Lady, you know no rules of charity

Richard
Lady, you know no rules of charity,
Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses.
Anne
Villain, thou know’st nor law of God nor man.
No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity.
Richard
But I know none, and therefore am no beast.

Villain, thou know’st nor law of God nor man.
No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity.

Anne
O, wonderful, when devils tell the truth!
Richard
More wonderful, when angels are so angry.
Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman,
Of these supposèd crimes to give me leave
By circumstance but to acquit myself.
Anne
Vouchsafe, defused infection of a man,
Of these known evils but to give me leave
By circumstance to curse thy cursèd self.
Richard
Fairer than tongue can name thee, let me have
Some patient leisure to excuse myself.
Anne
Fouler than heart can think thee, thou canst make
No excuse current but to hang thyself.
Richard
By such despair I should accuse myself.
Anne
And by despairing shalt thou stand excused
For doing worthy vengeance on thyself
That didst unworthy slaughter upon others.
Richard
Say that I slew them not.
Anne
Then say they were not slain.
But dead they are, and, devilish slave, by thee.
Richard
I did not kill your husband.
Anne
Why then, he is alive.
Richard
Nay, he is dead, and slain by Edward’s hands.
Anne
In thy foul throat thou liest. Queen Margaret saw
Thy murd’rous falchion smoking in his blood,
The which thou once didst bend against her breast,
But that thy brothers beat aside the point.
Richard
I was provokèd by her sland’rous tongue,
That laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders.
Anne
Thou wast provokèd by thy bloody mind,
That never dream’st on aught but butcheries.