :

garet?
For I will buz abroad such prophecies,

Reignier, her father, to the king of France
That Edward shall be fearful of his life;

Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem,
And then, to purge his fear, I'll be thy death, And hither have they sent it for her ransome.
King Henry, and the prince his son, are gone : K. Edw. Away with her, and wast her hence to
Clarence, thy burn is next; and then the rest ;

France.
Counung myself but had, will I be best.-

And now what rests, but that we spend the time
I'll throw thy body in another room,

With stately triuinphs", mirthful comic shows, And triumph, Henry, m thy day of doom. (Exit. Such as beot the pleasures of the court ?

Sound, drums and trumpets !-Farewell, sour annoy! • To rook, signified to squat down or lodge on For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy. (Eseunt. any thing. Select

• Public shows.

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}

KING EDWARD THE FOURTH.

SIR JAMES BLOUNT.-SIR WALTER HERBERT. EDWARD, Prince of Wales, af

Sir Robert BRAKENBURY, Lieutenant of the Tower. terwards King Edward V. Sons to the King. CHRISTOPHER URSWICK, a Priest.-Another Priest. RICAARD, Duke of York.

LORD MAYOR OF LONDON.-SHERIFF OF WILT. GEORGE, Duke of Clarence,

Brothers to the

SHIRE.
RICHARD, Duke of Gloster, after-
wards King Richard II.

King.

ELIZABETH, Queen of King Edward IV.
A young Son of Clarence.

MARGARET, Queen of King Henry VI.
HENRY, Earl of Richmond, afterwards King Henry DUCHESS or York, Mother to King Edward IV.,
VII.

CLARENCE and GLOSTER.
CARDINAL BOURCHIER, Archbishop of Canterbury. LADY ANNR, Widow to Edward Prince of Wales,
Thomas ROTHERAM, Archbishop of York.

Son to King Henry VI.; afterwards married to
JOHN MORION, Bishop of Ely,

the Duke of Gloster.
DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.

A young DAUGHTER of Clarence.
DUKE OF NORFOLK : EARL OF SURRRY, his Son.

EARL RIVERS, Brother to King Edward's Queen : Lords, and other Attendants; two Gentlemen, a
MARQUIS OP Dorset, and LORD GREY, her Song. Pursuivant, Scrivener, Citizens, Murderers, Mes-
EARL OF OXFORD. LORD HASTINGS.-LORD STAN- sengers, Ghosts, Soldiers, &c.

LEY, LORD LOVEL.
SIR THOMAS VAUGHAN.-S1R RICHARD RATCLIFF.

Scene, England.
SIR WILLIAM CATESBY.-Sir James TYRREL.

ACT I.

Dive, thoughts, down to piy soul! Here Clarence

conies. SCENE I.-London.-A Street.

Enter CLARENCE, guarded, and BRAKENBURY. Enter GLOSTER.

Brother, good day : what means this armed guard,
Glo. Now is the winter of our discontent

That waits upon your grace?
Made glorious summer by this son of York;

Clar. His majesty,
And all the clouds that lower'd upon our house, Tendering my person's safety, hath appointed
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

This conduct to convey me to the Tower.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths; Glo. Upon what cause?
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;

Clar. Because my name isGevrge.
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,

Glo. Alack, my lord, that fault is none of yours;
Our dreadful marches to delightful 'n.easures He should, for that, commit your godfathers :-
Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; o, belike, his majesty. hath some intent,

That
And now, instead of mounting barbed + steeds,

you should be new christen'd in the Tower. To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,

But what's the matter, Clarence? May I know? He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber,

Clar. Yea, Richard, when I know ; for I protest,
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.

