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Have now the fatal object in mv eye,
Where my poor yonng was lim'd, was caught, and

Olo, Why, what a peevish fool was that of
Crete,
That taught his son the office of a fowl ;
And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown*dl

K. Hen. I, Daadalus ; my poor boy, Icarus ;
Thy father, Minos, that denied our course;
The sun, that searVl the wings of my sweet boy,
lliy brother Edward ; and thyself, the sea.
Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life.
Ah, kill me with thy weanon, not with words I
My breast can better brook thy dagger's point,



Q, Mar. Good CUffenoe, do; sweet Clarence, do

thou do it
OUsr, Didst thon not hear me swear I would

not do it?
Q. Mar. Ay, but thon nsest to forswear thyself:
Twas sin before, but now *tis charity.
Whatl wilt thou not? Where is that deviTs

butcher, Richard,
Hard-&TOured Richard? Richard, where art thou?
Thou art not here : Murther is thy alms-deed ;
Petitioners for blood thou ne'er putt'st back.
K, Edw, Away, I say ; I charge ye, bear her

hence.
Q, Mar. So come to you, and yours, as to this
prince I [Eadt, led 0¥t fbrc&ly.

K. Edm. Where's Riehtrd gone?



thy daggai
ic history.



But wherefore dost thou come ? is't for my life?

OU). Think^t thou I am an executioner?

K. Hen. A persecutor, I am sure, thou art;
If murthering innocents be executing.
Why, then thou art an executioner.

ulo. Thy son I kill'd for his presumption.

JT. Hen. Hadst thou been kill'd when first thoo
didst presume.
Thou hadst not liv'd to kill a son of mine.
And thus I prophesy,— that many a thousand,
Which now mistrust no parcel ot my fear;
And many an old man's sigh, and many a widow^
And many an orphan^ water-standing eye,—
Men for their sons', wives for their husbands'.
And orphans for their parents' timeless death.—
Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast bom.
The owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil sign ;
The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time :
Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempests shook aown

trees ;
The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top,
And chattering pies in dismal disooros sung.
Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain.
And yet brought forth less than A itapther% hoM*
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684 KINO HENBT

To wit an indigest deformed lump,
Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree.
Teeth hadst thon in thy head when thou wast bom,
To signify thou earnest to bite the world :
And, if the rest be trne which I have heard,
Thou cam*8t —

OUk 111 bear no more:— Die, prophet, in thy
speech : fStobs him.

For this, among the rest, was I ordain *d.

K, Hen, Ay, and for much more slaughter after
this.

God I forgive my sins, and pardon thee ! [Dies,
Olo. What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster

Sink into the ground ? I thought it would have

mounted.
See how my sword weeps for the poor king's death !

0, may such purple tears be always shed

From those that wish the downfall of our house I
If any spark of life be yet remaining,
Down, down, to hell ; and say I sent tliee thither,-—
[Stabs him again.

1, that have neither pity, love, nor fear.
Indeed, tis true that Henry told me of;
For I have often heard my mother say

1 came into the world with my legs forward :
Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste.
And seek their ruin that usurped our right?
The midwife wondered : and the women cried,
'* Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth I "
And so I was ; which plainly signified

That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog.

Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so,

Let hell make crook 'd ray mind to answer it.

I have no brother, I am like no brother :

And this word love, which greybeards call divine.

Be resident in men like one another,

And not in me ; I am myself alone.

Clarence beware; thoa keep'st me from the light

But I will sort a pitchy day for thee :

For I will buzz abroad such prophesies.

That Edward shall be fearful of his life ;

And then, to puree his fear, III be thy death.

King Henry and the prince his son are gone :

Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest.

Counting myself but bad till I bo best.

Ill throw thy body in another room.

And trimnph, Henry, in thy day of doom. [Exit.'\

SCENE Ylh'-The same, A Roam m the Palace,

King Edward m discovered sitting on his (krone;
Queen Elizabeth, with the infant Prince,
Clarence, Qlobter, Hastings, and others^
near him, «

Km Edno, Once more we sit in England*s royal
throne,
Roporchaa'd with the blood of enemies.



VI.— PART m.

