Page 532 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
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For none abides with me: my joy is death -
Death, at whose name I oft have been afeared
Because I wished this world’s eternity. - [90]
Stanley, I prithee go, and take me hence:
I care not whither, for I beg no favour;
Only convey me where thou art commanded.
ST ANLEY
Why, madam, that is to the Isle of Man,
There to be used according to your state. [95]
ELEANOR
That’s bad enough, for I am but reproach:
And shall I then be used reproachfully?
ST ANLEY
Like to a duchess and Duke Humphrey’s lady:
According to that state you shall be used.
ELEANOR
Sheriff, farewell, and, better than I, fare, [100]
Although thou hast been conduct of my shame.
SHERIFF
It is my office, and, madam, pardon me.
ELEANOR
Ay, ay, farewell: thy office is discharged. -
Come, Stanley, shall we go?
ST ANLEY
Madam, your penance done, throw off this sheet [105]
And go we to attire you for our journey.
ELEANOR
My shame will not be shifted with my sheet:
No, it will hang upon my richest robes
And show itself, attire me how I can.
Go, lead the way: I long to see my prison. [110]
Exeunt.
