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I pray thee, sort thy heart to patience;
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 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 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 afear'd, Because I wish'd this world's eternity Stanley, I 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 used according to your state.
Duch. That's bad enough, for I am but reproach: And shall I then be us’d reproachfully?
Stan. Like to a duchess, and duke Humphrey'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 me.
Duch. Ay, ay, farewell; 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.
Duch. My shame will not be shifted with my sheet: 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. [Exeunt. ACT III.
SCENE I.—The Abbey at Bury.
Enter to the Parliament, King HENRY, Queen MARGA
RET, Cardinal BEAUFORT, SUFFOLK, York, BuckINGHAM, and Others.
K. Hen. I muse, my lord of Gloster is not come: 'Tis not his wont to be the hindmost man, 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 proud, 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 submission: But meet him now, and, be it in the morn, When every one will give the time of day, He knits his brow, and shows an angry eye, And passeth 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 Humphrey is no little man in England.
First, note, that he is near you in descent;
Suf. Well hath your highness seen into this duke;
Smooth runs the water, where the brook is deep;
Car. Did he not, contrary to form of law,
York. And did he not, in his protectorship, Levy great sums of money through the realm, For soldiers' pay in France, and never sent it? 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 Humphrey,
K. Hen. My lords, at once: The care you have of us,