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Could I come near your beauty with my nails, against me. O Lord, have mercy upon me! I shall
K. Men. Away with them to prison, and the day
Come, Somerset, we'll see thee sent away. (Exeunt.
(Exit DUCHESS. Enter MARGERY JOURDAIN, HUME, SOUTHWELL, and Buck. Lord Cardinal, I will follow Eleanor,
Boling. Master Hume, we are therefore pro-
exorcisms ?8 Glo. Now, lords, my choler being over-blown,
Hume. Ay: What else? fear you not her courage. With walking once about the quadrangle,
Boling. I have heard her reported to be a woman I come to talk of commonwealth affairs.
of an invincible spirit: But it shall be convenient, As for your spiteful false objections,
master Hume, that you be by her aloft, while we bo Prove them, and I lie open to the law:
busy below; and so, I pray you, go, in God's name, But God in mercy so deal with my soul,
and leave us. (Exit HUME.) M ther Jourdain, be As I in duty love my king and country!
you prostrate, and groves on the earth :John
Enter DUCHESS, above.
Duch. Well said, my masters; and welcome all.
To this gear;' the sooner the better. That York is most unmeet of any man.
Boling. Patience, good lady; wizards know their York. I'll tell thee, Sutlolk, why I am unmeet
times: First, for I cannot flatter thee in pride:
Deep night, dark night, the silent of the night, Next, it I be appointed for the place,
The time of night when Troy was set on tire; My lord of Somerset will keep me here,
The time when screech-owls cry, and ban-dogs Without discharge, money, or furniture,
howl, Till France be won into the dauphin's hands.
And spirits walk, and ghosts break up their graves, Last time, I danced attendance on his will,
That time best fits the work we have in hand. Till Paris was besieg'd, famish'd, and lost.
Madam, sit you, and fear not; whom we raise, War. That I can witness, and a touler tact
We will make fast within a hallow'd verge. Did never traitor in the land commit.
(Here they perform the ceremonies appertaining, Suf. Peace, head-strony Warwick!
and make the circle; BOLINGBROKE, or SOUTHWur. Image of pride, why should I hold my
WELL, reads Conjuro te, &c. It thunders and peace?
lightens, terribly; then the Spirit riseth.] Enter Servants of SUFFOLK, bringing in HORNER Spir. Adsum. und PETER.
M. Jourd. Asmath, Suf. Because here is a man accus'd of treason:
By the eternal God, whose name and power Pray God the duke of York excuse himself!
Thou tremblest at, answer that I shall ask; York. Doth any one accuse York for a traitor ?
For, till thou speak, thou shalt not pass from hence.
Spir. Ask what thou wilt:- That I had said and
done! Suf. Please it your majesty, this is the man
Boling. First, of the King. What shall of him Thai doth accuse his master of high treason:
(Reading out of a paper. His words were these;—that Richard, duke of York, Bui' him outlive, and die a violent death.
Spir. The duke yet lives that Henry shall depose;
[As the Spirit speaks, SOUTHWELL writes the
Boling. What fate awaits the duke of Suffolk ? nor thought any such matter: God is my witness,
Spir. By water shall he die, and take his end. I am falsely accused by the villain.
Boling. What shall befall the duke of Somerset? Pet. By these ten bones, my lords, (Holding up
Spir. Let him shun castles; his hands,] he did speak them to me in the garret
Sater shall he be upon the sandy plains, one night, as we were scouring my lord of York's Than where castles mounted stand. armor.
Have done! for more I hardly can endure. York. Base dunghill villain, and mechanical,
Boling. Descend to darkness, and the burning I'll have thy head for this thy traitor's speech :
lake: I do beseech your royal majesty,
False fiend, avoid ! Let him have all the rigor of the law.
