revenge his death! O earth, which this blood drink'st revenge his death! Either heaven with lightning strike the murderer dead, Or earth, gape open wide and eat him quick, As thou dost swallow up this good king's blood Which his hell-govern'd arm hath butchered! Lady, you know no rules of charity, Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses. Villain, thou know'st no law of God nor man: No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no beast. O wonderful, when devils tell the truth! More wonderful, when angels are so angry. Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman, Of these supposed-evils, to give me leave, By circumstance, but to acquit myself. Vouchsafe, defused infection of a man, For these known evils, but to give me leave, By circumstance, to curse thy cursed self. Fairer than tongue can name thee, let me have Some patient leisure to excuse myself. Fouler than heart can think thee, thou canst make No excuse current, but to hang thyself. By such despair, I should accuse myself. And, by despairing, shouldst thou stand excused; For doing worthy vengeance on thyself, Which didst unworthy slaughter upon others. Say that I slew them not? Why, then they are not dead: But dead they are, and devilish slave, by thee. I did not kill your husband. Why, then he is alive. Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's hand. In thy foul throat thou liest: Queen Margaret saw Thy murderous falchion smoking in his blood; The which thou once didst bend against her breast, But that thy brothers beat aside the point. I was provoked by her slanderous tongue, which laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders. Thou wast provoked by thy bloody mind. Which never dreamt on aught but butcheries: Didst thou not kill this king? I grant ye. Dost grant me, hedgehog? then, God grant me too Thou mayst be damned for that wicked deed! O, he was gentle, mild, and virtuous! The fitter 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 fitter for that place than earth. And thou unfit for any place but hell. Yes, one place else, if you will hear me name it. Some dungeon. Your bed-chamber. I'll 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,