_Seruing._ Almost ten my Lord. _Humph._ Then is that wofull houre hard at hand, That my poore Lady should come by this way, In shamefull penance wandring in the streetes, ·dah005· Sweete Nell, ill can thy noble minde abrooke, The abiect people gazing on thy face, With enuious lookes laughing at thy shame, That earst did follow thy proud Chariot wheeles, When thou didst ride in tryumph through the streetes. ·dah010· Enter Dame _Elnor Cobham_, bare-foote, and a white sheete about her, with a waxe candle in her hand, and verses written on her backe and pind on, and accompanied with the Sheriffes of London, and Sir _Iohn Standly_, and Officers, with billes and holbards. _Seruing._ My gratious Lord, see where my Lady comes, Please it your grace, weele take her from the Sheriffes? _Humph._ I charge you for your liues stir not a foote, Nor offer once to draw a weapon here, But let them do their office as they should. ·dah015· _Elnor._ Come you my Lord to see my open shame? Ah Gloster, now thou doest penance too, [dah017] See how the giddie people looke at thee, Shaking their heads, and pointing at thee heere, Go get thee gone, and hide thee from their sights, ·dah020· And in thy pent vp studie rue my shame, And ban thine enemies. Ah mine and thine. _Hum._ Ah Nell, sweet Nell, forget this extreme grief, And beare it patiently to ease thy heart. _Elnor._ Ah Gloster teach me to forget my selfe, ·dah025· For whilst I thinke I am thy wedded wife, Then thought of this, doth kill my wofull heart. [dah027] The ruthlesse flints do cut my tender feete, And when I start the cruell people laugh, And bids me be aduised how I tread, ·dah030· And thus with burning Taper in my hand, Malde vp in shame with papers on my backe, Ah, Gloster, can I endure this and liue. [dah033] Sometime ile say I am Duke _Humphreys_ wife, And he a Prince, Protector of the land, ·dah035· But so he rulde, and such a Prince he was, As he stood by, whilst I his forelorne Duches Was led with shame, and made a laughing stocke, To euery idle rascald follower. [dah039] _Humphrey._ My louely Nell, what wouldst thou haue me do? ·dah040· Should I attempt to rescue thee from hence, I should incurre the danger of the law, And thy disgrace would not be shadowed so. _Elnor._ Be thou milde, and stir not at my disgrace, Vntill the axe of death hang ouer thy head, [dah045] As shortly sure it will. For Suffolke he, The new made Duke, that may do all in all With her that loues him so, and hates vs all, And impious Yorke and Bewford that false Priest, Haue all lymde bushes to betraie thy wings, ·dah050· And flie thou how thou can they will intangle thee. [dah051] Enter a Herald of Armes. _Herald._ I summon your Grace, vnto his highnesse Parlament holden at saint Edmunds-Bury, the first of the next month. [dah053]