What valiant foemen, like to aiitamn*s com.
Have we mow'd down, in Xtyys of all their pride
Three Dukes of Somerset, threefold renowned
For hardy and nndoubted champions:
Two Cliifords, as the father and the son
And two Northumberlands : two braver men
Ne*er spun'd their coursers at the trumpet's

sound;
With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and

Montague,
That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion.
And made the forest tremble when they roared.
Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat,
And made our footstool of eecurity.
Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy:
Young Ned, for thee, thine uncles and m3r8elf
Have in our armours watched the winter's night ;
Went all afoot in summer's scalding heat,
That thou might'st repossess the crown in peace;
And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain.
Glo. Ill blast his harvest, if your head were
laid;
For yet I am not look'd on in the world.
This shoulder was ordain'd so thick to heave;
And heave it shall some weight, or break my

back:
Work thou the way, and thou shalt execute.

[Amae.
K, Edw, Clarence and Gloster, lore my lovely
queen.
And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both.

Clar, I'he duty that I owe unto your majesty,
I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe.
K, Edw. Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy

brother, thanks.
Olo, And that I love the tree from whence thoa
sprang'st
Witness the loving kiss I give the froit:
Ti) say the truth, so Judas kis8*d his master;
And cried — All hail I when as he meant - all harm.

[Aside,
K, Edw, Now am I seated as my soul delights.
Having my country's peace, and brothers' loves.
Clar, What will your grace have done with
Margaret ?
Reignier, her father, to the Ring of France
Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem,
And hither have they sent it for her ransom.
K, Edw, Away with her, and waft her hence to
France,
And now what rests, but that we spend the time
With stately triumphs, mirthful comic shows.
Such as bent the pleasures of the court ?
Sound, drums and trumpets! — farewell, soar

annoy I
For here, I hope, begms oar lastmg joy.

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DRAMATIS PERSONS,



Klaff EDWABDXV.

SDWABD. Priaea of WALES, altonrurds Bag

Edward V.. wn to the King.

RIOHABO, Duke of York, ion to tho Klnc.

SBOROB. Dako of Glarenco, brothor to the xQnc:

EXOHASD. Onke of Oloiter, afterward* King

Elchard UL, brother to tha King.
A jronng Bon of Olarenoe. _



Wtt THOMAS VAUOBAN.

Sir RICHARD RATGLEFF.

BIr WILLIAM CATESBT.

Sir JAME8 TTRREL.

Blr JAMES BLOUmT.

Sir WALTER HERBERT.

Mr BOBEBT BRAKENBURT. Ueutenaat Of tk«

Tower.

GEEIBTOPHER URSWICK, a Filett.

APrleat.

Lord Mayor of London.

Sheriff of WILTSHIRE. ___

ELIZABETH, Qaeen of King Edward IV.

MAROARET, widow of King Henry VL



6>



Docheci of York, mother to King Edward IT.,
Clarence and Oloeter.
widow of Edward Prlnoe of Wales, m
— - ■ ■ to too Du«o



Lady ARNB. wtdi
King Henry
of Olorter.



TL, afterwards married 1



A Tonng Danghter of Oarenoo.
Lords, and other Attendants ; two gentlemen, a PvsnlTUift
Borlvener, dtlsens, Mwderara, MMiengtn. Ohoots,
Boldlen,Ae.



ACT L



SCENE L— London. A Street,
Enter Qloster.



Qto, Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorions sammer by this san of York;
And all the clonds that lowV-'d u))on our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ;
Our stem alarums chang\i to merry meetings ;
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visag'd war hath smooth 'd his wrinkled front;
And noWf instead of mounting barbed steeds,
To fright the souls Df fearful adversaries,
He capers nimblj in a lady's chamber,
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass ;—
I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majes^
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph ;—
I, that am curtaird of this fair proportion.
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made np,
And that so lamely and unfashionable,
That do^ bark at me as I halt by them ;—
Why I, in this weak piping time of peace.
Have no delight to pass away the time.
Unless to see my shadow in the sun,
And descant on mine own deformity.
And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover
To entertain these £ur well-siMKen days,
I am determined to prove a villain,
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,
By dmnken prophecies, libels, and dreams,



To set my brother Clarenoe and the king
In deadly hate the one against the other :
And, if iCing Edward be as true and just
As I am subtle, false, and treacherous,
This day should Clarence closely be mew*d npi,
About a prophecy, wliich savs that Q
Of Eldwfl^'s heirs the mnrtherer sliall be.
Dive, thoughts, down to my soul 1 here Clarenot
oomes.

Enter Claebhcb, guarded, and BsAKSirBURT.
Brother, good day: What means this armed guard
That waits upon your grace?

Clar. His majesty.

Tendering my person's safety, hath appomted
This conduct to convey me to the Tower.

Olo, Upon what cause?

Clar, Because my name is Oeorgs.

Qh. Alack, my lord, that £Biuft is none of yours ;
He should for that commit your ^dfathers:—
O, belike, his majesty hath some intent
That you should be new christened in the Tower.
But what's the matter, Clarence? may I know?

