HAST. More pity that the eagle should be mew'd, While kites and buzzards play at liberty. GLOU. What news abroad? HAST. No news so bad abroad as this at home; 135 The king is sickly, weak, and melancholy, And his physicians fear him mightily. GLOU. Now, by Saint Paul, this news is bad indeed. Oh, he hath kept an evil diet long, And overmuch consumed his royal person: 140 'Tis very grievous to be thought upon. What, is he in his bed? HAST. He is. GLOU. Go you before, and I will follow you. He cannot live, I hope; and must not die [Exit HASTINGS. 145 Till George be packed with post-horse up to heaven. Clarence hath not another day to live: 150 Which done, God take King Edward to his mercy, For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter. 155 By marrying her which I must reach unto. 160 Clarence still breathes; Edward still lives and reigns: [Exit. SCENE II. The same. Another street. Enter the corpse of KING HENRY the Sixth, guarded by Gentlemen with halberds; LADY ANNE as mourner. ANNE. Set down, set down your honourable load— If honour my be shrouded in a hearse— Whilst I awhile obsequiously lament 5 Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughtered son, 10 To hear the lamentations of poor Anne, Stabb'd by the selfsame hand that made these wounds! Lo, in these windows that let forth thy life, I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes. Cursed be the hand that made these fatal holes! May fright the hopeful mother at the view; As miserable by the death of him, 15 20 25 As I am made by my poor lord and thee! Come, now towards Chertsey with your holy load, Taken from Paul's to be interred there; 30 And still, as you are weary of the weight, Rest you, whiles I lament King Henry's corse. Enter GLOUCESTER. GLOU. Stay, you that bear the corse, and set it down. To stop devoted charitable deeds? 35 GLOU. Villains, set down the corse; or, by Saint Paul, I'll make a corse of him that disobeys. GENT. My lord, stand back, and let the coffin pass. GLOU. Unmanner'd dog! stand thou when I command: Advance thy halberd higher than my breast, 40 Or, by Saint Paul, I'll strike thee to my foot, And spurn upon thee, beggar, for thy boldness. ANNE. What, do you tremble? are you all afraid? Alas, I blame you not; for you are mortal, 45 Thou hadst but power over his mortal body, His soul thou canst not have; therefore, be gone. ANNE. Foul devil, for God's sake, hence, and trouble us not; 50 For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell, Fill'd it with cursing cries and deep exclaims. O gentlemen, see, see! dead Henry's wounds 55 From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells; 60 Provokes this deluge most unnatural. O God, which this blood madest, revenge his death! O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge his death! ANNE. Villain, thou know'st no law of God nor man: GLOU. But I know none, and therefore am no beast. 65 70 75 ANNE. Vouchsafe, defused infection of a man, For these known evils, but to give me leave, By circumstance, to curse thy cursed self. 80 GLOU. 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. GLOU. By such despair, I should accuse myself. 85 ANNE. And, by despairing, shouldst thou stand excused For doing worthy vengeance on thyself, Which didst unworthy slaughter upon others. Why, then they are not dead: 90 Why, then he is alive. GLOU. Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's hand. ANNE. In thy foul throat thou liest Queen Margaret saw Thy murderous falchion smoking in his blood; The which thou once didst bend against her breast, GLOU. I was provoked by her slanderous tongue, I grant ye. 95 100 GLOU. ANNE. Dost grant me, hedgehog? then, God grant me too GLOU. The fitter for the King of heaven, that hath him. 105 For he was fitter for that place than earth. ANNE. And thou unfit for any place but hell. GLOU. Yes, one place else, if you will hear me name it. 110 ANNE. Ill rest betide the chamber where thou liest ! ANNE. I hope so. 115 Of these Plantagenets, Henry and Edward, As blameful as the executioner? ANNE. Thou art the cause, and most accursed effect. 120 GLOU. 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, 125 These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks. GLOU. These eyes could never endure sweet 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. 130 ANNE. Black night o'ershade thy day, and death thy life! GLOU. Curse not thyself, fair creature; thou art both. GLOU. It is a quarrel most unnatural, To be revenged on him that loveth you. 135 GLOU. He that bereft thee, lady, of thy husband, ANNE. His better doth not breathe upon the earth. GLOU. ANNE. Plantagenet. Why, that was he. 140 GLOU. The selfsame name, but one of better nature. ANNE. Would it were mortal poison, for thy sake! Out of my sight! thou dost infect mine eyes. GLOU. Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine. 150 155 When black-faced Clifford shook his sword at him; 160 And twenty times made pause to sob and weep, My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear; 165 And what these sorrows could not thence exhale, Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. My tongue could never learn sweet smoothing words; 170 My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to speak. Teach not thy lips such scorn, for they were made If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive, I lay it naked to the deadly stroke, 175 |