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ANNE

Vouchsafe, diffus’d infection of a man,
Of these known evils, but to give me leave,
By circumstance, t’accuse thy cursed self. [80]

RICHARD

Fairer than tongue can name thee, let me have
Some patient leisure to excuse myself.

ANNE

Fouler than heart can think thee, thou canst make
No excuse current but to hang thyself.

RICHARD

By such despair I should accuse myself. [85]

ANNE

And by despairing shalt thou stand excus’d
For doing worthy vengeance on thyself
That didst unworthy slaughter upon others.

RICHARD

Say that I slew them not?

ANNE

Then say they were not slain: [90]
But dead they are, and, devilish slave, by thee.

RICHARD

I did not kill your husband.

ANNE

Why then he is alive.

RICHARD

Nay, he is dead, and slain by Edward’s hand.

ANNE

In thy foul throat thou liest: Queen Margaret saw [95]