Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1592] (Annals) tragedy; history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 475 words
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In thy foul throat thou Liest, Queen Margaret saw Thy murderous Falchion smoking in his blood: The which, thou once didd'st bend against her breast, But that thy Brothers beat aside the point. I was provoked by her slanderous tongue, That laid their guilt, upon my guiltless Shoulders. Thou was't provoked by thy bloody mind, That never dreamest on aught but Butcheries: Didst thou not kill this King? I grant ye. Dost grant me Hedgehog, Then God grant me too Thou may'st be damned for that wicked deed, O he was gentle, mild, and virtuous. The better for the King of heaven that hath him. He is in heaven, where thou shalt never come. Let him thank me, that holp to send him thither: For he was fit for that place then earth. And thou unfit for any place, but hell. Yes one place else, if you will hear me name it. Some dungeon. Your Bedchamber. Ill rest betide the chamber where thou liest. So will it Madam, till I lie with you. I hope so. I know so. But gentle Lady Anne, To leave this keen encounter of our wits, And fall something into a slower method. Is not the causer of the timeless deaths Of these Plantagenets, Henry and Edward, As blameful as the Executioner. Thou was't the cause, and most accursed effect. Your beauty was the cause of that effect: Your 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. If I thought that, I tell thee Homicide, These Nails should rend that beauty from my Cheeks. These eyes could not endure that beauty's wrack, 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. Black night o'ershade thy day, & death thy life. Curse not thyself fair Creature, Thou art both. I would I were, to be revenged on thee. It is a quarrel most unnatural, To be revenged on him that loveth thee. It is a quarrel just and reasonable, To be revenged on him that killed my Husband. He that bereft the Lady of thy Husband, Did it to help thee to a better Husband. His better doth not breath upon the earth. He lives, that loves thee better than he could. Name him. Plantagenet. Why that was he. The selfsame name, but one of better Nature. Where is he? here: Why dost thou spit at me. Would it were mortal poison, for thy sake. Never came poison from so sweet a place. Never hung poison on a fouler Toad. Out of my sight, thou dost infect mine eyes. Thine eyes (sweet Lady) have infected mine. Would they were Basilisks, to strike thee dead.
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In thy foule throat thou Ly'ſt, Queene Margaret ſaw Thy murd'rous Faulchion ſmoaking in his blood: The which, thou once didd'ſt bend againſt her breſt, But that thy Brothers beate aſide the point. I was prouoked by her ſland'rous tongue, That laid their guilt, vpon my guiltleſſe Shoulders. Thou was't prouoked by thy bloody minde, That neuer dream'ſt on ought but Butcheries: Did'ſt thou not kill this King? I graunt ye. Do'ſt grant me Hedge-hogge, Then God graunt me too Thou may'ſt be damned for that wicked deede, O he was gentle, milde, and vertuous. The better for the King of heauen that hath him. He is in heauen, where thou ſhalt neuer come. Let him thanke me, that holpe to ſend him thither: For he was fitter for that place then earth. And thou vnfit for any place, but hell. Yes one place elſe, if you will heare me name it. Some dungeon. Your Bed-chamber. Ill reſt betide the chamber where thou lyeſt. So will it Madam, till I lye with you. I hope ſo. I know ſo. But gentle Lady Anne, To leaue this keene encounter of our wittes, And fall ſomething into a ſlower method. Is not the cauſer of the timeleſſe deaths Of theſe Plantagenets, Henrie and Edward, As blamefull as the Executioner. Thou was't the cauſe, and moſt accurſt effect. Your beauty was the cauſe of that effect: Your beauty, that did haunt me in my ſleepe, To vndertake the death of all the world, So I might liue one houre in your ſweet boſome. If I thought that, I tell thee Homicide, Theſe Nailes ſhould rent that beauty from my Cheekes. Theſe eyes could not endure yt beauties wrack, You ſhould not blemiſh it, if I ſtood by; As all the world is cheared by the Sunne, So I by that: It is my day, my life. Blacke night ore-ſhade thy day, & death thy life. Curſe not thy ſelfe faire Creature, Thou art both. I would I were, to be reueng'd on thee. It is a quarrell moſt vnnaturall, To be reueng'd on him that loueth thee. It is a quarrell iuſt and reaſonable, To be reueng'd on him that kill'd my Husband. He that bereft the Lady of thy Husband, Did it to helpe thee to a better Husband. His better doth not breath vpon the earth. He liues, that loues thee better then he could. Name him. Plantagenet. Why that was he. The ſelfeſame name, but one of better Nature. Where is he? Heere: Why doſt thou ſpit at me. Would it were mortall poyſon, for thy ſake. Neuer came poyſon from ſo ſweet a place. Neuer hung poyſon on a fowler Toade. Out of my ſight, thou doſt infect mine eyes. Thine eyes (ſweet Lady) haue infected mine. Would they were Baſiliskes, to ſtrike thee dead.