Rich. Lady, you know no Rules of Charity,

      Which renders good for bad, Blessings for Curses

         An. Villaine, thou know'st nor law of God nor Man,

      No Beast so fierce, but knowes some touch of pitty

      Rich. But I know none, and therefore am no Beast

         An. O wonderfull, when diuels tell the truth!

        Rich. More wonderfull, when Angels are so angry:

      Vouchsafe (diuine perfection of a Woman)

      Of these supposed Crimes, to giue me leaue

      By circumstance, but to acquit my selfe

         An. Vouchsafe (defus'd infection of man)

      Of these knowne euils, but to giue me leaue

      By circumstance, to curse thy cursed Selfe

         Rich. Fairer then tongue can name thee, let me haue

      Some patient leysure to excuse my selfe

         An. Fouler then heart can thinke thee,

      Thou can'st make no excuse currant,

      But to hang thy selfe

      Rich. By such dispaire, I should accuse my selfe

         An. And by dispairing shalt thou stand excused,

      For doing worthy Vengeance on thy selfe,

      That did'st vnworthy slaughter vpon others

      Rich. Say that I slew them not

         An. Then say they were not slaine:

      But dead they are, and diuellish slaue by thee

      Rich. I did not kill your Husband

      An. Why then he is aliue

      Rich. Nay, he is dead, and slaine by Edwards hands

         An. 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

         Rich. I was prouoked by her sland'rous tongue,

      That laid their guilt, vpon my guiltlesse Shoulders

         An. Thou was't prouoked by thy bloody minde,

      That neuer dream'st on ought but Butcheries:

      Did'st thou not kill this King?

        Rich. I graunt ye

         An. 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

      Rich. The better for the King of heauen that hath him

      An. He is in heauen, where thou shalt neuer come

         Rich. Let him thanke me, that holpe to send him thither:

      For he was fitter for that place then earth

      An. And thou vnfit for any place, but hell

      Rich. Yes one place else, if you will heare me name it

      An. Some dungeon

      Rich. Your Bed-chamber

      An. Ill rest betide the chamber where thou lyest

      Rich. So will it Madam, till I lye with you

      An. I hope so

         Rich. 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

      An. Thou was't the cause, and most accurst effect

         Rich. 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

         An. If I thought that, I tell thee Homicide,

      These Nailes should rent that beauty from my Cheekes

         Rich. These eyes could not endure y 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

      An. Blacke night ore-shade thy day, & death thy life

         Rich. Curse not thy selfe faire Creature,

      Thou art both

      An. I would I were, to be reueng'd on thee

         Rich. It is a quarrell most vnnaturall,

      To be reueng'd on him that loueth thee

         An. It is a quarrell iust and reasonable,

      To be reueng'd on him that kill'd my Husband

         Rich. He that bereft the Lady of thy Husband,

      Did it to helpe thee to a better Husband

      An. His better doth not breath vpon the earth

      Rich. He liues, that loues thee better then he could

      An. Name him

      Rich. Plantagenet

      An. Why that was he

      Rich. The selfesame name, but one of better Nature

         An. Where is he?

        Rich. Heere:

      Spits at him.

      Why dost thou spit at me

      An. Would it were mortall