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Act II. Scene IV.

Scene IV.—The Same. A Street.

Enter GLOUCESTER and Serving-men, in
mourning cloaks.

Glo. Thus sometimes hath the brightest day
a cloud;
And after summer evermore succeeds
Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold:
So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.
Sirs, what's o'clock?
Serv. Ten, my lord.
Glo. Ten is the hour that was appointed me
To watch the coming of my punish'd duchess:
Uneath may she endure the flinty streets,
To tread them with her tender-feeling feet.
Sweet Nell, ill can thy noble mind abrook
The abject people, gazing on thy face
With envious looks still laughing at thy shame,
That erst did follow thy proud chariot wheels
When thou didst ride in triumph through the
But, soft! I think she comes; and I'll prepare
My tear-stain'd eyes to see her miseries.

with papers pinned upon her back, in a white
sheet, her feet bare, and a taper burning in her
hand; SIR JOHN STANLEY, a Sheriff, and
Serv. So please your Grace, we'll take her
from the sheriff.
Glo. No, stir not, for your lives; let her pass
Duch. Come you, my lord, to see my open
Now thou dost penance too. Look! how they
See! how the giddy multitude do point,
And nod their heads, and throw their eyes on
Ah, Gloucester, hide thee from their hateful
And, in thy closet pent up, rue my shame,
And ban thine enemies, both mine and thine!
Glo. Be patient, gentle Nell; forget this grief.
Duch. Ay, Gloucester, teach me to forget my-
For whilst I think I am thy wedded wife,
And thou a prince, protector of this land,
Methinks I should not thus be led along,
Mail'd up in shame, with papers on my back,
And follow'd with a rabble that rejoice
To see my tears and hear my deep-fet groans.
The ruthless flint doth cut my tender feet,
And when I start, the envious people laugh,
And bid me be advised how I tread.
Ah, Humphrey! can I bear this shameful yoke?
Trow'st thou that e'er I'll look upon the world,
Or count them happy that enjoy the sun?
No; dark shall be my light, and night my day;
To think upon my pomp shall be my hell.
Sometime I'll say, I am Duke Humphrey's wife;
And he a prince and ruler of the land:
yet so he rul'd and such a prince he was
As he stood by whilst I, his forlorn duchess,
Was made a wonder and a pointing-stock
To every idle rascal follower.
But be thou mild and blush not at my shame;
Nor stir at nothing till the axe of death
Hang over thee, as, sure, it shortly will;
For Suffolk, he that can do all in all
With her that hateth thee, and hates us all,
And York, and impious Beaufort, that false
Have all lim'd bushes to betray thy wings;
And, fly thou how thou canst, they'll tangle
But fear not thou, until thy foot be snar'd,
Nor never seek prevention of thy foes.
Glo. Ah, Nell! forbear: thou aimest all awry;
I must offend before I be attainted;
And had I twenty times so many foes,
And each of them had twenty times their power,
All these could not procure me any scath,
So long as I am loyal, true, and crimeless.
Wouldst have me rescue thee from this re-
Why, yet thy scandal were not wip'd away,
But I in danger for the breach of law.
Thy greatest help is quiet, gentle Nell:
I pray thee, sort thy heart to patience;
These few days' wonder will be quickly worn.

Enter a Herald.
Her. I summon your Grace to his majesty's
parliament, holden at Bury the first of this next
Glo. And my consent ne'er ask'd herein
This is close dealing. Well, I will be there.
[Exit Herald.
My Nell, I take my leave: and, master sheriff,
Let not her penance exceed the king's com-
Sher. An't please your Grace, here my com-
mission stays;
And Sir John Stanley is appointed now
To take her with him to the Isle of Man.
Glo. Must you. Sir John, protect my lady
Stan. So am I given in charge, may't please
your Grace.
Glo. Entreat her not the worse in that I pray
You use her well. The world may laugh again;
And I may live to do you kindness if
You do it her: and so. Sir John, farewell.
Duch. What! gone, my lord, and bid me not
Glo. Witness my tears, I cannot stay to speak.
[Exeunt GLOUCESTER and Serving-men.
Duch. Art thou gone too? All comfort go
with thee!
For none abides with me: my joy is death;
Death, at whose name I oft have been afear'd,
Because I wish'd this world's eternity.
Stanley, I prithee, go, and take me hence;
I care not whither, for I beg no favour,
Only convey me where thou art commanded.
Stan. Why, madam, that is to the Isle of
There to be us'd according to your state.
Duch. That's bad enough, for I am but re-
And shall I then be us'd reproachfully?
Stan. Like to a duchess, and Duke Hum-
phrey's lady:
According to that state you shall be used.
Duch. Sheriff, farewell, and better than I fare,
Although thou hast been conduct of my shame.
Sher. It is my office; and, madam, pardon
Duch. Ay, ay, farewell; thy office is dis-
Come, Stanley, shall we go?
Stan. Madam, your penance done, throw off
this sheet,
And go we to attire you for our journey.
Duch. My shame will not be shifted with my
No; it will hang upon my richest robes,
And show itself, attire me how I can.
Go, lead the way; I long to see my prison.
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