As yet I do not: but, as I can learn,
But 1,-that am not shaped for sportive tricks,

He hearkens after prophecies and dreams;
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass ;

And from the cross-row plucks the letter G,
1, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty, And says a wizard told him, that by G
To strut before a wanton ambling nynıph;

His issue disinherited should be ;
I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,

And, for my name of George begins with G,
Cheated or feature by dissenibling patare;

It follows in his thought, that I am he:
Deform’d, unfinish'd, sent before my time

These, as I learn, and such like toys * as these,
Into this breathing world, scarce half nade up,

Have moved his highness to commit me now.
And that so lamely and unfashionable,

Glo. Why, this it is, when men are ruled by
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them;-
Why I, in this weak piping time of peace,

'Tis not the king, that sends you to the Tower; Have no delight to pass a way the time;

My lady Grey, his wife, Clarence, 'tis she,
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun,

That teinpers him to this extremnity.
And descant on mine own deformity ;

Was it not she, and that good man of worship,
And therefore,- since I cannot prove a lover, Anthony Woodeville, her brother there,
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,

That made hin send lord Hastings to the Tower;
I am determined to prove a villain,

From whence this present day he is deliver'd ? And hate the idle pleasures of these days.

We are not safe, Clarence, we are not safe. Plots, have I laid, inductions dangerous,

Clar. By heavey, I think, there is no man secure, By drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams, But the queen's kindred, and night-walking heralds To set my brother Clarence, and the king,

That trudge betwixt the king and mistress Shore.
In deadly hate, the one against the other :

Heard you not, what an humble suppliant
And, if king Edward be as true, and just,

Lord Hastings was to her for his delivery !
As I am subtie, false, and treacherous,

Glo. Humbly complaining to her deity
This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up; Got my lord chamberlain his liberty.
About a prophecy, which says-'that G

I'll tell you what, I think, it is our way,
Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be.

If we will keep in favour with the king,

To be her men, and wear her livery: • Dances.

+ Armed. 1 Preparations for mischief,

• Fancies.

women:

1

ELIZABETH, Queen of King Edward I.
! MARGARET, Qocenc Rube?!!
DOCESS OF TURK, Mulher Wars:

CLARIN and GLOR.
LADY ANNE, Widst End Prome il

Soa to King Henry VI, alus

the Duke of Glister,
A yoang Darcure u Carence.
Lords, and other Attendem; m (ames

Pursat aat, Scriteres, C: #ES, Karen
kecgers, Ghosts, Suidiers, &c.

Scene, England.

The jealous o'er-worn widow, and herself, The readiest way to make the wench amends,
Since that our brother dubb'd them gentlewomen, Is to become her husband, and her father :
Are mighty gossips in this monarchy.

The which will l; not all so much for love,
Brak. I beseech your graces both to pardon me; As for another secret close intent,
Ilis majesty hath straitly given in charge,

By marrying her, which I must reach unto.
That no man shall have private conference,

But yet I run before my horse to market:
Of what degree soever with his brother.

Clarence sull breathes; Edward still lives and
Glo. Even so? An please your worship, Braken.

reigns ; bury,

When they are gone, then must I count my gains. You may partake of any thing we say :

(Exit.
We speak no treason, man ;--We say, the king
Is wise and virtuous; and his noble queen

SCENE II.-The same.- Another Street.
Well struck in years; fair, and not jealous :
We say, that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot,

Enter the Corpse of King HENRY the Sixth, borne
A cherry lip,

in an open (offin, Gentlemen bearing Hulberds, to A bonny' eye, a passing pleasing tongue;

guard it; and Lady ANNE, as Mourner.
And the queen's kindred are made gentlefolks : Anne. Set down, set down, your honourable
How say you, Sir? Can you deny all this?

load,--
Brak. With this, my lord, myself have naught If honour may be shrouded in a hearse,
to do.

Whilst I a while obsequiously lament
Glo. Naught to do with mistress Shore! I tell thee, The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster.-
fellow,

Poor key-coid tigure of a holy king !
He that doth naught with her, excepting one, Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster!
Were best to do it secretly, alone.

Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood
Brak. What one, my lord ?

Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost, Glo. Her husband, knave ?- Wouldst thou be- To hear the lamentations of poor Anne, tray me?

Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughter'd son, Brak. I beseech your grace to pardon me; and Stabb'd by the self-samé hand that made these withal,

wounds! Forbear your conference with the noble duke.

Lo, in these windows, that let forth thy life, Clar. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and will I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes : obey.

0, cursed be the hand that made these holes ! Glo. We are the queen's abjects t, and unust obey. Cursed the heart, that had the heart to do it! Brother, farewell: I will into the king;

Cursed the blood, that let this blood froin hence ! And whatsoever you will employ me in,

More direful hap betide that hated wretch,
Were it to call king Edward's widow-sister,- That makes us wretched by the death of thee,
I will perform it, to enfranchise you.

Than I can wish to adders, spiders, toads,
Mean time, this deep disgrace in brotherhood, Or any creeping venom'd thing that lives!
Toaches me deeper than you can imagine.

If ever he have a child, abortive be it,
Clar. I know, it pleaseik neither of us well. Prodigious, and untimely brought to light,

Glo. Well, your imprisonment shall not be long; Whose ugly and unnatural aspect
I will deliver you, or else lie for you :

May tright the hopeful niother at the view;
Mean time, have patience.

And that be heir to his unhappiness!
Clar, I must perforce; farewell.

If ever he have wife, let her be made
(Exeunt Clurence, Brakenbury, and Guard. More miserable by the death of him,
Glo. Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er re- | Than I am made by my young lord and thee!-
turn,

Come, now, toward Chertsey with your holy load,
Simple, plain Clarence !-I do love thee so,

Taken from Paul's to be interred there;
Thai I will shortly seadiny soul to heaven,

And, still as you are weary of the weight,
li heaven will take the present at our hands. Rest you, whiles I lament king Henry's corse.
But who comes here? The new-deliver'd Hastings? (The Bearers take up the Corpse, and advance
Enter HASTINGS.

Enter GLOSTER.
Hast: Good time of day unto my gracious lord ! Glo. Stay, you that bear the corse, and set i
Glo. As auch unto my good lord chamberlain !

down.
Well are you welcome to this open air.

Anne. What black magician conjures up this
How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment?

fiend,
Hast. With patience, noble lord, as prisoners to stop devoted charitable deeds ?

Glo. Villains, set down the corse; or, by Saint
Bat I shall live, my lord, to give them thanks,

Paul,
That were the cause of my imprisonment.

I'll make a porse of him that disobey's.
Glo. No doubt, no doubt; and so shall Clarence

1 Gent. My lord, stand back, and let the coffin loo,

pass. For they, that were your enemies, are his,

Glo. Unmanner'd dog! Stand thou when I com. And have prevail'd as much on him, as you.

mand: Hast. More pity, that the eagle should be mew'di, Advance thy halberd higher than my breast, While kites and buzzards prey at liberty.

Or, by Saint Paul, l'll strike thee to my foot, Glo. What news abroad?

And spurn upon thee, beggar, for thy boldness. Hast. No news so bad abroad, as this at home;

(The Bearers set down the coffin. The king is sichly, weak., and nielancholy,

Anne. What, do you tremble? Are you all afraid? And his physicians fear him mightily:

Alas, I blame you not; for you are mortal, Glo. Now, by Saint Paul, this news is bad indeed. And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil. 0, he hath kept an evil diet long,

Avaunt, thou dreadful minister of hell! And over-much consumed his royal person; Thou hadst but power over his mortal body, 'Tis very grievous to be thought upon.

His soul thou canst not have; therefore, be gone. What, is he in bis bed ?

Glo. Sweet Saint, for charity be not so curst. Hast. He is.

