And God in justice hath reveal'd to us
The truth and innocence of this poor fellow,
Which he had thought to have murther'd wrongfully. 108
Come, fellow, follow us for thy reward.
Scene Four
[The Same. A Street]
Enter Duke Humphrey and his Men, in mourning cloaks.
Glo. 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. 4
Sirs, what's o'clock?
Serv.Ten, my lord.
Glo. Ten is the hour that was appointed me
To watch the coming of my punish'd duchess:
Uneath may she endure the flinty streets, 8
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 still laughing at thy shame, 12
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. 16
Enter the Duchess in a white sheet, and a taper burning in her hand, with the Sheriff, [Sir John Stanley,] and Officers.
108 Which: whom
4 fleet: pass
8 Uneath: hardly
10 abrook: endure
11 abject: vile
