10 When thou didst ride in tryumph through the streetes.
Enter Dame Elnor Cobham, bare-foote, and a white sheete about her, with a waxe candle in her hand, and verses written on her backe and pind on, and accompanied with the Sheriffes of London, and Sir Iohn Standly, and Officers, with billes and holbards.
Seruing. My gratious Lord, see where my Lady comes,
Please it your grace, weele take her from the Sheriffes?
Humph. I charge you for your liues stir not a foote,
Nor offer once to draw a weapon here,
15 But let them do their office as they should.
Elnor. Come you my Lord to see my open shame?
[♦] Ah Gloster, now thou doest penance too,
See how the giddie people looke at thee,