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          Thou mayst be damned for that wicked deed!

          O, he was gentle, mild, and virtuous!

        GLOUCESTER. The better for the King of Heaven, that hath

          him.

        ANNE. He is in heaven, where thou shalt never come.

        GLOUCESTER. Let him thank me that holp to send him

          thither,

          For he was fitter for that place than earth.

        ANNE. And thou unfit for any place but hell.

        GLOUCESTER. Yes, one place else, if you will hear me name it.

        ANNE. Some dungeon.

        GLOUCESTER. Your bed-chamber.

        ANNE. Ill rest betide the chamber where thou liest!

        GLOUCESTER. So will it, madam, till I lie with you.

        ANNE. I hope so.

        GLOUCESTER. I know so. But, gentle Lady Anne,

          To leave this keen encounter of our wits,

          And fall something into a slower method-

          Is not the causer of the timeless deaths

          Of these Plantagenets, Henry and Edward,

          As blameful as the executioner?

        ANNE. Thou wast the cause and most accurs'd effect.

        GLOUCESTER. Your beauty was the cause of that effect-

          Your beauty that 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.

        GLOUCESTER. These eyes could not endure that beauty's

          wreck;

          You should not blemish it if I stood by.

          As all the world is cheered by the sun,

          So I by that; it is my day, my life.

        ANNE. Black night o'ershade thy day, and death thy life!

        GLOUCESTER. Curse not thyself, fair creature; thou art both.

        ANNE. I would I were, to be reveng'd on thee.

        GLOUCESTER. It is a quarrel most unnatural,

          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.

        GLOUCESTER. 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.

        GLOUCESTER. He lives that loves thee better than he could.

        ANNE. Name him.

        GLOUCESTER. Plantagenet.

        ANNE. Why, that was he.

        GLOUCESTER. The self-same name, but one of better nature.

        ANNE. Where is he?

        GLOUCESTER. Here. [She spits at him] Why dost thou spit

          at me?

        ANNE. Would it were mortal poison, for thy sake!

        GLOUCESTER. 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.

        GLOUCESTER. Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine.

        ANNE. Would they were basilisks to strike thee dead!

        GLOUCESTER. I would they were, that I might die at once;

          For now they kill me with a living death.

          Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears,

          Sham'd their aspects with store of childish drops-

          These eyes, which never shed remorseful tear,

          No, when my father York and Edward wept

          To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made

          When black-fac'd Clifford shook his sword at him;

          Nor when thy warlike father, like a child,

          Told the sad story of my father's death,

          And twenty times made pause to sob and weep

          That all the standers-by had wet their cheeks

          Like trees bedash'd with rain-in that sad time

          My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear;

          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 smoothing word;

          But, now thy beauty is propos'd 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 'twas thy beauty that provoked me.

          Nay, now dispatch; 'twas I that stabb'd young Edward-

          But 'twas thy heavenly face that set me on.

                                                 [She falls 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.

        GLOUCESTER. Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it;

        ANNE. I have already.

        GLOUCESTER. 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.

        GLOUCESTER. 'Tis figur'd

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