Clar. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and will obey. Glo. We are the Queen's abjects, and must obey. Brother, farewell: I will unto the King: Clar. I know it pleaseth neither of us well. Clar. I must perforce: farewell. [Exeunt CLARENCE, BRAKENBURY, and Guard. Glo. Go tread the path that thou shalt ne'er return, Simple, plain Clarence! I do love thee so Enter HASTINGS. Hast. Good time of day unto my gracious lord. Glo. As much unto my good lord chamberlain : Well are you welcome to this open air. How hath your lordship brooked imprisonment? Hast. With patience, noble lord, as prisoners must: But I shall live, my lord, to give them thanks That were the cause of my imprisonment. Glo. No doubt, no doubt; and so shall Clarence too: For they that were your enemies are his, Hast. More pity, that the eagle should be mewed, While kites and buzzards prey at liberty. Glo. What news abroad? Hast. No news so bad abroad as this at home: The King is sickly, weak, and melancholy, And his physicians fear him mightily. Glo. Now by Saint Paul this news is bad indeed! O he hath kept an evil diet long, Clarence hath not another day to live: When they are gone then must I count my gains. [Exit. SCENE II.-The same. Another Street. Enter the corpse of KING HENRY THE SIXTH, borne in an open coffin; Gentlemen, bearing halberds, to guard it; and LADY ANNE, as mourner. Anne, Set down, set down your honourable load Lo, in these windows that let forth thy life Enter GLOSTER. Glo. Stay you that bear the corse, and set it down. Anne. What black magician conjures up this fiend, To stop devoted charitable deeds? Glo. Villains, set down the corse; or, by Saint Paul, I'll make a corse of him that disobeys. 1st Gent. My lord, stand back and let the coffin pass. Glo. Unmannered dog! stand thou when I command: Advance thy halberd higher than my breast, Anne. What, do you tremble; are you all afraid? Alas, I blame you not; for you are mortal. For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell, Either Heaven with lightning strike the mur derer dead, Or earth gape open wide, and eat him quick; As thou dost swallow up this good king's blood, Which his hell-governed arm hath butcheréd! Glo. Lady, you know no rules of charity, Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses. Anne. Villain, thou know'st no law of God nor man: No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. Anne. Vouchsafe, diffused infection of a man, For these known evils but to give me leave, By circumstance, to curse thy cursed self. Glo. Fairer than tongue can name thee, let me have Some patient leisure to excuse myself. Anne. Fouler than heart can think thee, thou canst make No excuse current but to hang thyself. Glo. By such despair I should accuse myself. Anne. And by despairing shalt thou stand excused; For doing worthy vengeance on thyself, Why then they are not dead: But dead they are, and, devilish slave, by thee. Glo. I did not kill your husband. Anne. Why then he is alive. Anne. Thou wast the cause and most accursed effect. Glo. Your beauty was the cause of that effect: Your beauty, which did haunt me in my sleep To undertake the death of all the world, So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom. Anne. If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide, These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks. Told the sad story of my father's death, I never sued to friend nor enemy; Glo. These eyes could not endure that beauty's My tongue could never learn sweet soothing word: wreck : You should not blemish it if I stood by. As all the world is cheeréd by the sun, Anne. Black night o'ershade thy day, and death thy life! Glo. Curse not thyself, fair creature: thou art both. Anne. I would I were, to be revenged on thee. Glo. It is a quarrel most unnatural, To be revenged on him that loveth thee. Anne. It is a quarrel just and reasonable, To be revenged on him that killed my husband. Glo. He that bereft thee, lady, of thy husband, Did it to help thee to a better husband. Anne. His better doth not breathe upon the earth. Glo. He lives that loves you better than he could. Anne. Name him. Glo. Plantagenet. Anne. Why, that was he. Glo. The self-same name, but one of better nature. Anne. Where is he? Glo. Here. [She spits at him.] Why dost thou spit at me? Anne. 'Would it were mortal poison, for thy sake. Glo. Never came poison from so sweet a place. Anne. Never hung poison on a fouler toad. Out of my sight! thou dost infect mine eyes. Glo. Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine. Anne. 'Would they were basilisks, to strike thee dead. Glo. I would they were, that I might die at once ; For now they kill me with a living death. tears; Shamed their aspects with store of childish drops: But now thy beauty is proposed my fee, My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to speak. [She looks scornfully at him. Teach not thy lip such scorn: for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt. If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive, Lo here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword: Which if thou please to hide in this true breast, And let the soul forth that adoreth thee, I lay it naked to the deadly stroke, And humbly beg the death upon my knee. [He lays his breast open; she offers at it with his sword. Nay, do not pause; for I did kill King Henry: But 't was thy beauty that provokéd me. Nay, now despatch; 'twas I that stabbed young Edward: [She again offers at his breast. But 't was 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. Anne. I have already. Glo. That was in thy rage: Speak it again, and even with the word, Anne. I would I knew thy heart. [She puts on the 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 |