And God in justice hath reveal’d to us
100 The truth and innocence of this poor fellow,
[♦] Which he had thought to have murder’d wrongfully.
[♦] Come, fellow, follow us for thy reward. [Sound a flourish. Exeunt.
bbd SCENE IV. A street.
Enter GLOUCESTER and his Serving-men, in mourning cloaks.
Glou. Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud;
And after summer evermore succeeds
[♦] Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold:
[♦] So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.