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Richard III

Act I, Scene 2

The same. Another street.
 
[Enter the corpse of KING HENRY the Sixth, Gentlemen with halberds to guard it; LADY ANNE being the mourner]
 
LADY ANNE
            ,          ,          ,    ,       ,
      Set down,| set down | your ho|nora|ble load
          ,      ,         ,        ,        ,
      If ho|nor may | be shrou|ded in | a hearse;
             ,      ,       ,     2   ,       ,
      Whilst^I | awhile | obse|quiously | lament
         2    ,       ,        ,         ,      ,
      The untime|ly fall | of vir|tuous Lan|caster.
        T   T    T     ,         2   ,      ,
5     Poor key-cold | figure | of a ho|ly king,
        ,   ,                ,         ,      ,
      Pale as/hes of | the house | of Lan|caster;
             ,         ,        ,         ,       ,
      Thou blood|less rem|nant of | that roy|al blood,
        2    ,        ,       ,     ,          ,
      Be it law|ful that | I in|vocate | thy ghost,
           ,         ,     ,              ,    ,
      To hear | the la|menta|tions of / Poor Anne,
        ,            ,        ,         ,           ,
10    Wife to | thy Ed|ward, to | thy slaugh|tered son,
         ,      2        T   T    T           ,             ,
      Stabbed by the | selfsame hand | that made | these wounds.
       ,              ,               ,    ,           ,
      Lo, in | these win|dows that / let forth | thy life,
          ,          ,         ,              ,    ,
      I pour | the help|less balm | of my / poor eyes.
         ,              ,           ,           ,       ,
      Cursed be | the hand | that made | these fa|tal holes:
         ,              ,           ,          ,          x
15    Cursed be | the heart,| that had | the heart | to do it:
       ,             ,           ,           ,            ,
      Cursed | the blood,| that let | this blood | from hence:
             ,       ,        ,          ,        ,
      More dire|ful hap | betide | that ha|ted wretch,
             ,          ,        ,         ,          ,
      That makes | us wret|ched by | the death | of thee,
           ,         ,        ,        ,          ,
      Than I | can wish | to ad|ders, spi|ders, toads,
         ,      ,        ,         ,            ,
20    Or a|ny cree|ping ve|nomed thing | that lives.
         ,      ,          ,       ,         x
      If e|ver he | have child,| abor|tive be it,
          ,         ,        ,        ,           ,
      Prodi|gious, and | untime|ly brought | to light,
             ,     ,       ,          ,  ,
      Whose^ug|ly and | unna|tural / aspect
            ,            ,       ,       ,         ,
      May fright | the hope|ful mo|ther at | the view;
            ,         ,        ,       ,      ,
25    And that | be heir | to his | unhap|piness.
         ,      ,          ,         ,         ,
      If e|ver he | have wife,| let her | be made
        ,   ,           ,         ,         ,
      More mis/era|ble by | the death | of him
         ,        ,     .  T   T    T          ,
      As I | am made | by my poor lord,| and thee.
        ,                  ,         ,          ,      ,
      Come now | towards Chert|sey with | your ho|ly load,
       ,             ,          ,      ,        ,
30    Taken | from Paul's,| to be | inter|red there.
            ,         ,         ,      ,          ,
      And still | as you | are wea|ry of | the weight,
        ,               ,       ,          ,         ,
      Rest you,| whiles^I | lament | King^Hen|ry's corse.
 
[Enter GLOUCESTER]
 
RICHARD
        ,               ,          ,          ,         ,
      Stay you | that bear | the corse,| and set | it down.
 
LADY ANNE
             ,        ,       ,         ,          ,
      What black | magi|cian con|jures up | this fiend,
           ,       ,      ,     ,       ,
35    To stop | devo|ted cha|rita|ble deeds?
 
RICHARD
       ,               ,           ,        ,           ,
      Villains | set down | the corse,| or by | Saint Paul,
             ,        ,         ,          ,     ,
      I'll make | a corse | of him | that dis|obeys.
 
GENTLEMAN
           ,            ,         ,         ,        ,
      My lord | stand back,| and let | the cof|fin pass.
 
