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SCENE XVII.

Beaufort. Warwick. Eleanor.
Elean.
Why, must I see the Authour of my Woes?

Warw.
He cannot last, an Hour.—He raves on Gloucester;
And calls on You; imploring Your Forgiveness.

Elean.
O, hard Injunction!—That we must forgive
Such Injuries!—But,—How can I forgive?

Warw.
Madam, Consider his Despair!—

Elean.
My Misery, my Lord!—
Consider That!—I know, it is commanded:—
It is a Duty:—But,—it is severe!—

Warw.
See, where he lies.

Elean.
Let us retire.—He sleeps.—

Beauf.
Who bids me sleep?—It is not safe to sleep!—
Gloucester should not have slept,—Who are you? Whence?—
Send away that Woman.—Give me my Crown:
My Crown and Crosier!—What has the Parliament
To do with Me?—

Elean.
My Lord of Winchester,—

Beauf.
Why doest Thou haunt me?

Elean.
Though You have made Me wretched; yet, my Lord,
I will endeavour—

Beauf.
How camest Thou hither?—
Nay, then, thou art a Sorceress, indeed!
Can'st travel o'er the pathless Sea; can'st fly
In Air!—Thou hast bewitch'd my Senses.—Go!—.

Warw.
How wild his Looks!—Approach him not.

Beauf.
Stand off!—Let Nothing, living, come a-near me!—
I kill, by Night!—Alas, my feeble Age
Cannot support it, longer!—

Elean.
O, spare him, yet, a while!—

Warw.
His Breath grows short.—