Clar, Yea, Richard, when I know ; for I protest
As vet I do not : But as I can learn.
He nearkens after prophecies and dreams;
And from the cross-row plucks the letter G-,
And says, a wizard told him, tliat by Q-
His issue disinherited should be ;
And for m^ name of George begins with G,
It follows in his thought that I am be:
Tliese, as I learn, and such-like toys as these.
Have mov'd his highness to commit me now.

Ola, Why, this it is when men are rol'd by
women :
\ «Ti8 not the king that sends yoa to the Tower-



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My Lady Grej, his wife, Clarence, ^ bhe

That tempers him to thia extremity.

Was it not she and that good man of worship,

Antony Woodville, her Brother tiiere,

That made him send Lord Hastings to the Tower,

From whence this present day he is deliver'd ?

We are not safe, Clarence, we are not safe.

Clar. By Ueaven, I think there is no man
secare
Bat the queen's kindred, and night-walking heralds
Tliat trudge betwixt the king and Mistress Shore.
Heard you not what an humble suppliant
Lord Hastings was to her for his delivery?

Qlo. Humbly complaining to her deity
Got my lord chamberlain his liberty,
ru tell ^ou what,— I think it is our way^
If we will keep in favoor with the king,
To be her men and wear her livery :
The jealous o'er-wom widow, and herself,
Hince that our brother dubb*d them gentlewomen.
Axe mighty gossips in our monarchy.

Brak, I beseech your graces both to pardon me \
His majesty hath straitly given in charge
That no roan shall have private conference,
Of what degree soever, with his brother.

Qlo. Even so ; an please your worship, Braken-
bury.
You may partake of anything we say :
We speak no treason, man :~we say, the kiog
Is wise and virtuous ; and his noble queen
Well struck in years, fair, and not jealous : —
We say, that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot,
A eheiry lip, a bonny eye, a passing pleasing

tongue:
And the queen's kindred are made gentlefolks :
How say you, sir ? can you deny all this ?

Brak, With this, my lord, myself hath nought
to do.

Qh, Naught to do with Mistress Shore? I tell
thee, fellow,
He that doth naught with her, excepting one.
Were best to do it secretly, alone.

Brak, What one, my lord ?

Qlo, Her husband, knave: — Wooldst thou
betray me?

Brak. I do beseech your grace to pardon me ;
and, withal.
Forbear your conference with the noble duke.

dasr. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and
will obey.

Glo. We are the queen's abjects, and mnst obey.
Br-'ther, farewell : I will unto the king ;
And whatsoe'er you will employ me in, —
Wure it to call King Edward's widow sister, —
1 will perform it to enfranchise you.
M^«ntime, this deep disgrace on brotherhood
Touches me deeper than you can imagine.

Clar. I know it pleaseth neither of as well.

Qh. Well, your imprisonment shall not be long;
1 will deliver you, or else lie for yoa:
Meantime, have patience.

Clar. I mast perforce ; &rewell.

[Exenmt Clarence, Brakenbury, and Guard.

Qlo. Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er
return.
Simple, plain Clarence I I do love thee so.
That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven.
If heaven will take the present at our hands.
Bat who comes here ? the new deliver'd Hastings.

Enter Hastinos.
HauL Good time of day unto my gracious lord t
Qk>, Kb much unto my good lord chamberlain !



KING RICHARD ITT.



Well are you welcome to this open air.

How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonmect ?

Haat. With patience, noble lord, as prisomu^
must:
But I shall live, my lord, to give them thanks
That were the cause of my imprisonment.

Qlo. No doubt, no doubt, and so shall Clarenca
too;
For they that were your enemies are his,
And have prevailed as much on him as you.

Hast. More pity that the eagle should be mew'd,
While kites and buzzards prey at liberty.

Qlo. What news abroad ?

Hast No news so bad abroad as this at home;
The king is sickly, weak, and melancholy,
And his physicians fear fadm mightil;^.

Oh. Now, by St. Paul^ this news is bad indeed.
O, he hath kept an evil diet long,
And over-much consum'd his royal person ;
Tis ver^ ei'iovous to be thought upon.
Where is he? in his bed ?

Hast. He is.

Qh. Gh> you before, and I will follow you.

