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Glo. Your beauty was the cause of that effect;
So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom.
As all the world is cheered by the sun,
Anne. Black night o'ershade thy day, and death thy life!
Glo. Curse not thyself fair creature; thou art both.
To be reveng❜d on him that loveth thee.
Anne. His better doth not breathe upon the earth.
Why, that was he.
Glo. The self-same name, but one of better nature. Anne. Where is he?
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;
Again, in King Henry IV, P. II: "I have read the cause of his effects in Galen."
Again, in Sidney's Arcadia, Book II:
"Both cause, effect, beginning, and the end,
"Are all in me.' "" Steevens.
Our author, I think, in another place uses effect, for efficient cause, Malone.
For now they kill me with a living death.1*
Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears,'
And twenty times made pause, to sob, and weep,
My tongue could never learn sweet soothing word ;5
My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to speak. [She looks scornfully at him.
they kill me with a living death.] In imitation of this passage, and, I suppose, of a thousand more, Pope writes:
― a living death I bear,
"Says Dapperwit, and sunk beside his chair." Johnson. So, in Watson's Sonnets, printed about 1580: "Love is a sowre delight, a sugred griefe, "A living death, an ever-dying life.”
* So, in King Henry VI, P. II, Vol. X, p. 201, n. 4. Am. Ed. 2 These eyes, which never &c.] The twelve following beautiful lines added after the first editions. Pope.
They were added with many more. Johnson,
3 Not, when my father -] The old copies read—No, when, &c. The correction was made by Mr. Pope. I am not sure that it is necessary.
This doubt derives strength from a subsequent passage:
"Duch. I hope he is much grown since last I saw him. Malone.
12. Eliz. But I hear, no."
4 My manly eyes did scorn &c.] Here is an apparent reference to King Henry VI, P. III, Act II, sc. i. See p. 316, n. 2.
5 sweet soothing word;] Thus the quarto, 1598. The folio has-sweet smoothing word. Malone.
Smooth is, probably, the true reading So again, p. 32. "Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive, and cog.” Steevens.
See also, Pericles, Act I, sc. ii.
Teach, not thy lip such scorn; for it was made
If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive,
Lo! here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword;
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 despatch; 'twas I that stabb'd young Ed[She again offers at his Breast.
But 'twas 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.
That was in thy rage:
Speak it again, and, even with the word,
This hand, which, for thy love, did kill thy love,
To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary.
'Tis figur'd in
6 But 'twas thy beauty-] Shakspeare countenances the observation, that no woman can ever be offended with the mention of her beauty. Johnson.
7 Then man
Was never true.] Old copy
Then never man was true.
For the sake of measure, I have hazarded this slight transposition.
But shall I live in hope?
I hope, live so.
Vouchsafe to wear this ring.
Anne. To take, is not to give. [She puts on the Ring.
But beg one favour at thy gracious hand,
Anne. What is it?
Glo. That it may please you leave these sad designs To him that hath more causes to be a mourner, And presently repair to Crosby-place: Where-after I have solemnly interr'd, At Chertsey monast'ry this noble king, And wet his grave with my repentant tears,—— I will with all expedient duty1 see you: For divers unknown reasons, I beseech you, Grant me this boon.
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.
Glo. Bid me farewel.
'Tis more than
But, since you teach me how to flatter you,
[Exeunt Lady ANNE, Tress. and Berk.
more cause] The folio-most cause.
Crosby-place:] A house near Bishopsgate-street, belong
ing to the Duke of Gloster. Johnson.
Crosby-Place is now Crosby-square in Bishopsgate-street; part of the house is yet remaining, and is a meeting place for a Presbyterian congregation. Sir J. Hawkins.
This magnificent house was built in the year 1466, by Sir John Crosby, grocer and woolman. He died in 1475. The ancient hall of this fabrick is still remaining, though divided by an additional floor, and incumbered by modern galleries, having been converted into a place of worship for Antinomians, &c. The upper part of it is now the warehouse of an eminent Packer.
Sir J. Crosby's tomb is in the neighbouring church of St. Helen the Great. Steevens.
•with all expedient duty-] See Vol. VIII, p. 37, n. 6.
Glo. Take up the corse, sirs.
Towards Chertsey, noble lord?
Glo. No, to White-Fryars; there attend my coming. [Exeunt the rest, with the corse.
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.
The bleeding witness of her hatred by;
With God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal,
But the plain devil, and dissembling looks,
And yet to win her, all the world to nothing!
Hath she forgot already that brave prince,
Edward, her lord, whom I, some three months since,
2 Imagine I have said farewel already.] Cibber, who altered King Richard III, for the stage, was so thoroughly convinced of the ridiculousness and improbability of this scene, that he thought himself obliged to make Tressel say:
When future chronicles shall speak of this,
They will be thought romance, not history.
Thus also, in Twelfth Night, where Fabian observing the conduct of Malvolio, says: "If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction."
From an account of our late unsuccessful embassy to the Emperor of China, we learn, indeed, that a scene of equal absurdity was represented in a theatre at Tien-sing: "One of the dramas, particularly, attracted the attention of those who recollected scenes, somewhat similar, upon the English stage. The piece represented an Emperor of China and his Empress living in supreme felicity, when, on a sudden, his subjects revolt, a civil war ensues, battles are fought, and at last the arch-rebel, who was a general of cavalry, overcomes his sovereign, kills him with his own hand, and routs the imperial army. The captive Empress then appears upon the stage in all the agonies of despair, naturally resulting from the loss of her husband and of her dignity, as well as the apprehension for that of her honour. Whilst she is tearing her hair, and rending the skies with her complaints, the conqueror enters, approaches her with respect, addresses her in a gentle tone, soothes her sorrows with his compassion, talks of love and adoration, and like Richard the Third, with Lady Anne in Shakspeare, prevails in less than half an hour, on the Chinese Princess to dry up her tears, to forget her deceased consort, and vield to a consoling wooer." Steevens.