[Thunder and lightning. Spirit descends. Hor. Alas, my lord, hang me, if ever I spake the
Enter York and BUCKINGHAM, hastily, with their words. My accuser is my prentice: and when I
Guards, and others. did correct him for his fault the other day, he did vow upon his knees he would be even with me: I York. Lay hands upon these traitors, and their have gooi witness of this; therefore, I beseech your
trash. majesty, do not cast away an honest man for a Beldame, I think, we watch'd you at an inch.villain's inccusation.
What, madam, are you there? the king and comk. Hlen. Uncle, what shall we say to this in law?
monweal Gilo. This doom, my lord, if I may judge :
Are deeply indebted for this piece of pains : Let Somerset be regent o'er the French,
My lord protector will, I doubt it not, Because in York this breeds suspicion :
See you well guerdon'd? for these good deserts. And let these have a day appointed them
Duch. Not hall so bad as thine to England's king, For single combat in convenient place;
Injurious duke, that threat'st where is no cause. For he hath witness of his servant's malice:
Buck. True, madam, none at all. What call This is the law, and this duke Humphrey's doom.
(Showing her the papers. k. Hen. Then be it so. My lord of Somerset,
Away with them; let thein be clapp'd up close,
Som. I humbly thank your royal majesty. Stafford, take her to thee.-
Exit Duchess from above.
, Ry exorcise, Shakspeare invariably meins to raiso
> Matter or business. * The marks of her fingers and thumbs.
We'll see your trinkets here all forth-coming; Than where castles mounted stand.
Come, come, my lords;
And hardly understood. York. Lord Buckingham, methinks, you watch'd The king is now in progress towards Saint Alban's, her well:
With him, the husband of this lovely lady: A pretty plot, well chosen to build upon !
Thither go these news, as fast as horse can carry Now pray, my lord, let's see the devil's writ.
them; What have we here?
[Reads. A sorry breakfast for my lord protector. The duke yet lives, that Henry shall depose :
Buch. Your grace shall give me leave, my kird But him outlire, and die a violent death.
of York, Why, this is just,
To be the post, in hope of his reward. Aio te, Eacida, Romanos vincere posse.
York. At your pleasure, my good lord.-Who's Well, to the rest:
within there, ho! Tell me, whut fate awaits the duke of Suffolk ? By wuter shall he die, and take his end.
Enter a Servant. What shall betire the duke of Somerset?
Invite my lords of Salisbury, and Warwick, Let him shun castles;
To sup with me to-morrow night.-Away. Sufer shull he be upon the sandy plains,
SCENE I.-Saint Alban's.
Glo. True, uncle.
Car. Are you advis’d ?-the east side of the grove? Enter KING HENRY, QUEEN MARGARET, GLOS- Glo. Cardinal, I am with you.
Aside. TER, CARDINAL, and ŠUFFOLK, with Falconers, hollaing.
K. Hen. Why, how now, uncle Gloster?
Glo. Talking of hawking; nothing else, my lord. Q. Mar. Believe me, lords, for flying at the brook,3 Now, by God's mother, priest, I'll shave your I saw not better sport these seven years' day:
crown for this, Yet, by your leave, the wind was very high;
Or all my fence; shall fail.
[ Asile. And, ten to one, old Joan had not gone out.
Car. Medice, teipsum; K. Tlen. But what a point, my lord, your falcon Protector, see to't well, protect yourself. [ Aside. made,
K. Hen. The winds grow high; so do your stoAnd what a pitch she new above the rest!
machs, lords. To see how God in all his creatures works!
How irksome is this music to my heart ! Yea, man and birds, are faint of climbing high.
When such strings jar, what hope of harmony? Suf. No marvel, an it like your majesty,
I pray, my lords, lei me compound this strite. My lord protector's hawks do tower so well; Enter an Inhabitant of Saint Alban's, crying, They know their master loves to be aloft,
A Miracle ! And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch.
Glo. What means this noisc? Glo. My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind
Fellow, what miracle dost thou proclaim? That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.
