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O God, which this blood mad'st, revenge his death! | Anne. III rest betide the chamber where thou O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge his
dead, Glo. So will it, madam, 'till I lie with you. Either, heaven, with lightning strike the murderer Aime. I hope so. Or, earth, gape open wide, and eat him quick; 51 Glo. I know so.-But, gentle lady Anne, As thou dost swallow up this good king's blood, To leave this keen encounter of our wits, Which his hell-govern'd arm hath butchered! And fall somewhat into a slower · method;
Glo. Lady, you know no rules of charity, Is not the causer of the timeless deaths Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses. Of these Plantagenets, Henry, and Edward, Anne. Villain, thou know'st no law of God nor 10 As blameful as the exceutioner? [effect. man;
Anne. Thou wast the cause, and most accurs'd No beast so fierce, but knows some touch of pity. Glo. Your beauty was the cause of that effect; · Glo. But I know none, and therefore am no Your beauty, which did haunt me in my sleep, beast.
To undertake the death of all the world, Anne. O wonderful, when devils tell the truth! |15 So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom. Glo. More wonderful, when angels are so angry.- Anne. If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide, Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman,
Thesenails shouldrendthatbeautyfrom mycheeks. Of these supposed evils, to give me leave,
Glo. These eyes could not endure that beauty's By circumstance, but to acquit myself.
wreck, Anne. Vouchsafe, diffus'd' infection of a man, 20 You should not blemish it, if I stood by: For these known evils, but to give me leave, As all the world is cheered by the sun, By circumstance, to curse thy cursed self. (have so I by that; it is my day, my life. [thy life!
Glo. Fairer than tongue can name thee, let me Anne. Black night o'er-shade thy day, and death Some patient leisure to excuse myself.
Glo. Curse not thyself, fair creature; thou art • Anne. Fouler than heart can think thee, thou 251 both. ó canst make
Anne. I would I were, to be reveng'd on thee. No excuse' current, but to hang thyself.
Glo. It is a quarrel most unnatural, Glo. By such despair, I should accuse myself. To be reveng'd on him that loveth thee.
Anne. And, by despairing, shalt thou stand ex- Anne. It is a quarrel just and reasonable, For doing worthy vengeance on thyself, [cus'd 30 To be reveng'd on him that kill'd my husband. Thạt didst unworthy slaughter upon others.
Glo. He that bereft thee, lady, of thy husband, Glo. Say, that I slew them not ?
Did it to help thee to a better husband. [earth, Anne. Then say, they were not slain:
Anne. His better doth not breathe upon the But dead they are, and, devilish slave, by thee. Glo. He lives, that loves you better than he Glo. I did not kill your husband. 135 Anne. Name hiin.
[could, : Anne. Why, then he is alive.
[Margaret saw Glo. The self-same name, but one of better Anne. In thy foul throat thou ly'st; queen Anne. Where is he?
(spit at me? Thy murderous faulchion smoking in his blood; 401 Glo. Here: [She spits at him.] Why dost thou The which thou once didst bend against her breast, Anne. Would it were mortal poison for thy sake! But that thy brothers beat aside the point. 1 Glo, Never came poison from so sweet a place.
Glo. I was provoked by her sland'rous tongue, I Anne. Never hung poison on a fouler toad. That laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders. Out of my sight! thou dost infect mine eyes.
Anne, Thou wast provoked by thy bloody mind, 45 Glo.Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine. That never dreamt on aught but butcheries: 1 Anne.'Would they were basilisks, to strike thee Didst thou not kill this king?
[once; Glo. I grant ye.
[grant me too, Glo. I would they were, that I might die at Anne. Dost grant me, hedge-hog? then God For now they kill me with a living death. Thou may'st be damned for that wicked deed! 50 Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt “ Oh, he was gentle, mild, and virtuous.
tears, Glo. The fitter for the King of heaven that hath Sham'd their aspects with store of childish drops : him.
