lady anne from richard III

what

what do you tremble? are you all afraid?

alas

alas i blame you not, for you are mortal, and mortal eyes cannot endure the devil.

avaunt

avaunt, thou dreadful minister of hell!

thou

thou hadst but power over his mortal body. his soul thou canst not have; therefore begone.

foul

foul devil, for god’s sake, hence, and trouble us not.

for thou

for thou hadst made the happy earth thy hell.

fill’d

fill’d it with cursing cries and deep exclaims.

if thou

if thou delight to view thy heinous deeds, behold this pattern of thy butcheries!

o gentlemen

o gentlemen, see, see dead henry’s wounds open their congealed mouths and bleed afresh.

blush

blush, blush thou lump of foul deformity, for tis thy presence that exhales this blood.

from

from cold and empty veins where no blood dwells:

thy deed

thy deed, inhuman and unnatural provokes this deluge most unnatural.

o god!

o god! which this blood mad’st revenge his death; o earth! which this blood drink’st revenge his death;

either

either heav’n with lightning stike the murderer dead, or earth gape open wide and eat him quick.

as thou

as thou dost swallow up this good kings blood

which

which his hell-govern’d arm hath butchered.