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Henry VI part two

Act II, Scene 4

A street.
 
[Enter GLOUCESTER and his Servingmen, in mourning cloaks]
 
GLOUCESTER
             ,    ,                ,         ,        ,
      Thus^some|times hath | the brigh|test day | a cloud;
           ,      ,       ,      ,         ,
      And af|ter sum|mer, e|vermore | succeeds
       ,        ,           2      ,        ,         ,
      Barren | winter,| with his wrath|ful nip|ping cold;
           ,           ,       ,         ,         ,
      So cares | and joys | abound,| as sea|sons fleet.
       T       T   .   T
      Sirs, what's o'clock?
 
SERVANTS
       T    T   T
      Ten, my lord.  (di with prev)
 
GLOUCESTER
       ,             ,          ,        ,       ,
      Ten is | the hour | that was | appoin|ted me,
           ,          ,       ,       ,          ,       ->
      To watch | the co|ming of | my pu|nished duch||ess:
       ,       ,       2    ,          ,        ,
      Un|eath^may | she endure | the flin|ty streets,
           ,            ,         ,       ,         ,
      To tread | them with | her ten|der-fee|ling feet.
        T     T    T       2     ,       ,       ,
      Sweet Nell, ill | can thy no|ble mind | abrook
           ,       ,        ,       ,         ,
      The ab|ject peo|ple, ga|zing on | thy face,
            ,           ,      ,        ,         ,
      With en|vious / looks, laugh|ing at | thy shame,
             ,         ,              ,    ,    2     ,
      That erst | did fol|low thy / proud cha|riot-wheels,
             ,            ,        ,          ,             ,
      When thou | didst ride | in tri|umph through | the streets.
            ,        ,           ,           ,         ,
      But soft,| I think | she comes,| and I'll | prepare
       .   T     T      T        ,         ,     ,
      My tear-stained eyes,| to see | her mi|series.
 
[Enter the DUCHESS in a white sheet, and a taper burning in her hand; with STANLEY, the Sheriff, and Officers]
 
SERVANT
So please your grace, we'll take her from the sheriff.
 
GLOUCESTER
No, stir not for your lives, let her pass by.
 
DUCHESS
        ,             ,        ,       ,       ,
      Come you,| my lord,| to see | my o|pen shame?
       ,               ,        ,          ,           ,
      Now thou | dost pe|nance too.| Look^how | they gaze,
       ,             ,      ,      ,         ,
      See how | the gid|dy mul|titude | do point,
           ,            ,           ,             ,         ,
      And nod | their heads,| and throw | their eyes | on thee.
            ,           ,           ,            ,        ,
      Ah Glouce|ster, hide | thee from | their hate|ful looks,
       ,            ,             ,   ,         ,
      And in | thy clo|set pent^/up, rue | my shame,
           ,          ,     ,           ,          ,
      And ban | thine^e|nemies,| both mine | and thine.
 
GLOUCESTER
          ,         ,        ,        ,           ,
      Be pa|tient, gen|tle Nell,| forget | this grief.
 
DUCHESS
            ,           ,      ,          ,        ,
      Ah Glouce|ster, teach | me to | forget | myself:
             ,         ,        ,        ,         ,
      For whilst | I think | I am | thy mar|ried wife,
            ,         ,         ,       ,          ,
      And thou | a prince,| protec|tor of | this land;
           ,          ,           ,        ,       ,
      Methinks | I should | not thus | be led | along,
         ,             ,           ,       ,        ,
      Mailed up | in shame,| with pa|pers on | my back,
           ,          ,       ,        ,        ,
      And fol|lowed with | a rab|ble that | rejoice
          ,         ,           ,         ,          ,
      To see | my tears | and hear | my deep-|fet groans.
            ,         ,           ,        ,        ,
      The ruth|less flint | doth cut | my ten|der feet,
            ,        ,          ,   2    ,        ,
      And when | I start,| the en|vious peo|ple laugh
           ,        ,      ,      ,        ,
      And bid | me be | advi|sed how | I tread.
           ,         ,        ,           ,         ,
      Ah Humph|rey, can | I bear | this shame|ful yoke?
        ,                 ,           ,      ,          ,
      Trowst thou | that ere | I'll look | upon | the world,
           ,           ,       ,       ,         ,
      Or count | them hap|py 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^Humph|rey's wife,
           ,        ,          ,      ,         ,
      And he | a prince,| and ru|ler of | the land:
           ,        ,           ,         ,         ,
      Yet so | he ruled,| and such | a prince | he was,
          ,          ,          ,      2     ,     ,
      As he | stood by | whilst I,| his forlorn | duchess,
            ,       ,        ,        ,         ,
      Was made | a won|der, and | a poin|ting-stock
          ,     ,      ,       ,     ,
      To ev|ery i|dle ras|cal fol|lower.
           ,          ,          ,      ,            ,
      But be | thou mild,| and blush | not at | my shame,
            ,        ,          ,         ,         ,
      Nor stir | at no|thing, till | the axe | of death
           ,       ,         ,         ,        ,
      Hang o|ver thee,| as sure | it short|ly will.
           ,         ,         ,        ,        ,
      For Suf|folk, he | that can | do all | in all
            ,          ,        ,          ,         ,
      With her,| that ha|teth thee | and hates | us all,
            ,         ,   2     ,                 ,      ,
      And York,| and im|pious Beau|fort, that / false priest,
            ,      ,     ,              ,          ,
      Have all | limed bush/es to | betray | thy wings,
           ,          ,           ,              ,        ,
      And fly | thou how | thou canst,| they'll tan|gle thee:
            ,          ,       ,          ,          ,
      But fear | not thou,| until | thy foot | be snared,
           ,       ,        ,        ,         ,
      Nor ne|ver seek | preven|tion of | thy foes.
 