RICHARD
         ,         ,       ,                ,        ,
      Unman|nered dog,| standst thou | when I | command:
          ,          ,         ,       ,          ,
40    Advance | thy hal|bert high|er than | my breast,
          ,           ,            ,           ,        ,
      Or by | Saint Paul | I'll strike | thee to | my foot,
            ,       ,          ,       ,          ,        ->
      And spurn | upon | thee beg|gar for | thy bold||ness.
 
LADY ANNE
        ,      2      ,        ,         ,       ,
      What | do you trem|ble? Are | you all | afraid?
        ,        ,          ,     ,     2       ,
      Alas,| I blame | you not;| for you are | mortal,
           ,        ,        ,        ,          x
45    And mor|tal eyes | cannot | endure | the devil.
         ,            ,        ,     ,         ,
      Avaunt | thou dread|ful mi|nister | of hell;
             ,           x     ,   2       ,        ,
      Thou hadst | but power | over his | mortal | body,
            ,           ,           ,           ,         ,
      His soul | thou canst | not have;| therefore | be gone.
 
RICHARD
               ,          ,    2    ,              ,
      Sweet* saint,| for cha|rity, be | not so / curst.
 
LADY ANNE
                                                          ,      ,   ->
50                                                      Foul || devil,
       .    T     T    T           ,     2    ,
      For God's sake hence,| and trou|ble us not;
            ,           ,         ,       ,           ,
      For thou | hast made | the hap|py earth | thy hell,
         ,              ,         ,           ,         ,
      Filled it | with cur|sing cries | and deep | exclaims.
           ,        ,          ,         ,         ,
      If thou | delight | to view | thy hei|nous deeds,
          ,          ,        ,        ,       ,
55    Behold | this pat|tern of | thy but|cheries.
          ,     2     ,     T    T   T          ,
      Oh gen|tlemen, see,| see dead Hen|ry's wounds
      ,                   ,      ,           ,        ,
      Open | their con/gealed mouths,| and bleed | afresh.
        T      T      T      ,         ,      ,   2
      Blush, blush, thou | lump of | foul de|formity;
            ,         ,          ,        ,            ,
      For 'tis | thy pre|sence that | exhales | this blood
             ,         ,       ,                  ,      ,
60    From cold | and emp|ty veins | where no / blood dwells;
            ,        ,      ,       ,    ,
      Thy deeds | inhu|man and | unna|tural,
           ,           ,        ,       ,    ,
      Provokes | this de|luge most | unna|tural.
         ,                   ,      ,         ,           ,
      O God!| Which this / blood madest,| revenge | his death:
          ,                    ,      ,          ,           ,
      O earth!| Which this / blood drinkst,| revenge | his death.
        2       x            ,           ,          ,    2     ,
65    Either heaven | with light|ning strike | the mur|derer dead:
            ,         ,       ,         ,          ,
      Or earth | gape^o|pen wide | and eat | him quick,
           ,           ,       ,          ,             ,
      As thou | dost swal|low up | this good | king's^blood
                    ,   ,         ,          ,          o
      Which his / hell-gov|erned arm | hath but|chered.
 
RICHARD
       ,           ,         ,         ,     ,
      Lady,| you know | no rules | of cha|rity,
             ,         ,         ,      ,      2       ,
70    Which ren|ders good | for bad,| blessings for | curses.
 
LADY ANNE
       ,                ,         ,        ,         ,
      Villain,| thou knowst | no law | of God | nor man:
           ,           ,           ,            ,          x
      No beast | so fierce | but knows | some touch | of pity.
 
RICHARD
       .  T   T    T          ,         ,        ,
      But I know none,| and there|fore am | no beast.
 
LADY ANNE
         ,      ,          ,        ,          ,
      O won|derful,| when de|vils tell | the truth!
 
RICHARD
        ,   ,                 ,     2     ,    ,
75    More won/derful,| when an|gels are so | angry.
       ___    ,        ,       ,     3  3     ,
      Vouch|safe (di|vine per|fection of a | woman)
           ,         ,        ,          ,         ,
      Of these | suppo|sed crimes,| to give | me leave
          ,        ,      ,           ,        ,
      By cir|cumstance,| but to | acquit | myself.
 
LADY ANNE
       ___    ,        ,       ,     2        ,
      Vouch|safe (de|fused in|fection of | a man)
                    ,   ,        ,         ,         ,
80    For these / known e|vils, but | to give | me leave
          ,        ,          ,          ,        ,
      By cir|cumstance,| to curse | thy cur|sed self.
 
RICHARD
        ,             ,            ,           ,         ,
      Fairer | than tongue | can name | thee, let | me have
            ,        ,        ,       ,        ,
      Some pa|tient lei|sure to | excuse | myself.
 
LADY ANNE
       ,              ,           ,             ,            ,
      Fouler | than heart | can think | thee, thou | canst make
       ,      ,   ,                   ,         ,
85    No ex|cuse cur/rent, but | to hang | thyself.
 
RICHARD
           ,         ,         ,         ,        ,
      By such | despair,| I should | accuse | myself.
 
LADY ANNE
           ,       ,           ,             ,         ,
      And by | despai|ring shouldst | thou stand | excused;
           ,      ,       ,          ,        ,
      For do|ing wor|thy ven|geance on | thyself,
              ,        ,         ,      2  ,    ,
      Which didst | unwor|thy slaugh|ter upon | others.
 
RICHARD
       ,             ,          ,
90    Say that | I slew | them not.
 
LADY ANNE
            ,           ,          ,
      Then say | they were | not slain:  (trimeter with prev)
            ,          ,          x         ,          ,
      But dead | they are,| and devil|ish slave | by thee.
 
RICHARD
       2     ,      ,          ,
      I did not | kill your | husband.
 
LADY ANNE
            ,        ,      ,
      Why then | he is | alive.  (trimeter with prev)
 
RICHARD
       ,             ,          ,         ,          ,
95    Nay, he | is dead,| and slain | by Ed|ward's hands.
 
LADY ANNE
        2      ,       ,            T      T    T         ,
      In thy foul | throat thou | liest: Queen Mar|garet saw
           ,    2     ,         ,        ,         ,
      Thy mur|derous fal|chion smo|king in | his blood;
            ,            ,            ,        ,            ,
      The which | thou once | didst bend | against | her breast,
            ,         ,          ,       ,          ,
      But that | thy bro|thers beat | aside | the point.
 
RICHARD
      ,           ,      ,         ,     2      ,
100   I was | provo|ked by | her slan|derous tongue,
              ,            ,       ,         ,          ,         ->
      Which laid | their guilt | upon | my guilt|less shoul||ders.
 
LADY ANNE
        ,        2    ,      ,         ,       ,
      Thou | wast provo|ked by | thy bloo|dy mind.
             ,        ,          ,          ,       ,
      Which ne|ver dreamt | on aught | but but|cheries:
              ,          ,           ,
      Didst thou | not kill | this king?
 
RICHARD
                                         T   T    T
105                                      I grant ye.
 
LADY ANNE
             ,          ,   ___
      Dost grant | me hedge|hog,
        ,          ,        ___
      Then God | grant me | too   (trimeter with prev)
             ,         ,       ,           ,       ,
      Thou mayst | be dam|ned for | that wick|ed deed,
         ,        ,         ,         ,     ,
      O he | was gen|tle, mild,| and vir|tuous.
 
RICHARD
           ,       ,          ,          x            ,        2->
110   The bet|ter for | the King | of heaven | that hath || him.
 
LADY ANNE
          ,         x             ,           ,       ,
      He is | in heaven,| where thou | shalt ne|ver come.
 
RICHARD
         2      ,      ,           ,         ,         ,
      Let him thank | me, that | holp to | send him | thither;
           ,        ,              ,    ,            ,
      For he | was fit|ter for / that place | than earth.
 
LADY ANNE
            ,       ,        ,      ,           ,
      And thou | unfit | for a|ny place,| but hell.
 
