Lady Anne Monologue lyrics

Lady Anne: What, do you tremble? Are you all afraid?

Alas, I blame you not; for you are mortal,

And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil.

Avaunt, thou dreadful minister of hell!

Thou hadst but power over his mortal body:

His soul thou canst not have; therefore begone.

Foul devil, for God’s sake, hence, and trouble us not;

For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell,

Fill’d it with cursing cries and deep exclaims.

If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds,

Behold this pattern of thy butcheries.

O gentlemen! See, see dead Henry’s wounds

Open their congeal’d mouths and bleed afresh.

Blush, Blush, thou lump of foul deformity,

For ’tis thy presence that exhales this blood

From cold and empty veins where no blood dwells:

Thy deed, inhuman and unnatural

Provokes this deluge most unnatural.

O God! Which this blood mad’st, revenge his death;

O earth! Which this blood drink’st, revenge his death;

Either heav’n with lightning strike the murderer dead,

Or earth gape open wide and eat him quick,

As thou dost swallow up this good King’s blood

Which his hell-govern’d arm hath butchered.

• Artist:William Shakespeare
• Album:Richard III (Act 1 Scene 2)