in this presence? O Peter! thou hast prevailed in

right.'

K. Hen. Go, take hence that traitor from our

sight;

For, by his death, we do perceive his guilt.

And God in justice hath revealed to us

The truth and innocence of this poor fellow

Which he had thought to have murdered wrongfully.

Come, fellow; follow us for thy reward. [Exeunt.

Enter GLOSTER and Servants, 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 punished duchess : Uneath may she endure the flinty streets,

1 Peter. O God, I give thee praise.

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, laughing at thy shame,

That erst did follow thy proud chariot wheels,

When thou didst ride in triumph through the

streets.

But soft! I think, she comes; and I'll

My tear-stained eyes to see her miseries.

prepare

Enter the Duchess of GLOSTER, in a white sheet with papers pinned upon her back, her feet bare, and a taper burning in her hand; Sir JOHN STANLEY, a Sheriff, and Officers.

Serv. So please your grace, we'll take her from the sheriff.

Glo. No, stir not, for your lives: let her pass

by.

Duch. Come you, my lord, to see my open

shame ?

Now thou dost penance too. Look, how they gaze :
See, how the giddy multitude do point,

And nod their heads, and throw their eyes on thee.
Ah, Gloster, hide thee from their hateful looks,
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. Ah, Gloster, teach me to forget myself;
For, whilst I think I am thy married wife,
And thou a prince, Protector of this land,
Methinks, I should not thus be led along,
Mailed up in shame, with papers on my back,
And followed 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 ruled, 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 priest,
Have all limed bushes to betray thy wings;

And, fly thou how thou canst, they'll tangle thee.
But fear not thou, until thy foot be snared,
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 reproach?
Why, yet thy scandal were not wiped 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 month.

Glo. And my consent ne'er asked herein before? 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 commission. Sher. An't please your grace, here my commission 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 here? 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

farewell?

Glo. Witness my tears, I cannot stay to speak. [Exeunt GLOSTER and Servants. 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 afeared,
Because I wished this world's eternity.—

Stanley, I pr'ythee, 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 Man;