Page 1120 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

What, I that kill’d her husband and his father: [235]
To take her in her heart’s extremest hate,
With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes,
The bleeding witness of her hatred by,
Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me -
And I, no friends to back my suit at all [240]
But the plain devil and dissembling looks -
And yet to win her, all the world to nothing!
Ha!
Hath she forgot already that brave prince,
Edward, her lord, whom I, some three months since, [245]
Stabb’d in my angry mood at Tewkesbury?
A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman,
Fram’d in the prodigality of Nature,
Young, valiant, wise, and no doubt right royal,
The spacious world cannot again afford. [250]
And will she yet debase her eyes on me,
That cropp’d the golden prime of this sweet prince,
And made her widow to a woeful bed?
On me, whose all not equals Edward’s moiety?
On me, that halts and am misshapen thus? [255]
My dukedom to a beggarly denier,
I do mistake my person all this while!
Upon my life, she finds - although I cannot -
Myself to be a marvellous proper man.
I’ll be at charges for a looking-glass, [260]
And entertain a score or two of tailors
To study fashions to adorn my body:
Since I am crept in favour with myself,
I will maintain it with some little cost.
But first I’ll turn yon fellow in his grave, [265]
And then return, lamenting, to my love.
Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass,
That I may see my shadow as I pass.

Exit.

Scene III IT

Enter Queen [Elizabeth], Lord Rivers, Lord Grey [and the Marquess of
Dorset].