[Exit Hastihos.
He cannot live, I hope; and must not die
Till George be pack d with posthorseup tohearen.
Ill in to urge his hatred more to Clarence,
With lies well steel'd with weighty arguments :
And, if I fail not in my deep intent,
Clarence hath not another aay to live:
Which done, God take King £dward to his mercy.
And leave the world for me to bustle in t
For then 111 marry Warwick's youngest daughter.
What though I kill'd her husband and her father,
The readiest way to make the wench amends
Is, to become her husband and her father :
The which will I : not all so much for love
As for another secret close intent.
By marrying her, which I must reach unto.
But yet I run before my horse to market :
Clarence still breathes; Edward still lires and

reigns;
When they are gone then must I count my gains.

[EiaL

SCENE ll.-^The 9ame. Anotier SireeL

Enter the corpae of King Henht the ScrrH,6rinM
m em open coffin^ Gentlemen hearing halbaxUf to
guard tt\ and Lsidy Ahjhe at mourner.

Anne, Set down, set down, your honoaratdr

load, —
If honour may be shrouded in a hearse,—
Whilst I a while obsequiously lament
The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster.
Poor key-cold figure of a holy king I
Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster I
Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood I
Be it lawful that 1 invocate thy ghost.
To hear the lamentations of poor Anne,
Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughtered son,
Stabb'd by the self-same hand that made these

wounds I
Lo, in these windows that let forth thy life,
I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes:
0, cursed be the hand that made these holesi
Cursed the heart that had the heart to do It !
Cursed the blood that let this blood from henoel
More direful hap betide that hated wretch.
That makes us wretched by the death of thee.
Than I can wish to adders, spiders, toads.
Or any creeping venom'd thing that liyest
If ever he have child, abortive hoAtr t

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Prodigious, and nntiinely broogfat to light,
Whose ugly and annataral aspect
Ma7 frigbt the hopeful mother at the view ;
And that be heir to bis unhappiness I
If erer he tiave wife, let her be made
More miserable by the death of him.
Than I am made by my young lord, and theet
Come, now, toward Chertsey with your holy load,
Taken from Paul's to be interred there ;
And, still as you are weary of the weigbt,
Rest you, wtules I lament Ring Uenry% corse.
[The bearers take v^ the oorpae and advance.

Enter GhOvrzR,

Olok Stay, you that bear the corse, and set it
down.

Amte. What blade magician conjures ap tliis
fiend,
To stop devoted charitable deeds?

Olo, Villains, set down the corse; or, by Saint
Paul,
111 make a corse of him that disobeys I

1 Qeni, My-lord, stand back, and let the coffin
pass.

Olo, Unmanner'd dog I stand thou when I com-
mand*
Advance thy halberd higher than my breast.
Or, by Saint Paul, 111 strike thee to my foot,
And spurn upon thee, beggar, for thy boldness.
[The oearere tet dawn the coffin,

Ajme, Whatfdoyou tremble? are you all afraid?
Alas, 1 blame you not ; for yon are mortal,
And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil.
Avaunt, thou dreadful minister of hell !
Thon hadst but power over his mortal body,
His soul thou oans*t not hare ; therefore be gone.

Qlo, Sweet saint, for chari^, be not so curst.

Aime, Foul devil, for God's sake, hence, and
trouble us not ;
For tlion hast made the happy earth thy bell,
Fill'd it with cursin^c cries, and deep exclaims.
if thou delight to view thy heinous deeds.
Behold this pattern of thy butcheries.
O, gentlemen, see, seel dead Henry's wounds
Open their conceal *d mouths and bleed afresh I
Blush, blush, thou lump of foul deformity;
For tu thy presence that exales tliis blood
From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells ;
Thy deed, inhuman and unnatural.
Provokes tliis deluge most unnatural.
Qod. which this blood mad'st^ revenge his death !
earth, which this blood drink^t, revenge bis

deathi
Either, Heaven, with lightning strike the mnr-

therer dead;
Or, earth, gape ooen wide and eat him quick,
As thou dost swallow up this good king's blood,
Which his hell-govern o arm bath butchered I

Qlik Lady, you know no rules of charity.
Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses.

Anne, Villain, thoa know'st no law of God nor
man;
No beast so fierce bat knows some tooch of pity.

Qla, Bot I Itnow none, and therefore am no
beast.

Anm, O wonderfol, when devils tell the tmth !

QUy. More wonderful, when angels are so angry I
Voaohsafe, divme perfection of a woman.
Of these supposed crimes to give me leave,
By circumstance, bot to acouit myself.

Anm. Vouchsafe, diffusn infection of a ma
For these known evUs but to give me leave,
By eiroofflstaiice, to onrse thy cnrsed self.



