Rich. These eyes could not endure y beauties wrack,
You should not blemish it, if I stood by;
As all the world is cheared by the Sunne,
So I by that: It is my day, my life

An. Blacke night ore-shade thy day, & death thy life

Rich. Curse not thy selfe faire Creature,
Thou art both

An. I would I were, to be reueng'd on thee

Rich. It is a quarrell most vnnaturall,
To be reueng'd on him that loueth thee

An. It is a quarrell iust and reasonable,
To be reueng'd on him that kill'd my Husband

Rich. He that bereft the Lady of thy Husband,
Did it to helpe thee to a better Husband

An. His better doth not breath vpon the earth

Rich. He liues, that loues thee better then he could

An. Name him

Rich. Plantagenet

An. Why that was he