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?