Anne. Foul devil, for God's sake, bience, and Glo. Go you before, and I will follow you.

trouble is not ;

(Exit Hastings. For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell, He cannot live, I hope ; and must not die,

Fill'd it with cursing cries, and deep exclaims.
Till George he pack'd with post-horse up to heaven. If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds,
I'll in, to urge his hatred more to Clarence,

Behold this pattern of thy butcheries :-
With lies well steel'd with weighty arguments; O, gentlemen, see, see! Dead Henry's wounds
And, if I fail not in iny deep intent,

Open their congeal'd mouths, and bleed afresh!-
Clarence hath not anoiher day to live :

Biush, blush, thou lamp of foul deformity;
Which done, God take king Edward to his mercy, For 'tis thy presence that exhales this blood
And leave the world for me to bustle in!

Prom cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells;
For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter: Thy deed, inhuman, and unnatural,
What though I kill'd her husband, and her father? Provokes this deluge most unnatural.

O God, which this blood madest, revenge his death!
• The queen and Shore.
+ Lowest of subjects.

Confined.
• Funeral.

+ Example.

Dive, thoughts, down to my soul! Here Ciu

Comes.
Enter CLARENCB, guarded, and Bustama
Brother, good dav: what means this armed
That waits upon jaar grace!

(lar. His majest),
Tendering my perwin's safety, ha k 2,722
This conduct to copres me to the Team

Gto. ( pon what cause !
C'ar. Because my name is-beurre

Gl. Alack, my lord, that tani sms
He should, for itat, comfort sur
O, belike, his majesty hath some ness
That you shculd be new christer's theft
But what's the matter, Clarence et les

Clar. Yea, Richard, when I know, in love
1 yet I do not : bat, as I can leara,
He hearkens after prophecies and dress,
And from the cross-row plucks the letter by
And marka wizard told him, that by G
His issue disinberited should be;

must:

And, for my name of George begins with 6

It follows in his thought, that I as be:

These, as I learn, and such like !CT Have moted his highocu to commi B

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O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge his Gl. Curse not thyself, falr creature; thou art death

both.
Either, heaven, with lightning strike the murderer Anne. I would I were, to be revenged on thee.
dead,

Glo. It is a quarrel most unnatural,
Or, earth, gape open wide, and eat him quick; To be revenged on him that loveth thee.
As thou dost swallow up this good king's blood, Anne. It is a quarrel just and reasonable,
Which his hell-govern'd arm hath butcher'd! To be revenged on him that kill'd my husband.
Glo. Lady, you know no rules of charity,

Glo. He that bereft thee, lady, of ihy husband,
Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses. Did it to help thee to a better husband:
Anne. Villain, thou know'st no law of God nor Anne. His better doth not breathe upon the earth.

Glo. He lives, that loves you better than he
No beast so fierce, but knows some touch of pity.

could.
Glo. But I know none, and therefore am no beast. Anne. Name him.
Anne. O wonderful, when devils tell the truth! Glo. Plantagenet.
Glo. More wonderful, when angels are so angry.

Anne. Why, that was he.
Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman,

Glo. The self-same name, but one of better na.
Of these supposed evils, to give me leave,
By circumstance, but to acquit myself.

Anne. Where is he?
Anne. Vouchsafe, diffused infection of a man, Glo. Here : [She spits at him.] Why dost thou
For these known evils, but tw give me leave,

spit at me?
By circumstance, to curse thy cursed self.

Anne. 'Would it were mortal poison, for thy sake! Glo. Fairer than tongue can name thee, let me Glo. Never came poison from so sweet a place. have

Anne. Never hung poison on a fouler toad. Some patient leisure to excuse myself,

Out of my sight! Thou dust infect mine eyes. Anne. Fouler than heart can think thee, thou Glo. Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine. canst make

Anne. 'Would they were basilisks, to strike thee No excuse current, but to hang thyself.

dead! Glo. By such despair, I should accuse myself. Glo. I would they were, that I might die at once! Anne. And, by despairing, shalt thou stand ex. For now they kill me with a living death. cused;

Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt Por doing worthy vengeance on thyself,

tears, That didst unworthy slaughter upon others. Shamed their aspects with store of childish drops : Glo. Say, that I slew them not?