[come. These eyes, which never shed remorseful tear Anne. He is in heaven, where thou shalt never! Not, when my father York and Edward wept, Glo. Let him thank me, that holp to send him 55 To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made, thither;
When black-fac'd Clifford shook his swordat him: For he was fitter for that place, than earth. I 'Nor when thy warlike father, like a child,
Amne. And thou unfit for any place, but hell. Told the sad story of my father's death;
[name it. 60 That all the standers-by had wet their cheeks, Glo. Your bed-chamber.
I Like trees bedash'd with rain : in that sad time,
?i. e. irregular, uncouth; or the phrase may mean, Thou that art as dangerous as a pestilence, that infects the air by its diffusion.''i, e, a more serious method.
Mly manly eyes did scorn an humble tear; 1 Grant me this boon.
[She looks scornfully at him. Imagine I have said farewell already. Teach not thy lip such scorn; for it was made
[Exeunt tro, with Lady Anne. For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
101 Glo. Take up the corse, sirs. If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive,
Gen. Towards Chertsey, noble lord? Lo! here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword; | | Glo. No, to White-Fryars; there attend my Which if thou please to hide in this true breast,
coming. [Exeunt the rest, with the corse. And let the soul forth that adoreth thee, I Was ever woman in this humour woo'd? I lay it naked to the deadly stroke,
115 Was ever woman in this humour won? And humbly beg the death upon my knee. I l'll have her, but I will not keep her long.
(He lays his breast open, she offers at ilmouth his sword. What! I that kill'd her husband, and his father, Nav, do not pause; for I did kill king Henry;- To take her in her heart's extremest hate; But 'twas thy beauty that provoked me.
With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, Nay, now dispatch; 'twas I that stabb'd young 20 The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; Edward;
With God, her conscience, and these bars against But 'twas thy heavenly face that set ine on. And I no friends to back my suit withal, [me,
[She lets fall the sword. But the plain devil, and dissembling looks, Take up the sword again, or take up me.
And yet to win her,--all the world to nothing! Anne. Arise, dissembler; though I wish thy 25 Ha!“ I will not be thy executioner.
[death, Hath she forgot already that brave prince, Glo. Then bid me kill in yself, and I will do it.
d me kill myself, and I will do it.] Edward, her lord, whom I, some three months Anne. I have already.
Stabb’d in my angry mood at Tewksbury? [since, Glo. That was in thy rage:
A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman,Speak it again, and, even with the word, 30 Fram'd in the prodigality of nature?, This hand, which, for thy love, did kill thy love, Young, valiant, wise, and, no doubt, right royal, Shall, for thy love, kill a far truer love;
The spacious world cannot again afford : To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary. And will she yet abase her eyes on me, Anne. I would, I knew thy heart.
(That cropp'dihe golden prime of this sweet prince, Glo. 'Tis figur'd in my tongue.
\35 And made her widow to a woeful bed? Årne. I fear me, both are false.
On me, whose all not equais Edward's moictv? Glo. Then never man was true.
On me, that halt, and am mishapen thus? Anne. Well, well, put up your sword.
My dukedom to a beggarly denier, Glo. Say then, my peace is made.
1 I do mistake my person all this while: Anne. That shall you know hereafter, 140Upon my life, she finds, although I canirot, Glo. But shall I live in hope?
Myself to be a marvellous proper man. Anne. All men, I hope, live so.
I'll be at charges for a looking-glass; Glo. Vouchsafe to wear this ring.
And entertain a score or two of taylors, [She puts on the ring. To study fashions to adorn my body: Anne. To take is not to give.
45 since I am crept in favour with niyself, Glo, Look, how this ring encompasseth thy fin- I will maintain it with some little cost. Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Čger, But, first, I'll turn yon' fellow in his grave; . Wear both of them, for both of them are thine. And then return lainenting to my love.And if thy poor devoted servant may
Shine out, fair sun, 'till I have bought a glass, But beg one favour at thy gracious hand, 150 That I may see my shadow as I pass. [Exit. Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever.
