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My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear;
[She looks scornfully at him.
[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 4 that provoked me. Nay, now despatch ; 'twas I that stabb'd young Ed
ward :- [She again offers at his Breast. But 'twas thy heavenly face that set me on.
[She lets fall the Sword. Take up the sword again, or take up me.
Anne. 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 :
4 But 'twas thy beauty — ] Shakspeare countenances the observation, that no woman can ever be offended with the mention of her beauty. Johnson.
Anne. I would, I knew thy heart.
'Tis figurd in My tongue.
Anne. I fear me, both are false.
Well, well, put up your sword.
That shall you know Hereafter.
Glo. But shall I live in hope ?
Vouchsafe to wear this ring.
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 more cause to be a mourner, And presently repair to Crosby-place : 5 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.
+ " Then never man was true.”. MALONE.
Crosby-place:] A house near Bishopsgate-street, belonging to the duke of Gloster, now Crosby-square, where part of the house is yet remaining
Glo. Bid me farewell.
'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.
[Ereunt the rest, with the Corse. Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? 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 extremest hate; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by; With God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks, And yet to win her, — all the world to nothing ! Ha!1 Hath she forgot already that brave prince, Edward, her lord, whom I some three months since, Stabb’d in my angry mood at Tewksbury ? A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman, — Fram'd in the prodigality of nature, Young, valiant, wise, and, no doubt, right royal, The spacious world cannot again afford : And will she yet abase her eyes on me, That cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet prince, And made her widow to a woful bed? On me, whose all not equals Edward's moiety ? On me, that halt, and am mis-shapen thus? My dukedom to a beggarly denier, 6
† Sirs, take up the corse." Malone.
a beggarly denier,] A denier is the twelfth part of a French sous, and appears to have been the usual request of a beggar.
I do mistake my person all this while:
Enter Queen ELIZABETH, Lord RIVERS, and Lord GREY. Riv. Have patience, madam; there's no doubt, his
majesty Will soon recover his accustom'd health.
Grey. In that you brook it ill, it makes him 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 betide of me?
Q. Eliz. Ah, he is young; and his minority
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.
Grey. Here come the lords of Buckingham and
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. Eliz. What likelihood of his amendment, lords? Buck. Madam, good hope; his grace speaks cheerfully. Q. Eliz. God grant him health ! did you confer with
him? Buck. Ay, madam : he desires to make atonement Between the duke of Gloster and your brothers, And between them and my lord chamberlain; And sent to warn them? to his royal presence. Q. Eliz. 'Would all were well ! - But that will never
be;I fear, our happiness is at the height.
Enter GLOSTER, HASTINGS, and DORSET. Glo, They do me wrong, and I will not endure it:
1- to warn them -) i.e. to summon.