RICHARD
           ,            ,        ,           ,           x
115   Yes one | place else,| if you | will hear | me name it.
 
LADY ANNE
            ,        o
      Some dun|geon.
 
RICHARD
                          T   T    T      o
                        Your bed-cham|ber.
 
LADY ANNE
            ,        ,          ,                ,    ,
      Ill rest | betide | the cham|ber where / thou liest.
 
RICHARD
             x      ,        ,       ,          ,
      So will it | madam,| till I | lie with | you.
 
LADY ANNE
      <-       ,    2
        I || hope so.
 
RICHARD
                           ,            ,       ,      ,
120                  I | know so.| But gen|tle La|dy Anne,
           ,            ,        ,       ,         ,
      To leave | this keen | encoun|ter of | our wits,
            ,      ,         ,  2      ,       ,
      And fall | somewhat | into a | slower | method,
          ,         ,       ,         ,          ,
      Is not | the cau|ser of | the time|less deaths
           ,          ,     ,     ,   2       ,
      Of these | Planta|genets,| Henry and | Edward,
           ,        ,        ,   ,     ,
125   As blame|ful as | the ex|ecu|tioner?
 
LADY ANNE
        ,               ,           ,         ,         ,
      Thou wast | the cause,| and most | accursed | effect.
 
RICHARD
             ,      ,          ,          ,        ,
      Your beau|ty was | the cause | of that | effect:
             ,        ,           ,         ,        ,
      Your beau|ty, which | did haunt | me in | my sleep
          ,      ,          ,         ,          ,
      To un|dertake | the death | of all | the world,
       ,  2          T   T    T      2       ,      ,
130   So I might | live one hour | in your sweet | bosom.
 
LADY ANNE
         ,             ,        ,          ,     ,
      If I | thought that,| I tell | thee ho|micide,
              ,              ,           ,       ,          ,
      These nails | should rend | that beau|ty from | my cheeks.
 
RICHARD
              ,           ,    2    ,      T     T  .     T
      These^eyes | could ne|ver endure | sweet beauty's^wreck;
             ,          ,        ,      ,          ,
      You should | not ble|mish it,| if I | stood by;
          ,          ,          ,       ,        ,
135   As all | the world | is cheer|ed by | the sun,
         ,        ,        ,       ,         ,
      So I | by that:| it is | my day,| my life.
 
LADY ANNE
              ,          ,          ,          ,           ,
      Black^night | oreshade | thy day,| and death | thy life.
 
RICHARD
             ,         ,            ,          ,          ,
      Curse^not | thyself | fair* crea|ture, thou | art both.
 
LADY ANNE
          ,         ,        ,        ,          ,
      I would | I were,| to be | revenged | on thee.
 
RICHARD
          ,       ,        ,       ,    ,
140   It is | a quar|rel most | unna|tural,
          ,        ,         ,          ,        ,
      To be | revenged | on him | that lo|veth thee.
 
LADY ANNE
       ,          ,        ,         ,    2  ,
      It is | a quar|rel just | and rea|sonable,
          ,        ,         ,           ,        ,        ->
      To be | revenged | on him | that slew | my hus||band.
 
RICHARD
       ,       2    ,          ,     ,        ,        ->
      He | that bereft | thee la|dy of | thy hus||band,
       ,      2     ,      ,    2     ,        ,
145   Did | it to help | thee to a | better | husband.
 
LADY ANNE
           ,        ,           ,        ,          ,
      His bet|ter doth | not breathe | upon | the earth.
 
RICHARD
           ,            ,           ,              ,   ,
      He lives | that loves | thee bet|ter than / he could.
 
LADY ANNE
        ,     2
      Name him.
 
RICHARD
                      ,    ,
                Plan|tage|net.
 
LADY ANNE
                                      ,         ,
150                           Why | that was | he.
 
RICHARD
      <-         T   T    T         ,        ,       ,       2->
        The || selfsame name,| but one | of bet|ter na||ture.
 
LADY ANNE
             ,
      Where is | he?
 
RICHARD
                       ,          ,           ,        ,
                     Here:| Why dost | thou spit | at me.
 
