Q. Mur. So come to you, and yours, as to this prince! Glo. I'll hear no more. – Die, prophet, in thy (Exit, led out forcibly. spcech!

(Scabs him. K. Edw. Where's Richard gone?

For this, amongst the rest, was I ordain'd.
Clar. To London, all in post; and, as I guess, K. Hen. Ay, and for much more slaughter after this.
To make a bloody supper in the Tower.

O God! forgive my sins, and pardon thee! (Dies.
K. Edw. He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head. Glo. What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster
Now march we hence! discharge the common sort Sink in the ground? I thonght, it would have mounted.
With pay and thanks, and let's away to London, See, how my sword weeps for the poor king's death!
And see our gentle queen, how well she fares ! O, may such purple tears be always shed
By this, I hope, she hath a son for me. (Exeunt. From those that wish the downfal of our house!

SCENE VI. - London. A room in the Tower. If any spark of life be yet remaining,
King Henry is discovered sitting with a book in his Down, down ta hell! and say - I sent thce thither,
hand, the Lieutenant attending. Enter Gloster.

(Stabs him again.
Glo. Good day, my lord! What, at your book so hard? |I, that have neither pity, love, nor fear.
K. Hen. Ay, my good lord. My lord, I should say Indeed, 'tis true, that Henry told me of;
rather;

For I have often heard my mother say,
'Tis sin to flatter, good was little better:

I came into the world with my legs forward :
Good Gloster, and good devil, were alike,

Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste,
And both preposterous; therefore, not good lord. And seek their ruin, that usurp'd our right?
Glo. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves! we must confer. The midwife wonder'd and the women cried :

[Exit Lieutenant. O, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth!
K. Hen. So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf : And so I was; whịch plainly signified
So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece, That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog.
And next his throat unto the butcher's knife. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so,
What scene of death hath Roscius now to act ? Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it.

Glo. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; I have no brother, I am like no brother:
The thief doth fear each bush an oilicer.

And this word love, which greybeards call divine,
K. Hen. The bird, that hath been limed in a bush, Be resident in men like one another,
With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush: And not in me! I am myself alone. —
And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird,

Clarence, beware! thou keep'st me from the light;
Have now the fatal object in my eye,

But I will sort a pitchy day for thee:
Where my poor young was lim'd, was caught, and For I will buz abroad such prophecies,
kill'd.

That Edward shall be fearful of his life;
Glo. Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete, And then, to purge his fear, I'll be thy death.
That taught his son the office of a fowl?

King Henry, and the prince his son, are gone:
And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd. Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest; ,

K. Hen. I, Daedalus; my poor boy, Icarus ; Counting myself but bad, till I be best.
Thy father, Minos, that denied our course; I'll throw thy body in another room,
The sun, that sear’d the wings of my sweet boy, And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom. Exit.
Thy brother Edward; and thyself, the sea,
Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life. SCENE VII. - The same. A room in the palaco.
Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words! King EDWARD is discovered sitting on his throne;
My breast can better brook thy dagger's point, Queen Elizabeth with the infant Prince, CLARENCE,
Than can my ears that tragic history. -

Gloster, Hastings, and Others, near him,
But wherefore dost thou come? is't for my life? K. Edw. Once more we sit in England's royal throne,

Glo. Think'st thou, I am an executioner? Re-purchas’d with the blood of enemies.
K. Hlen. A persecutor, I am sure, thou art; What valiant foe-men, like to autumn's corn,
If murdering innocents be executing,

Have we mow'd down, in tops of all their pride ?
Why, then thou art an executioner.

Three dukes of Somerset, threefold renown'd
Glo. Thy son I kill'd for his presạimption. For hardy and undoubted champions:
K. Hen. Had'st thou been kill'd, when first thou Two Cliffords, as the father and the son:

And two Northumberlands; two braver men
Thon hadst not liv'd to kill a son of mine. Ne'er spurr'd their coursers at the trumpet's sonnd :
And thus ! prophecy, - that many a thousand, With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and Mon-
Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear,

tague,
And many au oldman's sigh, and many a widow's That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion,
And many an orphan's water-standing eye, And made the forest tremble, when they roar'd.
Men for their sons, wives for their hushands' fate, Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat,
And orphans for their parents' timeless death, - And made our footstool of security. –
Shall rue the hour, that ever thou wast born. Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy!
The owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil sign; Young Ned, for thee thine uncles and myself
The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time, Have in our armours watch'd the winter's night;
Dogs howld, and hideous tempests shook dowu treesWent all a-foot in summer's scalding heat,
The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top, That thou might'st repossess the crown in peace,
And chattering pies in dismal discord sung, And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain.
Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain,

Glo. I'll blast his harvest, if your head were laid ;
And yet brought forth less than a mother's hope; For yet I am not look'd on in the world.
- an indigest deformed lump,

This shoulder was ordajn'd so thick, to heave;
Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree.

