_Kent._ Twas Margaret's voice. My love? [_Advances and sees Margaret on the floor_] O, life of mine! [_Looks toward bed_] Glaia! Uncovered--bleeding--dead! Put out My eyes! Out ... out. What cruelty yet lives In Heaven to show me this? O, Eleanor, Come, come and see how thy one sin has grown To widest hell! Thy Glaia dead ... even cold ... And Margaret ... not dead ... but would she were! [_Bends over her_] Yea, I could love thee then. My Margaret, Couldst do this thing? Thy hand was ever tender, And oft thou coveredst even guilt with mercy. ... She could not do it.... Ay, she could ... she could. For her ancestral steps are marked with blood, And but to-night her eye flashed with a look That like an evil star did point to this. [_Knocking without, and opening of gates_] My summons from the king. Ho, Rufus? [_Draws coverlet over Glaia's form_] Glaia, Thou wert the bud of earth; infinity Shall wear thy blossom and be proud. [_Enter attendant_] _Att._ My lord? _Kent._ Your mistress faints. Call up her women. Haste! [_Exit attendant. Kent takes Margaret in his arms and_ _bears her off, right. Re-enters, goes to curtains and draws them, concealing Glaia's bed_] O, Henry, _now_ thy heart is struck. [_Enter an attendant_] Who comes? _Att._ Your grace, I do not know. Strange men who give No name, but say that they must see you. _Kent._ Must? Admit them. _Att._ Here, your grace? _Kent._ Ay, here. [_Exit attendant. Kent picks up dagger from the floor_] 'Tis mine. I'll wear my own. [_Hangs dagger at his belt_] Now is the earl of Kent A murderer. How feels it with you, sir? [_Enter officers and attendants_] _Officer._ My lord of Kent, you are our prisoner. _Kent._ By whose command? _Off._ The king's. _Kent._ O, April heart, Dost think 'twill ne'er be winter? What the crime? _Off._ You're charged, on pain of death, to show the son Of Adelais, of France. _Kent._ That sin is old And faded now. I know another blots O'er that. I'll burn your ears with 't as we go. [_Exeunt. Curtain_] ACT III SCENE 1. _A small altar room, adjoining the king's apartment. Henry bowed and kneeling. Enter Winchester and attendant._ _Att._ Since morning he has knelt, and sees no one. You are the first admitted. _Win._ Dear my lord---- _Hen._ [_Rising and turning to Winchester_] Will you, too, tell me she is dead?