[signs Aune. What is it? Glo. That it may please you leave these sad de
The Palace. To him that hath more cause to be a mourner, Enter the Queen, Lord Rivers her brother, and And presently repair to Crosby-place':
Lord Grey her son. Whereafter I have solemnly interr'd
Rit. Have patience, madam; there's no doubt At Chertsey monast'ry this noble king,
his majesty And wet his grave with my repentant tears, I Will soon recover his accustom'd health. I will with all expedient duty see you:
| Grey. In that you brook itill, it makes him worse: For divers unknown reasons I beseech you, 160 Therefore, for God's sake, entertain good comfort,
i Crosby-place is now Crosby-square in Bishopsgate-street. thoicest materials to complete a perfect man.
?ine. when nature selected all her
And chear his grace with quick and merry words. Whom God preserve better than you would wish!
And not provok'd by any suitor else ;
Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred, Queen. Ah, he is young; and his minority Chat in your outward action shews itself, Is put into the trust of Richard Gloster,
Against iny children, brothers, and myself; A man that loves not ine, nor none of you. 10 Makes hini to send ; that thereby he inay gather
Riv. Is it concluded, he shall be protector? | The ground of your ill-will, and so remove it.
Queen. It is determin'd', not concluded yet: 1 | Glo. I cannot tell : The world is grown so bad, But so it must be, if the king miscarry.
That wrens may prey where eagles dare not perch: Enter Buckingham, und Stanley.
Since every Jack became a gentleman, Grey. Here come the lords of Buckingham 15 There's many a gentle person made a Jack. and Stanley!
| Queen. Coine, come, we know your meaning, Buck. Good time of day unto your royal grace!
brother Gloster; Stanley. God make your majesty joyful as you You envy my advancement, and my friends: I have been!
Tof Stanley, God grant, we never may have need of you! Queen. The countess Richmond, good my lord 20 Glo. Meantime, God grants that we have need To your good prayer will scarcely say—Amen.
Held in contempt; while great promotions Stanley. I do beseech you, either not believe (25 Are daily given, to ennoble those [noble. The envious slanders of her false accusers; That scarce, some two days since, were worth a Or, if she be accus'd on true report,
Queen. By Him, that rais'd me to this careful Bear with her weakness, which, I think, proceeds! From that contented hap which I enjoy'd, [height From wayward sickness, and no grounded malice. I never did incense his majesty Queen. Saw you the king to-day, my lord of 30 Against the duke of Clarence, but have been Stanley?
An earnest advocate to plead for him. Stanley. But now the duke of Buckingham, and I, My lord, you do me shameful injury, Are come from visiting his majesty. [lords: Falsely to draw me in these vile suspects.
Queen. What likelihood of his amendınent, Glo: You may deny that you were not the cause Buck. Madam, good hope; his grace speaks|35|Of my lord Hastings' late imprisonment. chearfully.
[with him Rir. She may, my lord; for (not so? Queen. God grant him health! Did you confer G lo. She may, lord Rivers ?-why, who knows Buck.Ay, madam: he desires to make atonement She may do more, sir, than denying that: Between the duke of Gloster and your brothers, She may help you to many fair preferments; And between them and my lord chamberlain; 40 And then deny her aiding hand therein, And sent to warn ? them to his royal presence. And laythose honours on your high desert. (she
Would all were wellBut that will! What may she not? She may,-ay, marry, may never be!
Riv. What, marry, may she? I fear, our happiness is at the height.