These eyes, whioh never shed remorseful tear,Anne. Why then, they are not dead :

Not, when my father York and Edward wept, But dead they are, and, devilish slave, by thee. To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made, Glo. I did not kill your husband.

When black-faced Clifford shook his sword at bim: Anne. Why, then he is alive.

Nor when thy warlike father, like a child, Glo. Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's Told the sad story of my father's death ; hand.

And twenty times made pause, to sob, and weep; Anne. In thy soul's

' throat thou liest; queen Mar That all the standers-by had wet their cheeks; garet saw

Like trees bedash'd with rain : in that sad time,
Thy murderous faulchion smoking in his blood; My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear;
The which thou once didst bend against her breast, And what these sorrows could not thence exhale,
But that thy brothers beat aside the point.

Thy beauty hath, and made thein blind with
Glo. I was provoked by her slanderous tongue,

weeping.
That laid their guilt upon my guil(less shoulders. I never sued to friend, nor enemy;

Anne. Thou wast provoked by thy bloody mind, My tongue could never learn sweet soothing word;
That never dreamt on aught but butcheries : But now thy beauty is proposed my fee,
Didst thou not kill this king?

My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to
Glo. I grant ye.

speak. (She looks scornfully at kim. Anne. Dost grant me, hedge-hog? Then, God Teach not thy lip such scorn ; for it was made grant me too,

For kissing, lady, not for such conteinpt.
Thou may'st be damned for that wicked deed! If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive,
0, he was gentle, nuild, and virtuous.

Lo! here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword; Glo. The litter for the king of heaven that hath Which if thou please to hide in this true breast, him.

And let the soul forth that adoreth thee,
Ånne. He is in heaven, where thou shalt never I lay it naked to the deadly stroke,

And humbly beg the death upon my knee.
Glo. Let him thank me, that holp to send him

(He lays his Breast open; she offers at thither;

it with his Sword.
For he was fitter for that place, than earth. Nay, do not panse ; for I did kill king Henry,-

Anne. And thou unfit for any place, but hell. Bui 'was thy beauty that provoked me.
Glo. Yes, one place else, if you will hear me Nay, now despatch; 'twas I that stabb'd young
name it.

Edward ;- (She again ofefs at his Breast.
Anne. Some dungeon.

But 'twas thy heavenly face that set me on. Glo. Your bed chamber.

(She lets fall the Sword.
Anne. Il rest betide the chamber where thou Take up the sword again, or take up me.
liest!

Anne: Arise, dissembler; though I wish thy death,
Glo. So will it, madam, 'till I lie with you. I will not be thy executioner.
Anne. I hope so.

Glo. Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it.
Glo. I know so.-But, gentle lady Anne,

Anne. I have already.
To leave this keen encounter of our wits,

Glo. That was in thy rage :
And tall somewhat into a slower method ;-

Speak it again, and, even with the word,
Is not the canser of the timeless deaths

This band, which, for thy love, did kill thy love,
Of these Plantagenets, Henry, and Edward, Shall, for thy love, kill a far truer love;
As blameful as the executioner?

To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary.
Anne. Thou wast the cause, and most aocursed Anne. I would, I knew thy heart.
effect

Glo. 'Tis figured in
Glo. Your beanty was the cause of that effect; My tongue.
Your beauty, which did haunt me in my sleep, Anne. I fear me, both are false.
To undertake the death of all the world,

Glo. Then man
So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom. Was never true.

Anne. If I thought that, I tell thee homicide, Anne. Well, well, put up your sword.
These nails should rend that beauty from my Glo. Say then, my peace is made.
cheeks.

Anne. That shall you know
Glo. These eyes could not endure that beauty's Hereafter.
wreck,

Glo. But shall I live in hope?
You should not blemish it, if I stood by :

Anne. All men,
As all the world is cheered by the sun,

I hope, live so.
So I by that; it is my day, my life.

Glo. Vour safe to wear this ring.
Anne. Black night'o'ershade thy day, and death
tby life!

• Pitiful.

come.