Inhab. A miracle! a miracie! Car. I thought as much; he'd be above the
Suf. Come to the king, and tell him what miracle. clouds.
Inhab. Forsooth, a blind man at Saint Alban's Glo. Ay, my lord cardinal; how think you by
Within this half hour, hath receiv'd his sight; Were it not good, your grace could fly to heaven?
A man, that ne'er saw in his le before.
K. Hen. Now, God be prais'd! that to believing
Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair
Enter the Mayor of Saint Alban's, and his BrethThat smooth'st it so with king and commonweal!
ren; and SIMPCOX, borne belucen tuo Persons in a Glo. What, cardinal, is your priesthood grown
Chair; his Wife,und a great multitude following. peremptory?
Car. Here come the townsmen on procession, Tantane animis corlestibus iræ ?
To present your highness with the man. Churchimen so hot? good uncle, hide such malice; Klien. Great is his comfort in this carthly vale, With such holiness can you do it?
Although by his sight his sin be multiplied. Suf. No malice, sir; no more than well becomes Glo. Stand by, my masiers, bring him near the So good a quarrel, and so bad a peer.
kinys Glo. As who, iny lord ?
His highness' pleasure is to talk with him. Suf:
Why, as you, my lord; K. Hen. Good fellow, tell us here thecircumstance, An't like your lordly lord-protectorship.
That we for thee may glorify the Lord. Glo. Why, Suitulk, England knows thine inso- What, hast thou been long blind, and now restor'd? lence.
Simp. Born blind, an't please your grace. Q. Mar. And thy ambition, Gloster.
Wife. Ay, indeed was hic.
I pr'ythee, peace, Suf. What woman is this?
Gló. Hadst thou been his mother, thou couldst Car. Let me be blessed for the peace I make,
have better told. Against this proud protector with my sword ! K. Hen. Where wert thou born ? Glo. 'Faith, holy uncle, 'would 'twere come to Simp. At Berwick in the north,an't like your grace. that!
[ Aside to the Cardinal. K. Hen. Poor soul! God's goodness hath been Car. Marry, when thou dar'st.
great to thee: Gl. Make up no factious numbers for the matter, Let never day nor night unhallow'd pass, In thine own person answer thy abuse. Aside | But still remember what the Lord hath done. Car. Ay, where thou dar'st not pcep: an it thou Q. Mar. Tell me, good fellow, cam'st thou here dar'st,
by chance, This evening on the east side of the grove. [ Aside. Or of devotion, to this holy shrine ? K. Hen. How now, my lords?
Simp. God knows, of pure devotion; being call'd Car.
Believe me, cousin Gloster, A hundred times, and oti'ner, in my sleep Had not your man put up the fowl so suddenly, By good Saint Alban; who said.--Simpcor, come; We had had more sport-Come with thy iwo. Come, offer at my shrine, and I will help ther. hand sword.
(Aside to GLOSTER. Wije. Most truc, torsooth; and many time and oft : The falconer's term for hawking at water-fowl.
Myself have heard a voice to call him so. Fund.
• Fence is the art of defence.
Car. What, art thou lame?
K. Hen. What tidings with our cousin BuckingSuf. How cam'st thou so?
ham? Simp. A fall off a tree.
Buck. Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold. Wife. A plum-tree, master. Glo, How long hast thou been blind? Under the countenance and confederacy
A sorts of naughty persons lewdly? bent,-
Of lady Eleanor, the protector's wife,
The ring-leader and head of all this rout,Simp. But that in all iny lite, when I was a youth. Have practis'd dangerously against your state, Wije. Too true; and bought his climbing very Dealing with witches; and with conjurers : dear.
Whom we have apprehended in the fact; Glo. 'Mass, thou lov’dst plums well, that wouldst
Raising up wicked spirits from under ground, venture so.
Demanding of king flenry's lite and death, Simp. Alas, good master, my wife desir'd some
And other of your highness' privy council, damsons,
As more at large your grace shall understand. And made me climb, with danger of my life.
