And his physicians fear him mightily. RIC. Now, by faint Paul, this news is bad indeed. O, he hath kept an evil diet long, And over-much confum'd his royal perfon; 'Tis very grievous to be thought upon. What, is he in his bed? HAS. He is. RIC. Go you before. and I will follow you. [Exit HASTINGS. He cannot live, I hope; and must not die, 'Till George be pack'd with post-horse up to heaven. Clarence hath not another day to live: Which done, God take king Edward to his mercy, For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter: By marrying her, which I must reach unto. SCENE II. The fame. Another Street. Halberds, with it; and Lady ANNE, ANN. Set down, fet down your honourable load,— [Bearers fet down the Coffin. Poor key-cold figure of a holy king, Stab'd by the self-fame hand that made these wounds. I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes: O, curfed be the hand, that made these holes! May fright the hopeful mother at the view; If ever he have wife, let her be made Than I am made by my young lord, and thee! Taken from Paul's to be interred there; RIC. Stay, you that bear the corfe, and set it down. ANN. What black magician conjures up this fiend, To stop devoted charitable deeds? Ric. Villains, fet down the corfe; or, by faint Paul, I'll make a corse of him that disobeys. 1. G. My lord, stand back, and let the coffin pass. Ric. Unmanner'd dog, ftand thou when I command: Advance thy halberd higher than my breast, Or, by faint Paul, I'll ftrike thee to my foot, And fpurn upon thee, beggar, for thy boldness.' [Corpfe fet down. ANN. What, do you tremble? are you all afraid? Alas, I blame you not; for you are mortal, And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil. Avant, thou dreadful minister of hell! Thou hadft but power over his mortal body, His foul thou canst not have; therefore, be gone. Ric. Sweet faint, for charity, be not fo curft. ANN. Foul devil, for God's fake, hence, and trouble us not; For thou haft made the happy earth thy hell, For 'tis thy presence that exhales this blood Provokes this deluge most unnatural. O God, which this blood mad'ft, revenge his death! ANN. Vouchfafe, diffus'd infection of a man, By circumstance, to curfe thy curfed felf. RIC. Fairer than tongue can name thee, let me have Some patient leisure to excuse myself. ANN. Fouler than heart can think thee, thou canftmake No excufe current, but to hang thyself. RIC. By fuch defpair, I fhould accuse myself. ANN. And, by defpairing, fhalt thou ftand excus'd; For doing worthy vengeance on thyself, RIC. Say, that I flew them not ? ANN. Then fay, they were not flain : RIC. ANN. Why, then he is alive. RIC. Nay, he is dead; and flain by Edward's hand. ANN. In thy foul throat thou ly'ft; queen Margaret faw Thy murd'rous faulchion fmoaking in his blood; RIC. I was provoked by her fland'rous tongue, RIC. I grant ye. king? [me too, ANN. Doft grant me, hedge-hog? then, God grant Thou may'st be damned for that wicked deed! O, he was gentle, mild, and virtuous. RIC. The fitter for the king of heaven that hath him. ANN. He is in heaven, where thou shalt never come. RIC. Let him thank me, that holp to fend him thither; For he was fitter for that place, than earth. ANN. And thou unfit for any place, but hell. RIC. Yes, one place elfe, if you will hear me name it. ANN. Some dungeon. RIC. Your bed-chamber. ANN. Ill reft betide the chamber where thou ly'ft! RIC. So will it, madam, 'till I lye with you. ANN. I hope fo. RIC. I know fo. But, gentle lady Anne, |