Glo. It is a quarrel most unnatural, To be revenged on him that loveth thee. 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 na ture. 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! Shamed their aspects with store of childish drops: And what these sorrows could not thence exhale, Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. I never sued to friend, nor enemy; My tongue could never learn sweet soothing word; But now thy beauty is proposed my fee, My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to [She looks scornfully at him. speak. • Pitiful. Teach not thy lip such scorn; for it was made He lays his Breast open; she offers at 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, This hand, which, for thy love, did kill thy love, Shall, for thy love, kill a far truer love; To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary. Anne. I would, I knew thy heart. Glo. 'Tis figured in My tongue. Anne. I fear me, both are false. Glo. Then man Was never true. Anne. Well, well, put up your sword. Glo. But shall I live in hope? I hope, live so. Glo. Vouchsafe to wear this ring. [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 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 de signs To him that hath more cause to be a mourner, 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. Anne. 'Tis more than you deserve: But, since you teach me how to flatter you, [Exeunt Lady Anne, Tressel, and Berkley. Glo. Take up the corse, Sirs. Gent. Towards Chertsey, noble lord? Glo. No, to White-Friars; there attend my com[Exeunt the rest, with the Corse. ing. 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. With God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, На! Hath she forgot already that brave prince, Edward, her lord, whom I, some three months since, Stabb'd in my angry mood at Tewksbury? Young, valiant, wise, and, no doubt, right royal,- 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? *In Bishopsgate-street. VOL. IV. Glo. To thee, that hast nor honesty, nor grace. When have injured thee? When done thee wrong? Or thee?-or thee?-Or any of your faction? A plague upon you all! His royal grace, Whom God preserve better than you would wish !— Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing-while, But you must trouble him with lewd complaints. Q. Eliz. Brother of Gloster, you mistake the matter: The king, of his own royal disposition, Glo. I cannot tell ;-The world is grown so bad, That wrens may prey where eagles dare not perch: Since every Jack + became a gentleman, There's many a gentle person made a Jack. Q. Eliz. Come, come, we know your meaning, brother Gloster; You envy my advancement, and my friends; Glo. Meantime, God grants that we have need of you: Our brother is imprison'd by your means, Myself disgraced, and the nobility Held in contempt; while great promotions That scarce, some two days since, were worth a noble t. Q. Eliz. By Him, that raised me to this careful height From that contented hap which I enjoy'd, I never did incense his majesty Against the duke of Clarence, but have been My lord, you do me shameful injury, Falsely to draw me in these vile suspects. Of Glo. You may deny that you were not the cause my lord Hastings' late imprisonment. Riv. She may, my lord; for Glo. She may, lord Rivers?-Why, who knows not so? Rude, ignorant. + Low fellow. A coin rated at 6s. 8d. 1 She may do more, Sir, than denying that: Riv. What, marry, may she? Glo. What, marry, may she? Marry with a king, Q. Eliz. My lord of Gloster, I have too long borne Enter Queen MARGARET, behind. Q. Mar. And lessen'd be that small, God, I be Thy honour, state, and seat, is due to me. Tell him, and spare not; look, what I have said Q. Mar. Out, devil! I remember them too well: - Glo. Ere you were queen, ay, or your husband I was a pack-horse in his great affairs; Q. Mar. Ay, and much better blood than his, or thine. Glo. In all which time, you, and your husband Were factious for the house of Lancaster;- •Think. ↑ Labours. † Make royal. |