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More miserable by the death of him
Than I am made by my young lord, and thee.
Come now towards Chertsey with your holy load,
Taken from Paul’s to be interred there; [30]
And still, as you are weary of the weight,
Rest you, while I lament King Henry’s corse.
Enter Richard.
RICHARD
Stay, you that bear the corse, and set it down.
ANNE
What black magician conjures up this fiend
To stop devoted charitable deeds? [35]
RICHARD
Villains! set down the corse or by Saint Paul
I’ll make a corse of him that disobeys!
HALBERDIER
My lord, stand back and let the coffin pass.
RICHARD
Unmanner’d dog, stand thou when I command!
Advance thy halberd higher than my breast, [40]
Or by Saint Paul I’ll strike thee to my foot,
And spurn upon thee, beggar, for thy boldness.
ANNE
What, do you tremble? Are you all afraid?
Alas, I blame you not, for you are mortal,
And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil. [45]
Avaunt, thou dreadful minister of hell!
Thou hadst but power over his mortal body:
His soul thou canst not have; therefore begone.
RICHARD
Sweet saint, for charity be not so curst.