Glo. What, marry, may she? marry with a kinga Enter Gloster, Hastings, and Dorset. 45 A batchelor, a handsome stripling too: . Glo. They do me wrong, and I will not endure! I wis, your grandam had a worser match. Who are they, that complain unto the king? [it:- Queen. My lord of Gloster, I have too long borne That I, forsooth, am stern, and love thein not? Your blunt upbraidings, and your bitter scoffs By holy Paul, they love his grace but lightly, By heaven, I will acquaint his majesty That fill his ears with such dissentious ruinours. 150|Of those gross taunts I often have endur'd. Because I cannot flatter, and speak fair,
I'd rather be a country servant-miaid, Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive, and cog, Than a great queen, with this condition Duck with French nods and apish cuurtesy, To be so baited, scorn'd, and stormed at: I must be held a rancorous enemy.
| Small joy have I in being England's queen. Cannot a plain man live, and think no harm, 155) Enter Queen Margaret, behind. But thus his simple truth must be abus'd
2. Mar. And lessen'd be that small, God, i By silken, sly, insinuating Jacks? [grace
beseech thee! Grey. To whom in all this presence speaks your Thy honour, state, and-seat, is due to me. [king?
Glo. To thee, that hast nor honesty, nor grace. Glo. What! threat you me with telling of the When have I injur'dthee? when done thee wrong? 60 Tell him, and spare not; look, what I have said Or thee?-or thee? or any of your faction? I will avouch in presence of the king: A plague upon you all! His royal grace, | II dare adventure to be sent to the Tower.
Determind signifies the final conclusion of the will: concluded, what cannot be altered by reason of some act consequent on the final judgement. ? i. e. to summon them.
*Tis time to speak, my pains' are quite forgot. And all the pleasures you usurp, are mine. 2. Alar. Out?, devil! I remember them too | Glo. The curse my noble father laid on thee, well:
When thou didst crown his warlike brows with Thou kill'dst my husband Henry in the Tower,
paper, And Edward, my poor son, at Tewksbury. [king, 5 And with thy scorns drew'st rivers from his eyes;
Glo. Ere you were queen, ay, or your husband And then, to dry them, gav'st the duke a clout, I was a pack-horse in his great atlairs;
Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland; A weeder-out of his proud adversaries,
His curses, then from bitterness of soul A liberal rewarder of his friends;
Denounc'd against thee, are all fallen upon thee; To royalize' his blood, I spilt mine own. 10 And God, not we, bath plagu'd thy bloody deed. 2. Alar. Av, and much better blood than his or Queen. So just is God, to right the innocent.
(Grey, Hast. O,'twas the foulest deed, to slay that babe, Glo. In all which time, you, and your husband And the most merciless, that e'er was heard of. Were factious for the house of Lancaster;—
Riv. Tyrants themselves wept when it was And, Rivers, so were you:- Was not your husband 15
reported. In Margaret's battle at Saint Alban's slain?
Dors. No man but prophesy'd revenge for it. Let me put in your minds, if you forget,
Buck. Northumberland, then present, wept to What you have been ere now, and what you are;
[came, Withal, what I have been, and what I am. [art. 2. Mar. What! were you snarling all, before I
2. Mar. A murd'rous villain, and so still thou 20 Ready to catch each other by the throat, Glo. Poor Clarence did forsake his father War
arence did forsake his father War- And turn you all your hatred now on ne? (ven, wick,
[don ! Did York's dread curse prevail so much with heaAy, and forswore himself, Which Jesu par- FThat Henry's death, my lovely Edward's death, 2. Mar. Which God revenge!
Their kingdoni's loss, my woetul banishinent, Glo. To fight on Edward's party, for the crown; 25 Could all but answer for that peevish brat ? And, for his meed, poor lord, he is mew'd up: Can curses pierce the clouds, and enter heaven? Iwould to God,my heart were flint, like Edward's, Why, then give way, dull clouds, to my quick Or Edward's soft and pitiful, like mine;
curses ! Jani too childish-foolish for this world. [world, Though not by war, by surfeit die your king ,
2. Mar. Hie thee to hell for shame,and leave this 30 is ours by murder, to make him a king! Thou cacodæmon! there thy kingdom is.