And heave it shall some weight, or break my back:
Teeth hadst thou in thy head, when thou wast born, Work thou the way, -and thou shalt execute.
To signify, - thou cam'st to bite the world :

(4 sida And, if the rest be true, which I have heard, K.Edw. Clarence, and Gloster, love my lovely queen! Thou cam'st

And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both!

60

didst presume,

To wit,

Clar. The duty, that I owe unto your majesty, Having my country's peace, and brothers' loves.
I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe.

Clar. What will your grace have done with Margaret?
K. Edw. Thanks, noble Clarence! worthy brother, Reignier, her father, to the king of France
thanks!

Hath pawa'd the Sicils and Jerusalem, Glo. And that I love the tree, from whence thoa And hither have they sent it for her ransome. sprang'st,

K. Edw. Away with her, and wast her hence to Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit:

France! To say the truth, so Judas kiss'd his

And now what rests, but that we spend the time master;

With stately triumphs, mirthful comic shows,

Aside. And cried: all bail! when as he meant

Such as befit the pleasures of the court? - all harm.

Sound, drums and trumpets !--- farewell, sour annoy! K. Edw. Now am I seated as my soul delights, For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy. (Exeunt.

King.

Bersons of the tam a. King Edward the Fourth.

Sir Thomas Vaughax. EDWARD, prince of Wales, af

Sir Richard RATCLIFF. terwards King Edward V. sons to the King. Sir William Catesby. Sir JAMES TYRREL. RICHARD, duke of York.

Sir James Blount. Sir WALTER HERBERT. George, duke of CLARENCE,

brothers to the

Sir Robert BrakENBURY, lieutenant of the Tower. Richard, duke of Gloster,

CHRISTOPHER URswick, a priest. Another Priest

. afterwards K. RICHARD II.

Lord Mayor of London. Sheriff of Wiltshire. A young Son of Clarence.

ELIZABETH, queen of king Edward IV. Henry, earl of Richmond, afterwards King HENRY VII. MARGARET, widow of king Henny VI. Cardinal BOURCHier, archbishop of CANTERBURY. i'uchess of York, mother to king Edward IV., Thomas Rotheram, archbishop of Yoni.

Clarence, and GLOSTER. John Morrox, bishop of Ely.

Lady Anse, widow of Edward prince of Wales

, Duke of BUCKINGHAM.

son to king Hexey VI. ; afterwards married to Duke of NORFOLK: Earl of Surrey, his son.

the duke of Gloster.
Earl Rivers, brother to king Edward's queen. A young daughter of Clarence.
Marquis of Dorset, and Lord Grey, her sons. Lords, and other åttendanis; two Gentlemen, a
Earl of Oxford, Lord Hastings. Lord STANLEY. Pursuivant, Scrivener , Citizens,
Lord LOVEL.

Messengers, Ghosts, Soldiers, etc.
Scene, - England.

Murderers.

A CT 1.

Why 1, in this weak piping time of peace,

Have no delight to pass away the time,
SCENE I. - London. A Street.

Unless to spy my shadow in the sun,
Enler GLOSTER.

And descant on mine owu deformity.
Glo. iFow is the winter of our discontent And therefore, — since I cannot prove a lover,
Made glorious summer by this sun of York; To entertain these fair well-spoken days, –
And all the clouds, that lower'd upon our house, I am determined to prove a villain,
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths; Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; By drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams,
Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings, To set my brother Clarence, and the king,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.

In deadly hate, the one against the other :
Grim visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; And, if king Edward be as true and just,
And now, -- instead of mounting barbed steeds, As I am subtle, false, and treacherous,
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up;
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber,

About a prophecy, which says

that G
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.

Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be.
But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks,

Dive, thoughts, down to my soul!here Clarence corres.
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass,

Enter CLARENCE, guarded, and BRAXENBURK
1, that am rudely stamp’d, and want love's majesty, Brother, good day! What means this armed guard,
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph,

That waits npon your grace?
I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,

Clar. His majesty,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Tendering mry person's safety, hath appointed
Deform’d, unfinish'd, sent before my time This conduet to couvey me to the Tower.
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, Glo. Upon what cause?
And that so lamely and unfashionable,

Clar. Because my name is -George.
That dogs hark at me, as I halt by them ;

Glo. Alack, my lord, that fault isnove of yonra :

He should, for that, commit your godfather's. Glo. Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er return,
o, belike, his majesty hath some intent,

Simple, plain Clarence! - I do love thee so,
That you shall be new christend in the Tower. That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven,
But what's the matter, Clarence? may I know? If heaven will take the present at our hands.

Clar. Yea, Richard, when I know; for, I protest, But who comes here? the new-deliver'd Hastings ?
As yet I do not: but, as I can learn,

Enter Hastings.
He hearkens after prophecies, and dreams, llast. Good time of day unto my gracious lord!
And from the cross-row plucks the letter G, Glo. As much unto my good lord chamberlain !
And says-a wizard told him, that by G

Well are you welcome to this open air.
His issue disinherited should be;

How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment?
And, for my name of George begins with G, Hast. With patience, noble lord, as prisoners must:
It follows in his thought, that I am he.

But I shall live, my lord, to give them thanks,
These, as I learn, and such like toys as these, That were the cause of my imprisonment.
Have mov'd his highness to commit me now. Glo. No doubt, no doubt; and so shall Clarence too;

Glo. Why, this it is, when men are rul'd by women :- For they, that were your enemies, are his,
'Tis not the king, that sends you to the Tower; And have prevail'd as much on him, as you.
My lady Grey, his wife, Clarence, 'tis she,

Ilast. More pity, that the eagle should be mew'd,
That tempers him to this extremity.

While kites and buzzards prey at liberty.
Was it not she, and that good man of worship, Glo. What news abroad?
Antony Woodeville, her brother there,

Hlast. No news so bad abroad, as this at home;-
That made him send lord Hastings to the Tower, The king is sickly, weak, and melancholy,
From whence this present day he is deliver'd ? And his physicians fear him mightily:
We are not safe, Clarence, we are not safe. Glo. Now, by Saint Paul, this news is bad indeed.
Clar. By heaven, I think, there is no man secure, 0, he hath kept an evil diet long,
But the queen's kindred, and night-walking heralds, And over-much consum’d his royal person;
That trudge betwixt the king and mistress Shore. 'Tis very grievous to be thought upon.
Heard yoa not, what an humble suppliant

What, is he in his bed ?
Lord Hastings was to her for his delivery?

Hast. He is.
Glo. Humbly complaining to her deity,

Glo. Go you before, and I will follow you.
Got my lord chamberlain his liberty.

[Exit Hastings.
I'll tell you what, - I think, it is our way, He cannot live, I hope ; and must not die,
If we will keep in favour with the king,

Till George be pack'd with post-horse up to heaven.
To be her men, and wear her livery.

Pll in, to urge his hatred more to Clarence,
The jealous o’erworn widow, and herself,

With lies well steel'd with weighty arguments ;
Since that our brother dubb’d them gentlewomen, And, if I fail not in my deep intent,
Are mighty gossips in this monarchy.

Clarence hath not another day to live:
Brak. I beseeeh your graces both to pardon me: Which done, God take king Edward to his mercy,
His majesty hath straitly given in charge,

And leave the world for me to bustle in !
That no man shall have private conference, For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter:
Of what degree soever, with his brother.

What though I killd her husband, and her father?
Glo. Even so ? an please your worship, Brakenbury, The readiest way to make the wench amends,
You may partake of any thing we say.

Is — to become her husband, and her father:
We speak no treason, man! – We say, the king The which will J; not al} so much for love,
Is wise, and virtuous; and his noble queen

As for another secret close intent,
Well struck in years, fair, and not jealous : By marrying her, which I must reach unto.
We say, that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot, But yet I run before my horse to market:
A cherry lip,

Clarence still breathes ; Edwarı still lives, and reigns;
A bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongne:

When they are gone, then must I count my gains. And the queen's kindred are made gentlefolks.

