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But 'twas thy heavenly face that set me on.
Take up the sword again, or take up me.
LADY ANNE:
Arise, dissembler: though I wish thy death,
I will not be the executioner.
GLOUCESTER:
Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it.
LADY ANNE:
I have already.
GLOUCESTER:
Tush, that was in thy rage:
Speak it again, and, even with the word,
That hand, which, for thy love, did kill thy love,
Shall, for thy love, kill a far truer love;
To both their deaths thou shalt be accessary.
LADY ANNE:
I would I knew thy heart.
GLOUCESTER:
'Tis figured in my tongue.
LADY ANNE:
I fear me both are false.
GLOUCESTER:
Then never man was true.
LADY ANNE:
Well, well, put up your sword.
GLOUCESTER:
Say, then, my peace is made.
LADY ANNE:
That shall you know hereafter.
GLOUCESTER:
But shall I live in hope?
LADY ANNE:
All men, I hope, live so.
GLOUCESTER:
Vouchsafe to wear this ring.
LADY ANNE:
To take is not to give.
GLOUCESTER:
Look, how this ring encompasseth finger.
Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart;
Wear both of them, for both of them are thine.
And if thy poor devoted suppliant may
But beg one favour at thy gracious hand,
Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever.
LADY ANNE:
What is it?
GLOUCESTER:
That it would please thee leave these sad designs
To him that hath more cause to be a mourner,
And presently repair to Crosby Place;
Where, after I have solemnly interr'd
At Chertsey monastery this noble king,
And wet his grave with my repentant tears,
I will with all expedient duty see you:
For divers unknown reasons. I beseech you,
Grant me this boon.
LADY ANNE:
With all my heart; and much it joys me too,
To see you are become so penitent.
Tressel and Berkeley, go along with me.
GLOUCESTER:
Bid me farewell.
LADY ANNE:
'Tis more than you deserve;
But since you teach me how to flatter you,
Imagine I have said farewell already.
GLOUCESTER:
Sirs, take up the corse.
GENTLEMEN:
Towards Chertsey, noble lord?
GLOUCESTER:
No, to White-Friars; there attend my coining.
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.
What! I, that kill'd her husband and his father,