GLOUCESTER
           ,         ,          ,       ,      ,
      Ah Nell,| forbear:| thou ai|mest all | awry.
          ,        ,        ,       ,       ,       ->
      I must | offend | before | I be | attain||ted;
       ,       2    ,       ,         ,      ,
      And | had I twen|ty times | so ma|ny foes,
            ,         ,          ,       ,             x
      And each | of them | had twen|ty times | their power,
            ,            ,         ,       ,       ,
      All these | could not | procure | me a|ny scathe,
           ,       ,       ,        ,          ,        ->
      So long | as I | am loy|al, true,| and crime||less.
         ,          2    ,        ,           ,         ,
      Wouldst | have me res|cue thee | from this | reproach?
           ,          ,        ,          ,       ,
      Why yet | thy scan|dal were | not wiped | away,
          ,       ,       ,           ,         ,
      But I | in dan|ger for | the breach | of law.
            ,         ,        ,       ,        ,
      Thy grea|test help | is qui|et, gen|tle Nell:
          ,           ,          ,         ,         o
      I pray | thee sort | thy heart | to pa|tience;
             ,      ,    ,                  ,        ,
      These few | days' won/der will | be quick|ly worn.
 
[Enter a Herald]
 
HERALD
         ,     2       ,       2     ,      ,     ,   2
      I sum|mon your grace | to his ma|jesty's | parliament,
       ,    2      ,           ,                 ,    ,
      Holden at | Bury,| the first | of this / next month.
 
GLOUCESTER
           ,        ,           ,          ,       ,
      And my | consent | nere asked | herein | before?
        T   .   T    T          ,        ,         ,
      This is close dea|ling. Well,| I will | be there.
           ,        ,         ,          ,       ,       ->
      My Nell,| I take | my leave:| and mas|ter she||riff,
       ,       2     ,   ,        ,          ,         ,
      Let | not her pe|nance ex|ceed the | king's com|mission.
 
[Exit Herald]
 
SHERIFF
         2      ,            ,       ,           ,         ,
      And it please | your grace,| here my | commis|sion stays,
           ,      ,    ,               ,       ,
      And Sir | John Stan/ley is | appoin|ted now
           ,          ,         ,         ,        ,
      To take | her with | him to | the Isle | of Man.
 
GLOUCESTER
        ,              ,         ,        ,      ,
      Must you,| Sir John,| protect | my la|dy here?
 
STANLEY
       ,   2     ,            ,        2      ,            ,
      So am I | given | in charge,| may it please | your grace.
 
GLOUCESTER
          ,          ,          ,          ,        ,
      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 kind|ness, if
           ,       ,         ,         ,          ,
      You do | it her.| and so | Sir John,| farewell.
 
DUCHESS
        T     T   .   T         ,        ,          ,
      What, gone my lord,| and bid | me not | farewell?
 
GLOUCESTER
       ,             ,        ,        ,         ,
      Witness | my tears,| I can|not stay | to speak.
 
[Exeunt GLOUCESTER and Servingmen]
 
DUCHESS
            ,          ,         ,        ,          ,
      Art thou | gone^too?| All com|fort 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 | eter|nity.
        ,          ,        ,         ,         ,
      Stanley,| I pri|thee go,| and take | me hence,
          ,         ,         ,       ,        ,      ->
      I care | not whi|ther, for | I beg | no fa||vor;
       ,   2    ,         ,           ,        ,      ->
      On|ly convey | me where | thou art | comman||ded.
 
STANLEY
       ,     ,        ,         2      ,        ,
      Why,| madam,| that is | to the Isle | of Man,
        ,             ,       ,        ,          ,
      There to | be used | accor|ding to | your state.
 
DUCHESS
              ,       ,         ,       ,         ,
      That's bad | enough,| for I | am but | reproach:
            ,         ,         ,         ,       ,
      And shall | I then | be used | reproach|fully?
 
STANLEY
        ,    2      ,             ,      ,          ,
      Like to a | duchess,| and Duke | Humphrey's| lady;
         ,              ,    ,           ,          ,
      Accor|ding to / that state | you shall | be used.
 
DUCHESS
       ,              ,         ,        ,        ,
      Sheriff | farewell,| and bet|ter than | I fare,
           ,            ,          ,        ,        ,
      Although | thou hast | been con|duct^of | my shame.
 
SHERIFF
       ,   2      ,            ,      ,       ,
      It is my | office;| and ma|dam par|don me.
 
DUCHESS
           ,          ,         ,       ,         ,
      Aye^aye,| farewell;| thy of|fice is | discharged.
       __      ,         ,        __   oo
      Come | Stanley,| shall we | go?|
 
STANLEY
       ,            ,         ,           ,           ,
      Madam,| your pen|ance done,| throw off | this sheet,
           ,    ,   2     ,         ,          ,
      And go | we to at|tire you | for our | journey.
 
DUCHESS
           ,           ,         ,        ,         ,
      My shame | will not | be shif|ted with | my sheet:
       ,              ,      ,         ,        ,
      No, it | will hang | upon | my rich|est robes
            ,        ,        ,        ,       ,
      And show | itself,| attire | me how | I can.
       T    T   .   T        ,        ,          x
      Go, lead the way;| I long | to see | my prison.
 
[Exeunt]

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