[♦] As thou dost swallow up this good king’s blood,
[♦] Which his hell-govern’d arm hath butchered!
[♦] Glou. Lady, you know no rules of charity,
[♦] Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses.
[70] Anne. Villain, thou know’st no law of God nor man:
No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity.
Glou. But I know none, and therefore am no beast.
[♦] Anne. O wonderful, when devils tell the truth!
Glou. More wonderful, when angels are so angry.
[75] Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman,