[A pause.
Would they were saved! Alas, poor widowed one!
Can it not still be done? No, no—too late!”
Then she describes the “dark procession” of Guilford to the scaffold, as seen in a vision. The signal gun is heard. The head has fallen.
“Mary. He is no more! Great God,
Have mercy upon both!
Gardiner. Her thoughts are changed:
Her brain relieved.
Fakenham. Now plead for Jane!
Gardiner. Too late!