Start: DUCHESS

Why droops my lord like over-ripened corn

Hanging the head at Ceres' plenteous load?

Why doth the great Duke Humphrey knit his brows,

As frowning at the favors of the world?

Why are thine eyes fixed to the sullen earth,

Gazing on that which seems to dim thy sight?

What seest thou there? King Henry's diadem,

Enchased with all the honors of the world?

If so, gaze on and grovel on thy face

Until thy head be circled with the same.

Put forth thy hand; reach at the glorious gold.

What, is 't too short? I'll lengthen it with mine;

And, having both together heaved it up,

We'll both together lift our heads to heaven

And never more abase our sight so low

As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground.

GLOUCESTER

O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost love thy lord,

Banish the canker of