Edward, thy son, that now is prince of Wales, Riv. My lord of Gloster, in those busy days, (For Edward, my son, that was prince of Wales, Which here you urge, to prove us enemies, Die in his youth, by like untimely violence! We follow'd then our lord, our sovereign king; Thyself a queen, for me that was a queen, So should we you, if you should be our king. 35 Out-live thy glory, like my wretched self!
Glo. If I should be had rather be a pedlar: Long may'st thou live, to wailthy children's loss; Far be it from my heart, the thought thereof! And see another, as I see thee now,
Queen. As little joy, my lord, as you suppose Deck'd in thy rights, as thou art stall'd in mine! You should enjoy, were you this country's king; Long die thy happy days before thy death; As little joy you may suppose in me,
140/And, after many lengthen'd hours of grief, That I enjoy, being the queen thereof.
Die neither mother, wife, nor England's queen! 2. Mar. A little joy enjoys the queen thereof; Rivers,-and Dorset, you were standers-by, For I am she, and altogether joyless.
And so wast thou, lord Hastings,---when my son I can no longer hold me patient.[She advances. Was stabb'd with bloody daggers; God, I prayhim, Hear me, you wrangling pirates, that fall out 145That none of you may live your natural age, In sharing that which you have pill'd * from me: But by some unlook'd accident cut off! Which of you trembles not, that looks on me? Glo. Have done thy charm, thou hateful wiIf not, that I, being queen, you how like subjects;
[shalt hear me. Yet that, by you depos’d, you quake like rebels?-- 2. Mar. And leave out thee? stay, dog, for thou Ah, gentle villain, do not turn away! (my sight? 50 If heaven have any grievous plague in store, Glo. Foul wrinkled witch, what mak'st thou in Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee,
2. Mar. But repetition of what thou hast marr'd;} 10, let them keep it,'till thy sins be ripe, That will I make, before I let thee go.
And then hurl down their indignation Glo. Wert thou not banished, on pain of death?! On thee, the troubler of the poor world's peace! 2. Mar. I was; but I do find more pain in 55 The worm of conscience still be-gnaw thy soul! banishment,
Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou liv'st, Than death cau yield me here by my abode. And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends! A busband, and a son, thou ow'st to me, No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine, And thou, a kingdom;-all of you, allegiance: Unless it be while some tormenting dream This sorrow that I have, by right is yours; 60|Affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils!
1 i. e. my labours. 2 Out is an interjection of abhorrence or contempt, frequent in the mouths of the common people of the North. i. e. to make royal. *i. e. pillaged. s Gentle in this place implies high-born. An opposition is meant between that and villain, which means at once a wicked and a low-born wretch. . Aluding to his luxurious life.
Thou elvish-mark'd' abortive, rooting hog?! (Hath in eternal darkness folded up.
|Your aiery buildeth in our aiery's nest :
u The slave of nature !, and the son of hell!. O God, that see'st it, do not suffer it; Thou slander of thy mother's heavy womb! As it was won with blood, lost be it so! [rity 'Thou loathed issue of thy father's loins !
| Buck. Peace, peace, for shame, if not for chaThou rag of honour*! thou detested
2. Mar. Urge neither charity nor shame to me; Glo. Margaret.
Uncharitably with me have you dealt, 2. Mar. Richard !
And shamefully by you my hopes are butcher'd. Glo. Ha?
My charity is outrage, life my shame,2. Mar. I call thee not.
10 And in my shame still live my sorrow's rage! Glo. I cry thee mercy then; for I did think, Buck. Have done, have done. Thand, That thou had'st call’d me all these bitter names. 1 2. Mar. O princely Buckingham, I'll kiss thy 2. Mar. Why, so I did ; but look'd for no In sign of league and amity with thee : reply.
Now fair befal thee, and thy noble house! 0, let me make the period to my curse. 15 Tby garnients are not spotted with our blood, Glo:'Tis done by me; and ends in Margaret. Nor thou within the compass of iny curse. Queen. Thus have you breath'd your cursel | Buck. Nor no one here; for curses never pass against yourself.