LADY ANNE
        ,              ,       ,              ,    ,
      Would it | were mor|tal poi|son, for / thy sake.
 
RICHARD
       ,            ,              ,   ,         ,
      Never | came poi|son from / so sweet | a place.
 
LADY ANNE
       ,        ,   ,              ,        ,
155   Never | hung poi/son on | a fou|ler toad.
       ,            ,            ,        ,           ,
      Out of | my sight,| thou dost | infect | mine^eyes.
 
RICHARD
              ,      ,    ,               ,        ,
      Thine eyes |(sweet la/dy) have | infec|ted mine.
 
LADY ANNE
        ,                ,      ,          ,            ,
      Would they | were bas|ilisks,| to strike | thee dead.
 
RICHARD
          ,            ,         ,          ,         ,
      I would | they were,| that I | might die | at once:
           ,           ,         ,       ,        ,
160   For now | they kill | me with | a li|ving death.
              ,         ,       ,      2          T    T    T
      Those^eyes | of thine,| from mine have | drawn salt tears;
         ,            ,              ,          ,         ,
      Shamed their | aspect | with store | of chil|dish drops:
              ,          ,       ,        ,         ,
      These eyes,| that ne|ver shed | remorse|ful tear,
       ,             ,        ,         ,        ,
      No, when | my fa|ther York | and Ed|ward wept,
           ,         ,   2     ,          ,         ,
165   To hear | the pi|teous moan | that Rut|land made
             ,            ,         ,           ,         ,
      When black-|faced^Clif|ford shook | his sword | at him;
       ,              ,        ,        ,        ,
      Nor when | thy war|like fa|ther like | a child,
        ,         ,   ,              ,          ,
      Told the | sad sto/ry of | my fa|ther's death,
            ,       ,             ,         ,          ,
      And twen|ty times | made* pause | to sob | and weep,
            ,          ,        ,        ,             ,
170   That all | the stan|ders-by | had wet | their cheeks
             ,          ,            ,               ,    ,
      Like trees | bedashed | with rain:| in that / sad time,
          ,       ,          ,        ,        ,
      My man|ly eyes | did scorn | a hum|ble tear:
            ,           ,         ,            ,         ,
      And what | these sor|rows could | not thence | exhale,
            ,       ,          ,           ,           ,        ->
      Thy beau|ty hath,| and made | them blind | with wee||ping.
      ,     2     ,          ,         ,    ,
175   I | never sued | to friend | nor e|nemy:
            ,            ,       ,              ,          ,
      My tongue | could ne|ver learn | sweet* smoo|thing word.
           ,          ,      ,        ,         ,
      But now | thy beau|ty is | proposed | my fee,
       .   T     T     T           ,            ,          ,
      My proud heart sues,| and prompts | my tongue | to speak.
        ,              ,           ,          ,         ,
      Teach not | thy lip | such scorn:| for it | was made
           ,        ,      ,          ,         ,
      For kis|sing la|dy, not | for such | contempt.
          ,        ,         ,         ,         ,
180   If thy | revenge|ful heart | cannot | forgive,
           ,        ,                  ,     ,        ,
      Lo here | I lend | thee this / sharp-poin|ted sword,
        ,                ,          ,                ,     ,
      Which if | thou please | to hide | in this / true breast,
           ,          ,      ,            ,        ,
      And let | the soul | forth that | ado|reth thee,
         ,        ,      ,         ,        ,
      I lay | it na|ked to | the dead|ly stroke,
           ,       ,          ,       ,         ,
185   And hum|bly beg | the death | upon | my knee.
       ,             ,        2   ,      ,         ,
      Nay do | not pause;| for I did | kill King^|Henry,
             ,          ,       ,         ,
      But 'twas | thy beau|ty that | provoked | me.
      <- ,      ,        ,            ,           ,             ,
        Nay || now dis|patch; 'twas | I that | stabbed young | Edward,
             ,           x        ,          ,        ,
      But 'twas | thy heaven|ly face | that set | me on.
            ,         ,        ,         ,        ,
190   Take^up | the sword | again,| or take | up me.
 
