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That from his loins no more young brats may
Enter LADY ANNE, in Mourning, LORD STANLEY,
But see, my love appears-look where she shines,
So mourn'd the dame of Ephesus her love;
And suit my face to all occasions.
Yet hold, she mourns the man, that I have kill'd;
This storm of grief to gentle drops of pity
For his repentant murderer.
[He retires. Lady A. Hung be the heav'ns with black; yield day to night;
Comets, importing change of times and states,
And wi them Scourge the bad revolting stars,
Than I am now by Edward's death, and thine.
Lady 4. If ever he have child, abortive be it,
Prodigious and untimely brought to light;
Now on to Chertsey, with your sacred load.
Glost. Stay, you that bear the corse, and set it down.
Lady A. What black magician conjures up this fiend,
To stop devo ted charitable deeds?
Glost. Villains, set down the corse, or by St. Paul, I'll make a corse of him that disobeys.
Guard. My lord, stand back, and let the coffin
Glost. Unmanner'd slave! stand thou, when I command,
Advance thy halbert higher than my breast,
Or, by St. Paul, I'll strike thee to my foot,
Thou hast but power over his mortal body;
Why didst thou do this deed? could not the laws
Glost. Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman,
Lady A. Then take that sword, whose bloody point
With Henry's life, with my lov'd lord's, young Ed
And here let out thy own, to appease their ghosts.
Glost. By such despair I should accuse myself. Lady A. Why by despairing only canst thou stand excus'd?
Didst thou not kill the king?
Glost. I grant ye.
Lady A. Oh! he was gentle, loving, mild, and virtuous;
But he's in heaven, where thou canst never come.
Lady A. Some dungeon.
Glost. Your bedchamber.
Lady A. Ill rest betide the chamber, where thou
Glost. So it will, madam, till I lie in yours.
Lady A. I hope so.
Glost. I know so. But, gentle Lady Anne,
Lady A. Thou wert the cause, and most accurs'd effect.
Glost. Your beauty was the cause of that effect,
So I might live one hour in that soft bosom?
Lady A. If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide, These hands should rend that beauty from my
Glost. These eyes could not endure that beauty's
You should not blemish it, if I stood by :
Lady A. I would it were, to be reveng'd on thee.
Glost. Fair creature, he, that kill'd thy husband, Did it to help thee to a better husband.
Lady A. His better does not breathe upon the earth;
Glost. He lives, that loves thee better than he
Lady A. Name him.
Lady A. Why, that was he.
Glost. The self-same name, but one of softer nature.
Lady A. Where is he?
Glost. Ah, take more pity in thy eyes, and see him
Lady A. would they were basilisks, to strike thee dead!
Glost. I would they were, that I might die at
For now they kill me with a living death:
My tongue could never learn soft smoothing words;
My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to speak.
Lady A. Is there a tongue on earth, can speak for
Why dost thou court my hate?
Glost. Oh, teach not thy soft lips such cold contempt!
If thy relentless heart cannot forgive,
Lo, here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword,
And humbly beg that death, upon my knee.
Lady A. What shall I say, or do? direct me,
When stones weep, sure the tears are natural;
When they do flow from a sincere repentance. [Aside.
But, 'twas thy wondrous beauty did provoke me;
But, 'twas thy heav'nly face that set me on:
[She drops the Sword.
Take up the sword again, or take up me.
I will not be thy executioner.
Glost. Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it. Lady A. I have, already.
Glost. That was in thy rage;
Say it again, and even with thy word,
This guilty hand, that robb'd thee of thy love,