Car. And so, my lord protector, by this means Glo. A subtle knave! but yet it shall not serve. Your lady is forthcoming yet at London. Let me see thine eyes :-wink now ;--now open This news, I think, hathtun'd your weapon's edge; them;
'Tis like, my lord, you will noi keep your hour. In my opinion yet thou secst not well.
[Aside to GLOSTER. Simp. Yes, master, clear as day; I thank God,
Glo. Ambitious churchman, leave to aillict my and Saint Alban.
heart! Glo. Say'st thou meso? Whatcoloristhis cloakof? Sorrow and grief have vanquish'd all my powers: Simp. Red, master; red as blood. Glo. Why, that's well said: What color is my Or to the meanest groom.
And, vanquish'd as I am, I yield to thee, gown of?
K. Hen. O God, what mischiefs work the wicked Simp. Black, forsooth; coal-black, as jet. Kiten. Why then, thou know'st what color jet Heaping confusion on their own heads thereby! is ot?
Q. Mar. Gloster, see here the tainture of thy nest; Suf. And yet, I think, jet did he never see. And, look, thyself be faultless, thou wert best. Glo. But cloaks and gowns, before this day, a many. Glo. Madam, for myself, to heaven I do appeal, Wife. Never, before this day, in all his life.
How I have lov'd my king, and commonweal, Gló. Tell me, sirrah, what's my name?
And, for my wife, I know not how it stands; Simp. Alas, master, I know not.
Sorry I am to hear what I have heard : Glo. What's his name?
Noble she is; but if she have forgot Simp. I know not.
Honor, and virtue, and convers'd with such Glo. Nor his?
As, like to pitch, detile nobility, Şimp. No, indeed, master.
I banish her my bed and company Glo. What's thine own name?
And give her, as a prey, to law, and shame, Simp. Saunder Simpcox, an if it please you, That hath dishonored Gloster's honest name. master.
K. Hen. Well, for this night, we will repose us here: Glo. Then, Saunder, sit thou there, the lyingest To-morrow, toward London, back again, knave
To look into this business thoroughly, In Christendom. If thou hadst been born blind,
And call these foul offenders to their answers; Thou mightst as well have knownour names, as thus And poises the cause in justice' equal scales, To name the several colors we do wear.
Whose beam stands sure, whose rightful cause Sight may distinguish of colors; but suddenly
Enter YORK, SALISBURY, and WARWICK. Glo. My masters of saint Alban's, have you not York. Now, my good lords of Salisbury and beadles in your town, and things called whips?
Warwick, May. Yes, my lord, if it please your grace.
Our simple supper ended, give me leave, Gl. Then send for one presently.
In this close walk, to satisfy mysell, May. Sirrah, go fetch the beadle hither straight. In craving your opinion of my title,
[Erit an Attendant. Which is intallible to England's crown. Glo. Now fetch me a stool hither by-and-by. [A
Sal. My lord, I long to hear it at full. stool brought out.] Now, sirrah, if you mean to War. Sweet York, begin: and ifthy claim be good, save yourself from whipping, leap me over this The Nevils are thy subjects to command stool and run away.
York. Then thus:Simp. Alas, master, I am not able to stand alone: Edward the Third, my lords, had seven sons: You go about to torture me in vain.
The first, Edward the Black Prince, prince of Wales;
The second, William of Hatfield; and the third, Re-enter Attendant, with the Beadle. Lionel, duke of Clarence; next to whom,
Was John of Gaunt, the duke of Lancaster: Glo. Well, sir, we must have you find your legs. The fifth was Edmund Langley, duke of York; Sirrah Beadle, whip him till he leap over that The sixth was Thomas of Woodstock, duke of same stool.
Gloster; Bead. I will, my lord.-Come on, sirrah ; off with William of Windsor was the seventh and last. your doublet quickly.
