Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Glost. My teare‑stayn'd eyes, to see her Miseries.
Glost. Enter the Duchesse in a white Sheet, and a Taper
Glost. burning in her hand, with the Sherife
Glost. and Officers.
Seru. Seru.
Seru. So please your Grace, wee'le take her from the
Seru. Sherife.
Gloster. Gloster.
Gloster. No, stirre not for your liues, let her passe
Gloster. by.
Elianor. Elianor.
Elianor. Come you, my Lord, to see my open shame?
Elianor. Now thou do'st Penance too. Looke how they gaze,
Elianor. See how the giddy multitude doe point,
Elianor. And nodde their heads, and throw their eyes on thee.
Elianor. Ah Gloster, hide thee from their hatefull lookes,
Elianor. And in thy Closet pent vp, rue my shame,
Elianor. And banne thine Enemies, both mine and thine.
Glost. Glost.
Glost. Be patient, gentle Nell, forget this griefe.