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To think upon my pomp shall be my hell.
Glou. Ah, Nell, forbear; thou aimest all awry. .
Enter a Herald. Her. I summon your Grace to his Majesty's Parliament holden at Bury, the first of this next month.
Glou. And my consent ne'er ask'd herein before ? This is close dealing. Well, I will be there ;
[Exit Herald. My Nell, I take my leave: and, master Sheriff,
Let 8 These
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.
Glou. Must you, Sir John, protect my Lady here?
Elean. What gone, my Lord, and bid me not farewel?
[Exit Gloucester. Elean. 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 afraid, Because I wilh'd this world's eternity. Stanley, 1 prythee 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, There to be us'd according to your state.
Elean. That's bad enough, for I am but reproach: And shall I then be us'd reproachfully? · Stan. No; like a Dutchess, and Duke Humphry's Lady, According to that state you fhall be us’d.
Elean. Sheriff, fare well, and better than I fare, Although thou haft been conduct of my shame.
Sber. It is my office, Madam, pardon me.
Elean. Ay, ay, farewel ; thy office is discharg'd. Come, Stanley, shall we go?
Stan. Madam, your penance done, throw off this sheet, And
go we to attire you for our journey. Elean. My shame will not be shifted with my sheet : No, it will hang upon my richest robes, And Thew itself, attire me how I can. Go, lead the way, I long to see my prison. (Exeunt.
A CT III.
Ś C E N E I.
St. EDMUND's Bury.
Enter King Henry, Queen Margaret, Cardinal, Suffolk,
York, Buckingham, Salisbury and Warwick, to the Parliament.
Muse my Lord of Glo'fter is not come: Whate'er occasion keeps him from us now. Q. Mar. Can you not see? or will you not observe The strangeness of his alter'd .countenance ? With what a majesty he bears himself, How insolent of late he is become, How peremptory and unlike himself! We know the time since he was mild and affable, And if we did but glance a far-off look, Immediately he was upon his knee, That all the Court admir'd him for fubmiffion. But meet him now, and be it in the morn When ev'ry one will give the time of day, He knits his brow and shews an angry eye, And pafseth by with stiff unbowed knee, Disdaining duty that to us belongs. Small curs are not regarded when they grin, But great men tremble when the Lion roars, And Humphry is no little man in England. First note, that he is near you in defcent, And should you fall, he is the next will mount. Me seemeth then, it is no policy, (Respecting what a ranc'rous mind he bears, And his advantage following your decease)
That he should come about your Royal person,
Suf. Well hath your Highness seen into this Duke.
Car. Did he not, contrary to form of law,
York. And did he not in his Protectorship, Levy great sums of mony through the Realm For foldiers pay in France, and never sent it?
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By means whereof the towns each day revolted.
Buck. Tut, these are petty faults to faults unknown, Which time will bring to light in smooth Duke Humphry.
K. Henry. My Lords, at once; the care you have of us,