Anne. Ill rest betide the chamber where thou liest!
Glou. So will it, madam, till I lie with you.
Anne. I hope so.
[♦] Glou. I know so. But, gentle Lady Anne,
[115] To leave this keen encounter of our wits,
[♦] And fall somewhat into a slower method,
[♦] Is not the causer of the timeless deaths
Of these Plantagenets, Henry and Edward,
[♦] As blameful as the executioner?
[120] Anne. Thou art the cause, and most accursed effect.