Gloucester

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?

Servant

Ten, my lord.

Gloucester

Ten is the hour that was appointed me

To watch the coming of my punished duchess:

Uneath may she endure the flinty streets,

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 prepare

My tear-stained eyes to see her miseries. Enter the DUCHESS OF GLOUCESTER in a white sheet, and a taper burning in her hand; with SIR JOHN 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 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, Gloucester, hide thee from their hateful looks,

And, in thy closet pent up, rue my shame,

And ban thine enemies, both mine and thine!

Gloucester

Be patient, gentle Nell; forget this grief.

Duchess

Ah, Gloucester, 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 enjoys 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.

Gloucester

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 scathe,

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.

Herald

I summon your grace to his majesty's parliament,

Holden at Bury the first of this next month.

Gloucester

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.

Gloucester

Must you, Sir John, protect my lady here?

John Stanley

So am I given in charge, may't 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 kindness if

You do it her: and so, Sir John, farewell!

Duchess

What, gone, my lord, and bid me not farewell!

Gloucester

Witness my tears, I cannot stay to speak. Exeunt Gloucester and Servingmen.

Duchess

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 afeard,

Because I wished this world's eternity.

Stanley, I prithee, go, and take me hence;

I care not whither, for I beg no favour,

Only convey me where thou art commanded.

John Stanley

Why, madam, that is to the Isle of Man;

There to be used according to your state.

Duchess

That's bad enough, for I am but reproach:

And shall I then be used reproachfully?

John Stanley

Like to a duchess, and Duke Humphrey's lady;

According to that state you shall be used.

Duchess

Sheriff, farewell, and better than I fare,

Although thou hast been conduct of my shame.

Sher.

It is my office; and, madam, pardon me.

Duchess

Ay, ay, farewell; thy office is discharged.

Come, Stanley, shall we go?

John Stanley

Madam, your penance done, throw off this sheet,

And go we to attire you for our journey.

Duchess

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.