LADY ANNE
         ,        ,           ,         ,          ,
      Arise | dissem|bler, though | I wish | thy death,
          ,         ,        ,   ,     ,
      I will | not be | thy ex|ecu|tioner.
 
RICHARD
            ,         ,        ,        ,          x
      Then bid | me kill | myself,| and I | will do it.
 
LADY ANNE
          ,       ,
      I have | alrea|dy.
 
RICHARD
                          ,         ,         ,
195                     That | was in | thy rage:
        ,           ,        ,       ,          ,
      Speak it | again,| and e|ven with | the word,
             ,           ,          ,          ,          ,
      That hand,| which for | thy love,| did kill | thy love,
             ,          ,              ,   ,       ,
      Shall for | thy love,| kill a / far tru|er love;
           ,             ,            ,       2   ,     ,
      To both | their deaths | thou shalt | be acces|sary.
 
LADY ANNE
          ,         ,          ,
200   I would | I knew | thy heart.  (all these are trimeter)
 
RICHARD
            ,        ,         ,
      'Tis fig|ured in | my tongue.
 
LADY ANNE
          ,         ,          ,
      I fear | me both | are false.
 
RICHARD
            ,      ,          ,
      Then ne|ver man | was true.
 
LADY ANNE
             ,         ,          ,
      Well well,| put up | your sword.
 
RICHARD
            ,         ,          ,
205   Say then,| my peace | is made.
 
LADY ANNE
        ,       2        ,        ,
      That shall you | know here|after.
 
RICHARD
            ,         ,         ,
      But shall | I live | in hope.
 
LADY ANNE
           ,        ,          ,
      All men | I hope | live^so.
 
RICHARD
             ,         ,           ,
      Vouchsafe | to wear | this ring.  (vou-chsafe?)
 
LADY ANNE
           ,        ,         ,
210   To take | is not | to give.
 
RICHARD
        ,     2       ,      ,       ,         ,
      Look how my | ring en|compas|seth thy | finger,
        2   ,          ,        ,              ,    ,
      Even so | thy breast | enclo|seth my / poor heart:
              ,         ,          ,         ,          ,
      Wear* both | of them,| for both | of them | are thine.
           ,         ,       ,      ,        ,
      And if | thy poor | devo|ted ser|vant may
           ,     ,   ,                ,          ,
215   But beg | one fa/vour at | thy gra|cious hand,
             ,         ,         ,    3   3    ,     2
      Thou dost | confirm | his hap|piness for e|ver.
 
LADY ANNE
                                                             x
                                                      What is it?
 
RICHARD
            ,            ,            ,            ,        ,
      That it | would please | thee leave | these sad | designs,
          ,           ,      ,    ,       2         ,
      To him | that hath | more cause / to be a | mourner,
           ,       ,       ,         ,       ,
      And pre|sently | repair | to Cros|by House:
        ,     ,               ,      ,        ,
220   Where (af/ter I | have sol|emnly | interred
           ,        ,      x          ,       ,
      At Chert|sey mon|astery | this no|ble king,
           ,          ,           ,      ,         ,
      And wet | his grave | with my | repen|tant tears)
          ,          ,       ,   2    ,     ,          o ->
      I will | with all | expe|dient du|ty see || you,
       ,       T   T   T     ,         ,      ,       ->
      For di|vers unknown | reasons,|| I be|seech you,
        ,               ,    oo
225   Grant me | this boon.|
 
LADY ANNE
            ,         ,           ,         ,        ,
      With all | my heart;| and much | it joys | me too,
          ,         ,        ,        ,     ,
      To see | you are | become | so pen|itent.
        ,             ,         ,      ,          ,
      Tressel | and Berke|ley, go | along | with me.
 
RICHARD
       ,             ,
      Bid me | farewell.
 
LADY ANNE
                               ,          ,        ,
230                     'Tis more | than you | deserve:
            ,           ,         ,         ,       ,
      But since | you teach | me how | to flat|ter you,
        ,     3 3       ,          ,       ,      o
      Ima|gine I have said | farewell | alrea|dy.
 
[Exeunt LADY ANNE, TRESSEL, and BERKELEY]
 
GENTLEMEN
          ,       ,         ,       __
      Towards | Chertsey,| noble | lord?
 
RICHARD
      <- ,          T     Tx      T         ,        ,        o
        No: to || White-Friars; there | attend | my coi|ning.
 
[Exeunt all but GLOUCESTER]
          ,      ,      ,         ,       ,
235   Was e|ver wo|man in | this hu|mor wooed?
          ,      ,      ,         ,      ,
      Was e|ver wo|man in | this hu|mor won?
             ,          ,        ,          ,          ,
      I'll have | her, but | I will | not keep | her long.
        ,    2          ,          ,         ,         ,
      What? I that | killed her | husband,| and his | father,
           ,         ,          ,         ,         ,
      To take | her in | her heart's | extre|mest hate,
            ,       ,         ,       ,              ,
240   With cur|ses in | her mouth,| tears in | her eyes,
            ,        ,        ,        ,       ,
      The blee|ding wit|ness of | her ha|tred by,
       ,        ,          ,              2        ,        ,        2->
      Having | God, her | conscience,| and these bars | against || me
          ,         ,           ,         ,        ,
      And I,| no friends | to back | my suit | withal,
                  ,    ,      ,        ,          ,
      But the / plain de|vil and | dissem|bling looks,
           ,        ,          ,          ,         ,        ->
245   And yet | to win | her? All | the world | to no||thing.
       ,
      Ha!    \\
            ,        ,       ,              ,      ,
      Hath she | forgot | alrea|dy that / brave prince,
       ,             ,         ,          ,              ,
      Edward,| her lord,| whom I |(some three | months^since)
         ,             ,       ,         ,     2   o
      Stabbed in | my an|gry mood | at Tewks|bury?
          ,       ,       ,     2   ,      ,
      A swee|ter and | a love|lier gen|tleman,
         ,     2       ,     ,    ,       ,
250   Framed in the | prodi|gali|ty of | nature,
        ,     ,           ,      2        T      T     Tx
      Young, val/iant,| wise, and (no | doubt) right royal,
           ,          ,         ,       ,        ,
      The spa|cious world | cannot | again | afford:
            ,         ,        ,          ,        ,
      And will | she yet | debase | her eyes | on me,
              ,           ,        ,                 ,      ,
      That cropped | the gol|den prime | of this / sweet prince,
            ,         ,    3  3   ,       ,
255   And made | her wi|dow to a woe|ful bed?
      <-    ,           ,        ,        ,         ,    ,
        On me,|| whose all | not e|quals Ed|ward's mo|iety?
          ,          ,         ,       ,        ,
      On me,| that halt,| and am | missha|pen thus?
           ,   ,     2     ,      ,     ,
      My duke|dom, to a | beggar|ly de|nier!
         ,       ,         ,       ,           ,
      I do | mistake | my per|son all | this while:
        ,         ,          ,       2      ,       ,
260   Upon | my life | she finds |(although I | cannot)
          ,        ,      ,     2     ,       ,
      Myself | to be | a mar|vellous pro|per man.
            ,        ,       ,        ,        ,
      I'll be | at char|ges for | a look|ing-glass,
           ,      ,           ,         ,        ,        o ->
      And en|tertain | some score | or two | of tai||lors,
          ,       ,      3  3   ,        ,     ->
      To stu|dy fash|ions to adorn | my bo||dy:
        ,      2     ,         ,       ,        ,
265   Since | I am crept | in fa|vor with | myself,
        T    T   T                ,   ,        ,
      Will maintain | it with / some lit|tle cost.
            ,            ,         ,       ,         ,
      But first | I'll turn | yon fel|low in | his grave,
            ,        ,       ,        ,        ,
      And then | return | lamen|ting to | my love.
             ,           ,         ,           ,         ,
      Shine^out | fair* sun,| till I | have bought | a glass,
           ,        ,        ,       ,       ,
270   That I | may see | my sha|dow as | I pass.
 
[Exit]

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