Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Elianor. Elianor.
Elianor. Ah Gloster, teach me to forget my selfe:
Elianor. For whilest I thinke I am thy married Wife,
Elianor. And thou a Prince, Protector of this Land;
Elianor. Me thinkes I should not thus be led along,
Elianor. Mayl'd vp in shame, with Papers on my back,
Elianor. And follow'd with a Rabble, that reioyce
Elianor. To see my teares, and heare my deepe‑set groanes.
Elianor. The ruthlesse flint doth cut my tender feet,
Elianor. And when I start, the enuious people laugh,
Elianor. And bid me be aduised how I treade.
Elianor. Ah Humfrey, can I beare this shamefull yoake?
Elianor. Trowest thou, that ere Ile looke vpon the World,
Elianor. Or count them happy, that enioyes the Sunne?
Elianor. No: Darke shall be my Light, and Night my Day.
Elianor. To thinke vpon my Pompe, shall be my Hell.
Elianor. Sometime Ile say, I am Duke Humfreyes Wife,
Elianor. And he a Prince, and Ruler of the Land:
Elianor. Yet so he rul'd, and such a Prince he was,
Elianor. As he stood by, whilest I, his forlorne Duchesse,