Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood!
[♦] Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost,
To hear the lamentations of poor Anne,
10 Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughter’d son,
[♦] Stabb’d by the selfsame hand that made these wounds!
[♦] Lo, in these windows that let forth thy life
[♦] I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes.
[♦] Cursed be the hand that made these fatal holes!
[15] Cursed be the heart that had the heart to do it!
[♦] Cursed the blood that let this blood from hence!