[fortune! The lips of those that breathe them in the air. 2. Mar. Poor painted queen, vain flourish of my | 2.Mar. I'll not believe but they ascend the sky, Why strew'st thou sugar on that bottled ' spider, 20 And there awake God's gentle-sleeping peace. Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about? I JO Buckingham, beware of yonder dog ; Fool, fool! thou whett'st a knife to kill thyself. Look, when he fawns, he bites; and when he bites, The day will come, that thou shalt wish for me His venom tooth will rankly to the death : To help thee curse this pois'nous hunch-back'd! Have not to do with hiin, beware of him; shim; toad.
[curse: 25 Sin, death, and hell, have set their marks upon Hast. False-boding woman, end thy frantick! And all their ministers attend on him. Sham. Lest, to thy harm, thou move our patience.
Glo. What doth she say, my lord of Bucking2. Mar. Foul shame upon you ! you have all Buck. Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord. mov'd mine.
2. Mar. What, dost thou scorn me for my genRiv. Were you well serv'd, you would be|30| tle counsel? taught your duty.
me duty,! And soothe the devil that I warn thee from? 2. Mar. To serve me well, you all should do 0, but remember this another day, Teach me to be your queen, and you my subjects: When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow; O, serve me well, and teach yourselves that duty. And say, poor Margaret was a prophetess.
Dors. Dispute not with her, she is lunatic. 35 Live each of you the subjects to his hate, 2. Mar. Peace, master marquis, you are mal-! And he to yours, and all of you to God's! [Erit. apart;
Buck. Myhair doth stand on end to hear hercurses. Your fire-new stamp of honour is scarce current: Rit. And so doth mine; I wonder, she's at liberty. O, that your young nobility could judge, | Glo. I cannot blame her, by God's holy mother; What’twere to lose it, and be miserable! (them; 40 She hath had too much wrong, and I repent They that stand high, have many blasts to shake My part thereof, that I have done to her. And, if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces. | Queen. I never did her any, to my knowledge. Glo. Good counsel, marry ;-learn it, learn it, Glo. Yet you have all the vantage of her wrong. marquis.
1 I was too hot to do some body good, Dors. It touches you, my lord, as much as me. 45 That is too cold in thinking of it now. Glo. Ay, and much more: But I was born so Marry, as for Clarence, he is well repay'd; Our aiery buildeth in the cedar's top, [high, He is frank'd up 'to fatting for his pains; And dallies with the wind, and scorns the sun. God pardon them that are the cause thereof! 2. Mar. And turns the sun to shade;--alas! | Rit. A virtuous and a christian-like conclusion, alas!
150 To pray for them that have done scathe to us. , Witness my sun, now in the shade of death; | Glo. So do I ever, being well advis’d;Whose bright out-shining beams thy cloudy wrath! For had I curs'd now, I had curs'd myself. [ Aside,
The common people in Scotland have still an aversion to those who have any natural defect or redundancy, as thinking them mark'd out for mischief. ? She calls him hog, as an appellation more contemptuous than boar, as he is elsewhere terined from his ensigns armorial. The expression is strong and noble, and alludes to the ancient custom of masters branding their profligate slaves : by which it is insinuated, that his mishapen person was the mark that nature had set upon him to stige. matize his ill conditions. 4 Intimating that much of his bonour was torn away.' 5A spider is called bottled, because, unlike other insects, he has a middle slender, and a belly protuberant. Rich.' ard's form and venom make her liken him to a spider. • An aiery is a hawk's or an eagle's nest ? Mr. Pope says, that a frank is an old English word for a hog-stye, and that 'tis possible he uses this metaphor to Clarence, in allusion to the crest of the family of York, which was a boar. Mr. Steen vens, however, asserts, that a frank was not a common hog-stye, but the pen in which those hogs were confined of whom brawn was to be made. i.e. harın, inischief.. .