Reading The Tragedy of Richard the Third — William Shakespeare

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Anne.

No: why? When he that is my Husband now,

Came to me, as I follow'd Henries Corse,

When scarce the blood was well washt from his hands,

Which issued from my other Angell Husband,

And that deare Saint, which then I weeping follow'd:

O, when I say I look'd on Richards Face,

This was my Wish: Be thou (quoth I) accurst,

For making me, so young, so old a Widow:

And when thou wed'st, let sorrow haunt thy Bed;

And be thy Wife, if any be so mad,

More miserable, by the Life of thee,

Then thou hast made me, by my deare Lords death.

Loe, ere I can repeat this Curse againe,

Within so small a time, my Womans heart

Grossely grew captiue to his honey words,

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