er for that place than earth. hou unfit for any place but hell. one place else, if you will hear me name it. dungeon. - bedchamber. t betide the chamber where thou liest! will it, madam, till I lie with you. e so. I know so. But, gentle Lady Anne, een encounter of our wits, ning into a slower method, er of the timeless deaths genets, Henry and Edward, the executioner? wast the cause, and most accurst effect. r beauty was the cause of that effect; at did haunt me in my sleep he death of all the world, one hour in your sweet bosom. ought that, I tell thee, homicide, 120 uld rend that beauty from my cheeks. e eyes could not endure that beauty's wrack; blemish it, if I stood by. 1 is cheered by the sun, : is my day, my life. night o'ershade thy day, and death thy life! De not thyself, fair creature; thou art both. d I were, to be reveng'd on thee. a quarrel most unnatural, on him that loveth thee. 130 loster. ne lives that loves you better than ne c Anne. Name him. Gloster. Plantagenet. Anne. Why, that was Gloster. The selfsame name, but one of better n Anne. Where is he? Gloster. Here. [She spits at hin dost thou spit at me? Anne. Would it were mortal poison, for thy sake Gloster. Never came poison from so sweet a pla Anne. Never hung poison on a fouler toad. of my sight! thou dost infect mine eyes. Gloster. Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected m Anne. Would they were basilisks, to strike thee ( Gloster. I would they were, that I might die at o - now they kill me with a living death. ose eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tea m'd their aspects with store of childish drops : se eyes, which never shed remorseful tear; when my father York and Edward wept hear the piteous moan that Rutland made en black-fac'd Clifford shook his sword at him; • when thy warlike father, like a child, d the sad story of my father's death, 1 twenty times made pause to sob and weep, it all the standers-by had wet their cheeks, e trees bedash'd with rain: in that sad time manly eyes did scorn an humble tear; 1 what these sorrows could not thence exhale, beauty hath, and made them blind with weepi ip such scorn, for it was made y, not for such contempt. al heart cannot forgive, thee this sharp-pointed sword; lease to hide in this true breast, l forth that adoreth thee, o the deadly stroke, g the death upon my knee. 180 his breast open; she offers at it with his sword. use; for I did kill King Henry, beauty that provoked me. tch; 't was I that stabb'd young Edward, neavenly face that set me on. [She lets fall the sword. Ford again, or take up me. dissembler; though I wish thy death, y executioner. n bid me kill myself, and I will do it. › already. That was in thy rage: 190 and even with the word ch for thy love did kill thy love, n, never man was true. n so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Floster. That it may please you leave these sad une. With all my heart; and much it joys me t ee you are become so penitent. sel and Berkeley, go along with me. Poster. Bid me farewell. ine. 'T is more than you since you teach me how to flatter you, çine I have said farewell already. [Exeunt Lady Anne, Tressel, and entleman. Towards Chertsey, noble lord? 'oster. No, to White-Friars; there attend my co [Exeunt all bu ever woman in this humour woo'd? ever woman in this humour won? have her, but I will not keep her long. D to back my suit withal already that brave prince, , whom I, some three months since, odigality of nature, ise, and, no doubt, right royal rld cannot again afford; abase her eyes on me, golden prime of this sweet prince, idow to a woful bed? I not equals Edward's moiety? and am misshapen thus? a beggarly denier, s to adorn my body; 240 250 260 [Exit |