(Exit. How say you, sir ? can you deny all this?

SCENE H. The same. Another Street.
Brak. With this, my lord, myself have nought to do. Enter the corpse of King Henry the Sixth, borne in
Glo. Nought to do with mistress Shore? I tell thee, an open coffin, Gentlemen bearing halberds, to
fellow,

guard it; and Lady Ante as mourner.
He that doth naught with her, excepting one, Anne. Set down, set down your honourable load,
Were best to do it secretly, alone.

If honour may be shrouded in a hearse,
Brak. What one, my lord ?

Whilst I a while obsequiously lament
Glo.Her husband,knave: - would'st thou betray me? The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster.-
Brak.Ibeseech your grace to pardon me; and, withal, Poor key-cold figure of a holy king!
Forbear your conference with the noble duke. Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster !

Clar. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and willobey. Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood!
Glo. We are the queen's abjects, and must obey. Be it lawful, that I invocate thy ghost,
Brother, farewell! I will unto the king;

To bear the lamentations of poor Anne,
And whatsoe'er you will employ me in, –

Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughter'd son,
Were it to call king Edward's widow - sister, Stabb'd by the self-same land, that made these
I will perform it to enfranchise you.

wounds!
Meantime, this deep disgrace in brotherhood, Lo, in these windows, that let forth thy life,
Touches me deeper, than you can imagine,

I
pour

the helpless balm of my poor eyes :-
Clar. I know, it pleaseth neither of us well. o, cursed be the hand, that made these holes !
Glo. Well, your imprisonment shall not be long; Cursed the heart, that had the heart to do it!
I will deliver you, or else lie for you:

Cursed the blood, that let this blood from hence !
Mean time have patience!

More direful hap betide that hated wretch,
Clar. I must perforce; farewell!

That makes us wretched by the death of thec,
(Exeuni Clarence, Brakenbury, and Guards. Than I can wish to adders, spiders, toads,

us pot!

Or any creeping venom'd thing, that lives! For doing worthy vengeance on thyself,
If ever he have child, abortive be it,

Thou didst unworthy slaughter upon others.
Prodigious, and untimely brought to light,

Glo. Say, that I slew them not? Whose ugly and unnatural aspect

Anne. Why, then, they are not dead : May fright the hopeful mother at the view;

But dead they are, and, devilish slave, by thee. And that be heir to his unhappiness!

Glo. I did not kill your husband. If ever he have wife, let her be made

Anne. Why, then he is alive.
More miserable by the death of him,

Glo. Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's hand.
Than I am made by my young lord, and thee! Anne. In thy soul's throat thou liest; queen Mar-
Come, now, toward Chertsey with your holy load, garet saw
Taken from Paul's to be interred there!

Thy murderous faulchion smoking in his blood;
And, still as you are weary of the weight,

The which thou once didst bend against her breast,
Rcot you, whiles I lament king Henry's corse! But that thy brothers beat aside the point.
(The Bearers take up the corpse, and advance. Glo. I was provoked by her sland'rous tongue,
Enter GLOSTER.

That laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders.
Clo. Stay you, that bear the corse, and set it down! Anne, Thou wast provoked by thy bloody mind,
Anne. What black magician conjures up this fiend, That never dreamt on aught but butcheries:
To stop devoted charitable deeds?

Didst thou not kill this king?
Glo. Villains, set down the corse! or, by Saint Paul, Glo. I grant ye.
I'll make a corse of him that disobeys.

Anne. Dost grant me, hedge-hog? then, God grant
1 Gent. My lord, stand back, and let the collin pass! me too,
Glo. Unmanner'd dog! stand thou, when I command: Thou inay'st be damned for that wicked deod!
Advance thy halberd higher, than my breast, O, he was gentle, nuild, and virtuous.
Or, by Saint Paul, I'll strike thee to my foot, Glo. The fitter for the King of heaven, that hath him.
And spurv upon thee, beggar, for thy boldness. Anne. He is in heaven, where thou shalt never come.

(The Bearers set down the coffin. Glo. Let him thank me, that holp to send him hither!
Anne. What, do you tremble? are you all afraid? For he was fitter for that place, than earth.
Alas, I blame you not, for you are mortal,

Anne. And thou unfit for any place, but hell. And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil,

Gli, Yes, one place else, if you will bear me name it.
Avaunt, thou dreadful minister of hell!

