_Alb._ He'll trouble you no more, for if my servants Be to me loyal they've set him toward the sea. _Hen._ You're pert in my own matters. I bethought me I would recall his sentence. He is noble, And I have done him wrong. Why press about me? Ye are devils all! Call me the earl of Kent. _Win._ He is not here, my lord. _Hen._ Give me the warrant. Quick, sir! I'll have it back! I'll take more time! _Win._ 'Tis gone, my liege. _Hen._ Gone? Is the devil your post? _Pem._ We pray your pardon, sire. _Hen._ Could you not give One little hour to old friends taking leave, Though one is a poor king? Away from me! _Win._ Dear majesty, beloved above all kings, Let not your frown unpay again the service Your smile even now rewarded. 'Tis too much, Howe'er we have endured, to ask our silence While Kent doth rob thee of a fairer queen Than ever made a court seem gaudy poor By her rich self. Must we stand humbly back, That he may please his bosom with her beauty, And bury in his lust what forth should shine Thine and a happy England's constant sun? _Pem._ No doubt, my liege, we shall remove each bar That shuts you from your love, and please ourselves The most in pleasing you. _Hen._ O, make her mine, And all you wish, if kings have power o'er fate. Will come to pass. I trust you--yet--and yet-- Who can be true when Huberts are found false? [_Curtain_] ACT II SCENE 1. _A room in the earl of Kent's palace. An inner room rear, cut off by curtains. Kent alone._ _Kent._ Now, Eleanor, wilt prove thee saint, or devil? Wilt mend this breach, or must I perish in it? Too well I know that soul's dark history To think it may breed light. The moment globes The years' full character; a whole life's face Peeps out in smallest deeds. Yet wonders are. And Eleanor may prove false to herself To once keep faith with Heaven. [_Listens_] Glaia? Ay! [_Goes to curtains rear, parts them softly, looks within and returns_] She did not call. I'll watch all night. 'Twill be No added task since there's no sleep for me. My Margaret is safe. They dare not touch A princess of the blood. But I am down. 'Tis said and sung there is no greater pain Than wrenches Fortune's nurslings when she flies. Not so. False lady of the wheel, take all! But O, to see my king yield to the wolves Now fang-close to his heart--there is my death! [_Sits on a couch, his head bowed. Margaret enters, advances softly and embraces him. He looks up, returning her caress_]