Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it.

ANNE.
I have already.

GLOSTER.
That was in thy rage:
Speak it again, and even with the word,
This hand, which for thy love did kill thy love;
Shall, for thy love, kill a far truer love;
To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary.

ANNE.
I would I knew thy heart.

GLOSTER.
'Tis figured in my tongue.

ANNE.
I fear me both are false.

GLOSTER.
Then never was man true.

ANNE.
Well, well, put up your sword.

GLOSTER.
Say, then, my peace is made.