Edward, the Black Prince, died before his father; Simp. Alas, master, what shall I do? I am not And lett behind him Richard, his only son, abl, to stand.
Who,atter Edward the Third's death,reign'das king; [ After the Beadle hath hit him once, he leaps Till Henry Bolingbroke, duke of Lancaster,
over the stool, and runs away; and the Peo- The eldest son and heir of John of Gaunt,
Crown'd by the name of Henry the Fourth, K. Hen. o Goi, seest thou this, and bear'st so Seiz'd on the realm; depos'd the rightful king; long?
Sent his poor queen to France, from whence she Q. Mar. It made me laugh to see the villain
And him to Pomfret; where, as all you know, Gilo. Follow the knave; and take this drab away. Harmless Richard was murder'd traitorously: Wife. Alas, sir, we did it for pure need.
War. Father, the duke hath told the truth; Glo. Let them be whipped through every market Thus got the house of Lancaster th town, till they come to Berwick, whence they came. York. Which now they hold by force, and not į Ereunt Mayor, Beadle, Wife, &c.
by right; Car. Duke Humphrey has done a miracle to-day. For Richard, the first son's heir, being dead, Suf. True; made the lame to leap, and fly away. The issue of the next son should have reign'd.
Glo. But you have done more miracles than 1; Sal. But William of Hatfield died without an heir. You made, in a day, my lord, whole towns to fly.
& A company.
York. The third son, duke of Clarence, (from Will bring thy head with sorrow to the ground !-
I beseeclı your majesty, give me leave to go;
Sul. This Edmund, in the reign of Bolingbroke, Protector be; and God shall be my hope,
Than when thou wert protector to thy king.
Q. Mar. I see no reason why a king of years
Should be to be protected like a child.-
God and king Henry govern England's helm:
As willingly do I the same resign,
Farewell, good king: When I am dead and gone,
May honorable peace attend thy throne! Erit War. What plain proceedings are more plain Q. Mar. Why, now is Henry king, and Marga. than this?
This stail of honor raught: There let it stand,
Where it best tits to be, in Henry's hand.
sprays; That shall salụte our rightful sovereign
Thus Eleanor's pride dies in her youngest days. With honor of his birthright to the crown.
York. Lords, let him go.-Please it your majesty Both. Long live our sovereign Richard, Eng- This is the day appointed for the combat; land's king!
And ready are the appellant and defendant, York. We thank you, lords. But I am not your The armorer and his inan, to enter the lists, king
So please your highness to behold the fight.
Leit I the court, to see this quarrel tried.
K. Hen. O' God's name, see the lists and all But with advice and silent secrecy.
things fit; Do you, as I do, in these dangerous days,
Here let them end it, and God defend the right! Wink at the duke of Suffolk's insolence,
York. I never saw a fellow worse bested,3
The servant of this armorer, my lords.
Enter, on one side, Horser, and his Neighbors, 'Tis that they seek: and they, in seeking that,
drinking to him so much that he is drunk; and Shall find their deaths, if York can prophesy.
he enters bearing his stat with a sand-bag fasSal. My lord, break we ofi; we know your mind
tened to it; a drum before him : at the other side, at full.
PETER, with a drum tind a similar stoi ; accomWar. My heart assures me, that the earl oi'
panied by Prentices drinking to him. Warwick
1 Neigh. Here, neighbor Horner, I drink to you Shall one day make the duke of York a king. in a cup of sack; And tear not, neighbor, you York. And Nevil, this I do assure myself,
do well enough.
neighbor: drink, and fear not your man.
llor. Let it come, i'làith, and I'll pledge you all;
And a tig for Peter!
1 Pren. Here, Peter, I drink to thee; and be
not afraid. BURY; the DUCHESS OF GLOSTER, MARGERY JOUR
2 Pren. Be merry, Peter, and fear not thy masDAIN, SOUTHWELL, HUME, and BOLINGBROKE, under
ter; fight for credit of the prentices. guard.