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Glo, Fairer than tongue can name thee let me
have
Some patient leisure to excuse myselt
Anne, Fouler than heart can think, thon canst
make
No excuse current, but to hang thyself.

Qlo. By such despau* I should accuse myself.
Anne, And by despairing shalt thou stand
excus'd,
For doing worthy vengeance on thyself.
That di£t unworthy slaughter upon otherSi
Qlo, Say, that I slew them not.
Anne, 'Then say, they were not slain.
But dead they are, and, devilish slave, by thee.
Oh, I did not kill yoor husband.
Anne, Why, then he is alive.

Olo, Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward^

band.
Anne, In thy foul throat thou liest; Qneen
Margaret saw
Thy murtherous &ulchion smoking in bis blood ;
The which thou once did bend against her breast
But that thy brothers beat aside the point

Olo, I was provoked by ber slanderous tongne,
TU^ laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders.
^ume. Thou wsst provoked by thy bloody
mind,
That never dream*8t on aught but butcheries :
Didst thou not kill this king?
Olo, I grant ye.

Anne, Dost grant me, hedgehog? then, God
grant me too,
Thon mayst be damned for that wicked deed I
O, he was gentle, niild, and virtuous.

Olo, The fitter for the king of heaven that hath

bim.
Ame, He is hi heaven, where thon shalt never

come.
Oh, Let him thank me that help to send him
thither;
For he was fitter for that place than earth.
Anne, And thou unfit for any place but hell.
Oh, Yes, one place else, if you will hear me

name it
Anne, Some dungeon.
Oh, Tour bed-chamber.

Anne. Ill rest betide the chamber where thoo

liest!
Oh, So will it madam, till I lie with yon.
Avne, I hope so.

Oh, i know so,— Bat, gentle lady Anne,
To leave this keen encounter of our wit<s
And fall somewhat 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 aooors'd

effect
Oh, Your beauty was the cause of that effect ;
Tear 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.
Ann, If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide,
These nailsshould rend that beauty from my cheeks.
Oh, These eyes could not endure that beauty's
wrack;
Ton should not blemish It if I stood by:
As all the world is clieered by the oun,
So I by that ; it is ray day, my life.
Anne, Black nigbt o ershade thy day, and death

thy life I
Oh, Onrsenot thyself, fair creature, thou art both
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Olo, It is a quarrel most unnatural,
To be reveng'd on him that loveth thee.

Anne. It is a quarrel just and reasonablef
To be reveug'd on him that kill'd my husband.

Olo, He that bereft thee, lady, of thy husband,
Did it to help thee to a better husband.

Anne. Uis better doth not breathe upon the
earth.

Olo. He lives that loTes thee better than he could.

Anne, Name him.

^0. Plantagenet.

Anne. ^^7* *^** ^'^ **®*

Glo. The8elf-«amename,batoneofbetternature.

Anne. Where is he?

Olo. Here : [She qits at him.] Why dost thou
spit at me?

Arnie. 'Would it were mortal poison for thy sake!

Olo. Never came poison from so sweet a place*

Arnie. Never bung poison on a fouler toad.
Oat of my sight I thou dost infect mine eyes.

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

Anne. 'Would (hey were basilisks, to strike thee
dead I

Olo, I would they were that I might die at once ;
For now they kill me with a living death.
Those eyes of thine firom mine luive drawn salt

tears;
Sham'd their aspects with store of childish drops:
These eyes, whuh never shed remorseful tear,
No, when my fi&ther York and Edward wept
To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made,
When black-fac*d Clififoni 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 exale,
Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with

weeping.
I never sued to friend, nor enemy ;
Ky tonguecould 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 scort^vUy at km.

Teach not thv lip such scorn ; for it was made
For kissing, lady, not for such contempt
If thv revengeful heart cannot forgive,
LfO I 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 lav it naked to the deadly stroke,
And humbly beg the death upon my knee.

[He lay$ his breast open; Ae offers
at it with his sword.
Nay, do not pause ; for I did kill king Henry ;
But Vas thy beauty that provoked me.
Nay, now despatch ; twas I that stabb'd young
Edwaid; \ She offom offers at his breast.
But twas thy heavenly face that set me on.

[She letsJaU the sword.
Take up the sw^rd again, or take up me.

Anne, Arise, dissembler: though I wish thy
death,
I will not be thv executioner.

Olo, Then bid me kill mjrself, and I will do it.

Anne. I have already.

Olo. 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 aoMssaiy.



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Anne, I would I knew thy heart

Olo. 'TIS figured in my tongue.

Anne, I fear me, both are false.

Olo. Then never man was true.



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