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.
Exeunt LADY ANNE, TRESSEL, and BERKELEY GLOUCESTER
Sirs, take up the corse. GENTLEMEN
Towards Chertsey, noble lord? GLOUCESTER
No, to White-Friars; there attend my coining.
Exeunt all but GLOUCESTER
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, To take her in her heart's extremest hate, With
curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by; Having God, her conscience,
and these bars against me, And I nothing to back my suit at all, But the plain devil and dissembling looks, And
yet to win her, all the world to nothing! Ha! Hath she forgot already that brave prince, Edward, her lord,
whom I, some three months since, Stabb'd in my angry mood at Tewksbury? A sweeter and a lovelier
gentleman, Framed in the prodigality of nature, Young, valiant, wise, and, no doubt, right royal, The spacious
world cannot again afford And will she yet debase her eyes on me, That cropp'd the golden prime of this
sweet prince, And made her widow to a woful bed? On me, whose all not equals Edward's moiety? On
me, that halt and am unshapen thus? My dukedom to a beggarly denier, I do mistake my person all this
while: Upon my life, she finds, although I cannot, Myself to be a marvellous proper man. I'll be at charges
for a looking-glass, And entertain some score or two of tailors, To study fashions to adorn my body: Since
I am crept in favour with myself, Will maintain it with some little cost. But first I'll turn yon fellow in his
grave; And then return lamenting to my love. Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass, That I may see
my shadow as I pass.
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