Anne. Some dungeon.
Thou had’st.but power over his mortal body, Glo. Your bed-chamber.
His soul thou canst not have; therefore, be gone! Anne. Ill rest betide the chamber, where thou liest!
Glo. Sweet saint, for charity, be not so curst! Glo. So will it, madam, till I lie with you.
Anne. Foul devil, for God's sake, hence, and trouble Anne. I hope so.

Glo. I know so.-But, gentle lady Ande,
For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell, To leave this keen encounter of our wits,
Fill'd it with cursing cries, and deep exclaims. And fall somewhat into a slower method;
If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds,

Is not the causer of the timeless deaths Behold this pattern of thy butcheries!

of these Plantagenets, llenry, and Edward,
0, gentlemen, see, see! dead Henry's wounds As blameful, as the executioner?
Open their congeal'd mouths, and bleed afresh!- Anne. Thou wast the cause, and most accurs'd effect.
Blush, blush, thou lump of foul deformity!

Glo. Your beauty was the cause of that effect;
For 'tis thy presence, that exhales this blood Your bcauty, which did haunt me in my sleep,
From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells; To undertake the death of all the world,
Thy deed inhuman and unnatural

So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom.
Provokes this deluge most unnatural. -

Anne. If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide, O God, which this blood mad'st, revenge his death! These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks. O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge his death! Glo. These eyes could not endure that beauty's Either,heaven with lightning strike the murderer dead,

wreck;
Or, earth, gape open wide, and eat him quick; You should not blemish it, if I stood by:
As thon dost swallow up this good king's blood, As all the world is cheered by the sun,
Which his hell-govern'd arm hath butchered! So I by that; it is my day, my life.
Glo. Lady, you know no rules of charity, Anne. Black night o'ershade thy day, and death
Whicli renders good for bad, blessings for curses. thy life!
Anne. Villain, thou know'st no law of God, nor Glo. Curse not thyself, fair creature! thou art both.
man;.

Anne. I would I were, to be reveng'd on thee.
No bcast so fierce, but knows some touch of pity. Glo. It is a quarrel most unnatural,
Glo. But I know none, and therefore am po beast. To be revenged on him, that loveth thoe.
Anne. O wonderfil, when devils tell the truth! Anne, It is a quarrel just and reasonable,
Glo. More wonderful, when angels are so angry!-- To be reveng’d'on him, that kill'd my husband,
Vouchsafe, diyine perfection of a woman,

Glo. He, that bereft thee, lady, of thy husband,
Of these supposed evils, to give me leave,

Did it to help thee to a better husband. By circumstance, but to acquit myself.

Anne. His better doth not breathe upon the earth

.
Anne. Vouchsafe, diffus’d infection of a man, Glo. He lives, that loves you better, than he could.
For these known evils, but to give me leave, Anne. Name him !
By circumstance, to curse thy cursed self.

Glo. Plantagenet.
Glo. Fairer, than tongue can name thee, let me hạve Anne. Why, that was he.
Some patient leisure to excuse myself!

Glo. The self-same name, but one of better patore.
Anne. Fouler, than heart can think thee, thou canst Anne. Where is he?
make

Glo. Here. (She spits at him.] Why dost thou spit No excuse current, but to hang thyself.

at me? Glo. By such despair I should accuse myself. Anne. 'Would, it were mortal poison, for thy sake! Anne. And, by despairing, shalt thou stand excus'd ;! Glo. Never came poison from su sweet a place.

Anne. Never hung poison on a fouler toad. Glo. That it may piease you leave these sad designs
Ont of my sight! thou dost infect mine eyes.. To him, that hath more cause to be a mourner,
Glo. Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine.. And presently repair to Crosby-place:

Anne.'Would, they were basilisks to strike thee dead! Where, after I have solemnly interr'd,
Glo.I would, they were, that I might die at once; At Chertsey monast'ry, this noble king,
For now they kill me with a living death.

