¶You
should not blemi
sh them if I
stood by:
315As all the world is cheered by the
sonne,
¶So I by that, it is my day, my life.
¶La. Blacke night ouer
shade thy day, and death thy life.
¶Glo. Cur
se not thy
selfe faire creature, thou art both.
320La. I would I were to be reuenged on thee.
¶Glo. It is a quarrell mo
st vnnaturall,
¶To be reuengd on him that loueth you.
¶La. It is a quarrell iu
st and rea
sonable,
¶To be reuengd on him that
slew my husband.
325Glo. He that bereft thee Lady of thy husband,
¶Did it to helpe thee to a better husband.
¶La. His better doth not breath vpon the earth.
¶Glo. Go to, he liues that loues you better then he could.
¶La. Name him.
Glo. Plantagenet.
¶Glo. The
selfe
same name but one of better nature
.
¶La. Where is he.
Shee spitteth at him.
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335Why doe
st thou
spitte at me.
¶La. Would it were mortall poi
son for thy
sake.
¶Glo. Neuer came poi
son from
so
sweete a place.
¶La. Neuer hung poi
son on a fouler toade,
¶Out of my
sight thou doe
st infect my eies.
340Glo. Thine eies
sweete Lady haue infected mine.
¶La. Would they were ba
sili
skes to
strike thee dead
.
¶Glo. I would they were that I might die at once,
¶For now they kill me with a liuing death:
¶Tho
se eies of thine from mine haue drawen
salt teares,
345Shamd their a
spect with
store of childi
sh drops:
¶I neuer
sued to friend nor enemy,
¶My tongue could neuer learne
sweete
soothing words:
360But now thy beauty is propo
sde my fee:
¶My proud heart
sues and prompts my tongue to
speake,
¶Teach not thy lips
such
scorne, for they were made
¶For ki
ssing Lady not for
such contempt.
365If thy reuengefull heart cannot forgiue,
¶Lo here I lend thee this
sharpe pointed
sword:
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