Who mix the compass points and blow us foul
When we have paid our fortune to go fair.
[Exeunt Henry and lords. Lady Albemarle and Margaret are left alone]
Mar. Why do you keep me so?
La. Alb. Where would you go?
Mar. Where else but to my lord?
La. Alb. You shall not go.
O, stay with me! One moment, Margaret!
Mar. Another? Nay, you're better. I must go.
O, Eleanor, didst hear that Winchester?