I'll have her; but I will not keep her long.
What! I, that kill'd her husband, and his father, 232
To take her in her heart's extremest hate;
With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes,
The bleeding witness of my hatred by;
Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, 236
And I no friends to back my suit withal
But the plain devil and dissembling looks,
And yet to win her, all the world to nothing!
Ha! 240
Hath she forgot already that brave prince,
Edward, her lord, whom I, some three months since,
Stabb'd in my angry mood at Tewkesbury?
A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman, 244
Fram'd in the prodigality of nature,
Young, valiant, wise, and, no doubt, right royal,
The spacious world cannot again afford:
And will she yet abase her eyes on me, 248
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? 252
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. 256
I'll be at charges for a looking-glass,
And entertain a score or two of tailors,
To study fashions to adorn my body:
242 three months; cf. n.
245 prodigality of nature: nature's most prodigal mood
253 denier: a small copper coin
256 proper: handsome
257 be . . . for: buy
258 entertain: take into service