Peter. I thank you all : drink and pray for me, K. Hen. Stand forth, dame Eleanor Cobham, I pray you; for, I think, I have taken my last Gloster's wite:
draught in this world.--Here, Robin, an if I die, I In sight of God and us, your guilt is great;
give thee my apron; and, Will, thou shalt have my Receive the sentence of the law for sins
hammer:-and here, Tom, take all the money Such as by God's book are adjudg'd to death.- that I have. O Lord, bless me; I pray God! for You four, from hence to prison back again; I am never able to deal with my master, he hath
[ TO JOURDAIN, &C. learnt so much fence already. From thence unto the place of execution:
Sal. Come, leave your drinking, and fall to
Sal. Peter! what more?
Peter. Thump. Shail, atter three days' open penance done,
Sal.Thump! then see thou thump thy master wel Live in your country here, in banishment,
Hor. Masters, I am come hither, as it were, upon With Sir John Stanley, in the Isle of Man.
my man's instigation, to prove him a knave, and Duch. Welcome is banishment, welcome were myself an honest man: and touching the duke of my death.
Yörk,—will take my death, I never meant him any Glo. Eleanor, the law, thou seest, hath judged thee; ill, nor the king, nor the queen: And, therefore, I cannot justily whom the law condemns. Peter, have at thee with a downright blow, as Bevis (Exeunt the Duchess, and the other Prison- of Southampton fell upon Asca part. ers, guarded.
York. Despatch:--this knave s tongue begins to Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief;
double. Ah, Humphrey, this dishonor in thine age
? Reached. » Sequestered spot.
s In a worse plight.
• A sort of sweet wine.
Sound trumpets, alarum to the combatants. To every idle rascal follower.
[Alarum. They fight, and PETER strikes But be thou mild, and blush not at my shame; down his Master.
Nor stir at nothing, till the axe of death Hor. Hold, Peter, hold! I confess, I confess Hang over thee, as, sure, it shortly will. treason.
(Dies. For Suifolk,-he that can do all in all York. Take away his weapon:-Fellow, ihank With her, that hateth thee, and hates us all,God, and the good wine in thy master's way. And York, and impious Beaufort, that false priest,
Peter. () God! have I overcome mine enemies have all limed bushes to betray thy wings, in this presence? O Peter, thou hast prevailed in And, tly thou how thou canst, they'll tangle thee: right!
But fear not thou, until thy foot be snard, k. Hen. Go, take hence that traitor from our sight; Nor ever seek prevention of thy foes. For, by his death, we do perceive his guilt:
Glo. Ah, Nell, forbear; thou ainest all awry; And God, in justice, hath reveal'd to us
I must otlend, before I be attainted: The truth and innocence of this poor fellow And had I twenty times so many foes, Which he had thought to have murder'd wrong. And each of them had twenty times their power, fully,-
All these could not procure me any scathe, Come, fellow, follow us for thy reward. (Exeunt. So long as I am loyal, true, and crimeless.
Wouldst have me rescue thee from this reproach? SCENE IV.-A Street.
Why, yet thy scandal were not wiped away, Enter Gloster and Servants, in mourning cloaks. Thy greatest help is quiet, gentle Nell:
But I in danger for the breach of law. Glo. Thus, sometimes, hath the brightest day a I pray thee, sort thy heart to patience! cloud;
These few days' wonder will be quickly worn. And, after summer, ever more succeeds
Enter a Herald. Barren winter, with his wrathtui nipping cold: So cares and joys abound as seasons ileet. Her. I summon your grace to his majesty's Sirs, what's o'clock?
parliament, holden'at Bury the first of this next Serv. Ten, my lord.
month. Glo. Ten is the hour that was appointed me,
Glo. And my consent ne'er ask'd herein before! To watch the coming of my punish'd duchess:
This is close dealing.–Well, I will be there. Uneathi may she endure the finty streets,
(Exit Herald. To tread them with her tender-feeling feet.
