A trouble 1s; h! ath! - dead, Glo. Anne. Vouchfafe, diffus'd infectio For these known evils, but to give n By circumstance, to curfe thy curfed Glo. Fairer than tongue can name Some patient leisure to excuse myself Anne. Fouler than heart can th make No excuse current, but to hang thys Anne. Why the Glo. I did not kill your husband. V Glo. Nay, he is dead; and slain by Thy murderous faulchion smoking i tter for the King of heaven that hath him. s in heaven, where thou shalt never come. im thank me, that holp to fend him thither; ter for that place, than earth. thou unfit for any place, but hell. one place elfe, if you will hear me name it. e dungeon. Your bedchamber. eft betide the chamber where thou lieft! I know fo.-But, gentle lady Anne,keen encounter of our wits, ewhat into a flower method :ufer of the timeless deaths tagenets, Henry, and Edward, as the executioner? u waft the cause, and most accurs'd effect. Glo. Glo. Thefe eyes could not endure that beauty's wreck ; You should not blemish it, if I ftood by: As all the world is cheered by the fun, Anne. Black night o'er hade thy day, and death thy life! To be reveng'd on him that loveth thee. Anne. It is a quarrel just and reasonable, To be reveng'd on him that kill'd my husband. Anne. His better doth not breathe upon the earth. Glo. Anne. Plantagenet. Why, that was he. Glo. The felf-fame name, but one of better nature. Anne. Where is he? Glo. Here: [She fpits at him.] Why doft thou fpit at me? Anne. 'Would it were mortal poison, for thy fake! Thofe of thine from mine have drawn falt tears, Το To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made, Told the fad ftory of my father's death; And twenty times made pause, to sob, and weep, And what these forrows could not thence exhale, Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. My tongue could never learn sweet soothing word; My proud heart fues, and prompts my tongue to speak. I lay it naked to the deadly stroke, And humbly beg the death upon my knee. [He lays his breaft open; she offers at it with his fword. Nay, do not paufe; for I did kill king Henry ; But 'twas thy beauty that provoked me. Nay, now defpatch: 'twas I that stabb'd young Edward ;~ [She again offers at his breaft. But 'twas thy heavenly face that fet me on. [She lets fall the faword. Take up the fword again, or take up me. Anne. Arife, diffembler; though I wish thy death, I will not be thy executioner. Gle. Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it. Anne. Anne. I have already. Glo. That was in thy rage: Speak it again, and, even with the word, This hand, which, for thy love, did kill thy love, To both their deaths fhalt thou be acceffary. Anne. I would, I knew thy heart. Glo. 'Tis figur'd in Glo. All men, Vouchfafe to wear this ring. Anne. To take, is not to give. [She puts on the ring. Glo. Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger, Even fo thy breaft encloseth my poor heart; Wear both of them, for both of them are thine. And if thy poor devoted fervant may But beg one favour at thy gracious hand, Anne. What is it? Glo. That it may please you leave these fad designs I will |