History of Henry VI, Part II (1591)

Intro
Title Variant: The Second Part of Henry the Sixth; or The First Part of the Contention
by Christopher Marlowe, Thomas Nashe, and Anonymous, adapted by Shakespeare
Date variant: 1590-1
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Act II, Scene 4

A street.

Humphrey of Lancaster - Duke of 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?

Servants
Ten, my lord.

Humphrey of Lancaster - Duke of Gloucester
Ten is the hour that was appointed me
To watch the coming of my punish'd 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-stain'd eyes to see her miseries.
[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.

Humphrey of Lancaster - Duke of Gloucester
No, stir not, for your lives; let her pass by.

Eleanor
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!

Humphrey of Lancaster - Duke of Gloucester
Be patient, gentle Nell; forget this grief.

Eleanor
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,
Mail'd 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.

Humphrey of Lancaster - Duke of 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.

Herald
I summon your grace to his majesty's parliament,
Holden at Bury the first of this next month.

Humphrey of Lancaster - Duke of Gloucester
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.

Sheriff
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.

Humphrey of Lancaster - Duke of Gloucester
Must you, Sir John, protect my lady here?

Sir John Stanley
So am I given in charge, may't please your grace.

Humphrey of Lancaster - Duke of 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!

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

Humphrey of Lancaster - Duke of Gloucester
Witness my tears, I cannot stay to speak.

Eleanor
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 prithee, go, and take me hence;
I care not whither, for I beg no favour,
Only convey me where thou art commanded.

Sir John Stanley
Why, madam, that is to the Isle of Man;
There to be used according to your state.

Eleanor
That's bad enough, for I am but reproach:
And shall I then be used reproachfully?

Sir John Stanley
Like to a duchess, and Duke Humphrey's lady;
According to that state you shall be used.

Eleanor
Sheriff, farewell, and better than I fare,
Although thou hast been conduct of my shame.

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

Eleanor
Ay, ay, farewell; thy office is discharged.
Come, Stanley, shall we go?

Sir John Stanley
Madam, your penance done, throw off this sheet,
And go we to attire you for our journey.

Eleanor
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.

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