_La. Alb._ You suffer? You? _Mar._ You have a husband, madam. _La. Alb._ I have. Let me remember him. Ha, ha! You suffer, icicle? What do you know of pain But as the lookers on about a pit See one at bottom dying? As curious eyes Regard the writhing heretic at stake? Or say, as angels flying heavenward turn To give one grudged tear unto the damned? That is your pain, you pure, proud Margaret! ... O, madness, seize me! _Mar._ By my fears you have No need to pray for 't. _La. Alb._ Conscience, where dost sleep? Let me tread by nor rouse thee. _Mar._ Eleanor? _La. Alb._ Whence are those floods of fire? O, Hubert, save me! _Mar._ Dear Eleanor, be calm. I did not think You loved your brother so. _La. Alb._ What's that you say? Ah, yes, 'tis Margaret. Go to him now. Ask of this maid--then blazon all--all--all! _Mar._ Come with me, Eleanor. _La. Alb._ Drive home the knife Now threats his heart! _Mar._ Come with me, come! _La. Alb._ 'Tis fit His wife should do it! _Mar._ Come, dear Eleanor. [_Exeunt, right._ _Henry_, _Winchester_, _Albemarle_, _Pembroke_, _enter rear_] _Win._ We're glad you are convinced, my lord. _Hen._ Glad, sir? Glad that one half my heart is mottled, foul, Diseased, and must be cut away, though I Die with the cleaving? Ay, I am convinced. _Win._ And give consent that Kent be made to answer The charge of Adelais? _Hen._ Be 't as you please. _Pem._ 'Twere best to haste in this, ere all the shires Misled in love by Kent, hear of his danger. _Win._ I have the warrant here. It lacks your seal, My liege. _Hen._ [_Quickly sealing it_] Now it does not. Here splits my heart, And half falls with thee, Hubert. [_Winchester comforts him. Albemarle and Pembroke talk apart_] _Pem._ In fewest words, What purpose you? _Alb._ To ride at once to north, And through my agents stir up a rebellion Against the king, whom we must make appear Kent's sole remover, for he now 's become The idol of the witless multitude, With whose hot sanction we may move 'gainst Henry And roll his head as fast as Kent's to hell. _Pem._ But you must see the trial. _Alb._ So I aim. But if I'm blocked therein, I look to you To keep me stationed in my feudal rights, And what you venture for me I'll make good With forty thousand men, or horse or foot. _Hen._ Where is lord Wynne? Inquire if he has gone?