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Thy murd’rous falchion smoking in his blood,
The which thou once didst bend against her breast,
But that thy brothers beat aside the point.

RICHARD

I was provoked by her sland’rous tongue,
That laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders. [100]

ANNE

Thou wast provoked by thy bloody mind,
That never dream’st on aught but butcheries.
Didst thou not kill this King?

RICHARD

I grant ye, yea.

ANNE

Dost grant me, hedgehog! Then God grant me too
Thou mayst be damned for that wicked deed. [105]
O he was gentle, mild, and virtuous.

RICHARD

The better for the King of Heaven that hath him.

ANNE

He is Heaven, where thou shalt never come.

RICHARD

Let him thank me that holp to send him thither,
For he was fitter for that place than earth. [110]

ANNE

And thou unfit for any place but hell.

RICHARD

Yes, one place else, if you will hear me name it.

ANNE

Some dungeon?