Shaking their heads, and pointing at thee heere,
20 Go get thee gone, and hide thee from their sights,
And in thy pent vp studie rue my shame,
And ban thine enemies. Ah mine and thine.
Hum. Ah Nell, sweet Nell, forget this extreme grief,
And beare it patiently to ease thy heart.
25 Elnor. Ah Gloster teach me to forget my selfe,
For whilst I thinke I am thy wedded wife,
[♦] Then thought of this, doth kill my wofull heart.
The ruthlesse flints do cut my tender feete,