It may be judged I made the duke away;
So shall my name with slander’s tongue be wounded,
[♦] And princes’ courts be fill’d with my reproach.
[70] This get I by his death: ay me, unhappy!
To be a queen, and crown’d with infamy!
King. Ah, woe is me for Gloucester, wretched man!
Queen. Be woe for me, more wretched than he is.
What, dost thou turn away and hide thy face?
75 I am no loathsome leper; look on me.
[♦] What! art thou, like the adder, waxen deaf?