Elean.
All-gracious Heaven be prais'd, that I once more,
Shall see my Lord!—

Warw.
Before the Day shall close,
You, Both, shall see your Enemies, cover'd
With Confusion!—But, Madam, you have promis'd,
Not to detain him, on this important Morning.

Elean.
Mistrust me not.—My Reason shall o'er-rule
My fond Affection!

Warw.
We kept him, late, from Rest.

Elean.
Perhaps, my Lord, He is not, yet, awake:—
And, it might be too suddain a Surprise,
Were I to draw his Curtain.

Warw.
Then, let Me
Prepare him.

Elean.
Gently, Warwick, wake my Love:
And let the Musick of His Voice invite me to him.
  O, from thy lonely Bed, my Gloucester, rise:
And, may We, never more, lie down, asunder!—
How have I watch'd, the live-long Night!—How, chid
The tardy Morning!—Oh, my Heart listens!—
Not, yet?—

Warw.
Distraction! Horrour! Ruin!—Murder!

Elean.
Oh, my Terrour!—What Murder; Warwick?—Where?

Warw.
There; Madam!—Horrid Murder!—

Elean.
Kill me not!—
Say!—

Warw.
Never more, shall you behold Him, living!

Elean.
Whom?—

Warw.
Gloucester; your Husband!—The Protectour!

Elean.
Say it not!—'Tis the Power of Sleep!—Let Me—

Warw.
Madam, forbear!—You must not see—

Elean.
I must!—
I will!—

Warw.
It is a Sight, will blast—

Elean.
Let go!—
He shall awake!— [Goes in.]

Warw.
Oh, for the Voice of Thunder!
To shake this guilty Palace!—To destroy
The Murderers!—To strike the Terrour, wide!
  But, see the widow'd Dutchess!—The Picture of
Heart-wringing Anguish!—O, powerfull Affliction!

That neither Tears, nor Language, give it Utterance!—

Elean.
Cold!—Quite cold!—And ghastly!—
O, welcome, Death!—

Warw.
She faints!—She dies!—What Succour?—
Afflicted Eleanor!—Live!—Live, to see
The speedy Vengeance, We exact for Gloucester!
The Woe, in Store for Margaret, Beaufort, Suffolk!

Elean.
Oh—

Warw.
Deep-sinking Sorrow!—

Elean.
Where is my Gloucester?—
O, lay me by him!—

Warw.
No:—I cannot let you—

Elean.
Must I not be allow'd to live, nor die, with him?—
Malice shall not divorce me from his Grave!

Warw.
I do beseech you, Madam, to consider—

Elean.
I do:—I know my Loss:—I feel my Affliction!—

Warw.
I feel it, too!—for You; my self; the Nation!

Elean.
Why?—Why, are there Calamities, in Life,
We cannot bear?—That tempts us—to arraign—
Yet,—will I not.—Thou righteous Power, compassionate
My Weakness!—Authour of all Being;—if Thou
Hast call'd Him, hence;—O, teach me Resignation!—
But,—if my Gloucester is bereft of Life,
Through black Conspiracy;—reveal the Murder!

Warw.
Madam, You must not, yet, be seen.—My House
Is near.—My Wife will share in your Affliction:
While I inform the King and Parliament
Of Gloucester's Fate; and, edge the Sword of Justice!

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