And wet his grave with my repentant tears,
Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears, I will with all expedient duty see you:
Sham'd their aspects with store of childish drops : For divers unknown reasons, I beseech you,
These eyes, which never shed remorseful tear,- Grant me this boon!
Not when my father York aud Edward wept, Anne. With all my heart; and much it joys me too,
To hear the piteous moan, that Rutland made, To see you are become so penitent.-
When black-fac'd Clifford shook his sword at him: Tressel and Berkley, go along with me!
Nor when thy warlike father, like a child,

Glo. Bid me farewell!
Told the sad story of my father's death,

Anne. 'Tis more than you deserve:
And twenty times made pause, to sob, and weep, But, since you teach me, how to flatter you,
That all the standers-by had wet their cheeks, Imagine, I have said farewell already.
Like trees bedash'd with rain : in that sad time

(Exeunt Lady Anne, Tressel, and Berkley. My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear;

Glo. Take up the corse, sirs !
And what these sorrows could not thence exhale, Gent. Towards Chertsey, noble lord ?
Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. Glo. No, to White-Friars; there attend my coming!
I never sued to friend, nor enemy;

[Exeunt the rest, with the corse.
My tongue could never learn sweet soothing word; Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ?
But now thy beauty is propos'd my fee,

Was ever woman in this humour won ?
My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to speak. I'll have her, - but I will not keep her long.

(She looks scornfully at hiin. What! I, that kill'd her husband, and his father,
Teach not thy lip such scorn! for it was made To take her in her heart's extremest hate;
For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.

With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes,
If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive,

The bleeding witness of her hatred by ;
Lo! here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword; With God, her conscience, and these bars against me,
Which if tlou please to hide in this true breast, And I no friends to back my suit withal,
And let the soul forth, that adoreth thee,

But the plain devil, and dissembling looks,
I lay it naked to the deadly stroke,

And yet to win her, -- all the world to nothing !
And humbly beg the death upon my knee.

Ha!
(He lays his breast open; she offers at ic Hath she forgot already that brave prince,
with his sword.

Edward, her lord, wliom I some three months since,
Nay, do not pause! for I did kill king Henry ;- Stabb’d in my angry mood at Tewksbury?
But 'twas thy beauty, that provoked me.

A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman,
Nay, now despatch! 'twas Ì, that stabb’d young Ed- Fram'd in the prodigality of nature,

ward; - (She again offers at his breast. Young, valiant, wise, and, no doubt, right royal,Bat 'twas thy heavenly face, that set me on. The spacious world cannot again afford :

[She lets fall the sword. And will she yet abase her eyes on me, Take the sword again, or take up me!

That cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet prince, Anne. Arise, dissembler! though I wish thy death, and made her widow to a woeful bed? will not be thy executioner.

On me, whose all not equals Edward's moiety?
Glo. Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it. On me, that halt, and am misshapen thus ?
Anne. I have already.

My dukedom to a beggarly denier,
Glo. That was in thy rage :

I do mistake my person all this while.
Speak it again, and even with the word,

Upon niy life, she finds, although I cannot,
This hand, which, for thy love, did kill thy love, Myself to be a marvellous proper man.
Shall, for thy love, kill a far truer love;

I'll be at charges for a looking-glass,
To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary. And entertain a score or two of tailors,
Anne. I would, I knew thy heart.

To study fashions to adorn my body,
Glo. 'Tis figur'd in

Since I am crept in favour with myself,
My tongue.

I will maintain it with some little cost.
Anne. I fear me, both are false.

But, first, I'll turn yon' fellow in his grare;
Glo. Then man

And then returu lamenting to my

love.
Was never true.

Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass,
Anne. Well, well, put up your sword !

That I may see my shadow, as I pass! [Exit.
Glo. Say then, my peace is made!
Anne. That shall you know

SCENE II. - The same. A room in the palace.
Hereafter.

Enter Queen Elizabeth, Lord Rivers, and Lord
Glo. But shall I live in hope?

GREY.
Anne. All men,

Riv. Have patience, madam! there's no doubt, his hope, live so.

majesty
Clo. Vouchsafe to wear this ring!

Will soon recover his accustom'd health.
Anne. To take is not to give.[She puts on the ring. Grey. In that you brook it ill, it makes him worse :
Glo. Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger, Therefore, for God's sake, entertain good comfort,
Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; And cheer his grace with quick and merry words!
Wear both of them, for both of them are thine. Q. Eliz. If he were dead, what would betide of me?
And if thy poor devoted servant may

Grey. No other harm, but loss of such a lord.
But beg one favour at thy gracious hand,

Q. Eliz. The loss of such a lord includes all harms. Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever,

Grey. The heavens have bless'd you with a goodAnne. What is it?

up

ly son,