My Nell, I take my leave:-and, master sheriff, Sweet Nell, ill can thy noble mind abrook
Let not her penance exceed the king's commission. The abject people, gazing on thy face,
Sher. An't please your grace, here my comWith envious looks, still laughing at thy shame;
mission stays: That erst did follow thy proud chariot wheels,
And sir John Stanley is appointed now, When thou didst ride in triumph through the streets. To take her with him to the Isle of Man. But, soit! I think, she comes; and I'll prepare Glo. Must you, sir John, protect my lady here? My tear-stain'd eyes to see her miseries.
Stan. So am I given in charge, may't please your
grace. Enter the DCCHESS OF GLOSTER, in a white sheet,
Glo. Entreat her not the worse, in that I pray with papers pinn'd upon her back, her feet bare, You nse her well: the world may laugh again; and a la per burning in her hand; SIR JOHN
And I may live to do you kindness, if' STANLEY, a Sheritl, und Officers.
You do it her. And so, sir John, farewell.
Duch. What, gone, my lord; and bid me not Serv. So please your grace, we'll take her from
farewell? the sheritl.
Glo. Witness my tears, I cannot stay to speak. Glo. No, stir lot, for your lives; let her pass by.
[ Exeunt GLOSTER and Servants. Duch. Come you, my lord, to see my open shame? Duch. Art thou gone too? All comfort go with Now thou dost penance too. Look, how they gaze!
thee! See, how the giddy multitude do point,
For none abides with me: my joy is death; And nod their heads, and throw their eyes on thee! Death, at whose name I ost have been atear'd, Ah, Gloster, hide thee from their hateful looks; Because I wish'd this world's eternity.And, in thy closet pent up, rue my shame, Stanley, I pr’ythee, go, and take me hence; And ban thine eneinies, both mine and thine. I care not whither, for I beg no favor,
Glo. Be patient, gentle Nell; forget this grief. Only convey me where ihou art commanded.
Duch. Ah, Gloster, teach me to forget myself: Sian. Why, madai, that is to the Isle of Man; For, whilst I think I am thy married wite,
There to be used according to your state. And thou a prince, protector of this land,
Duch. That's bad enough, for I am but reproach: Methinks, I should not thus be led along,
And shall I then be used reproachfully? Mail'd up in shame, with papers on my back; Stan. Like to a duchess, and duke Humphrey's And follow'd with a rabble, that rejoice
lady, To see my tears, and hear my deep-let groans. According to that state you shall be used. The ruthless tint doth cut my tender feet:
Duch. Sherill, farewell, and better than I fare; And, when I start, the envious people laugh, Although thou hast been conduct of my shame! And bid me be advised how I tread.
Sher. It is my office, madam, pardon ine. Ah, Humphrey, can I bear this shameful yoke? Duch. Ay, ay, farewell, thy oflice is discharged. Trow'st thou that e'er I'll look upon the world; Come, Stanley, shall we go? nr count them happy, that enjoy the sun ?
Stan. Madam, your penance done, throw off this No; dark shall be my liglit, and night my day;
sheet, To think upon my pomp, shall be my hell. And go we to attire you for our journey. Sometime i'll say, I am duke Humphrey's wife; Duch. My shame will not be shirted with my And he a prince, and ruler of the land:
sheet: Yet so he rul'd, and such a prince he was,
No, it will hang upon my richest robes, As he stood by, whilst I, his forlorn duchess, And show itself, attire me how I can. Was inade a wonder, and a pointing-stock, Go, lead the way; I long to see my prison. (Exeunt.
SCENE I.-The Abbey at Bury.
MARGARET, CARDINAL BEAUFORT, SUFFOLK, YORK,
'Tis not his wont to be the hindmost man,
• Curse. * Deep-fetched. • Wonder.
• Not easily.