SHREWSBURY.
Pardon, I am
Too old, and this right hand is growing too stiff
To set the seal upon your later deeds.
ELIZABETH.
Will he forsake me, who has saved my life?
SHREWSBURY.
'Tis little I have done: I could not save
Your nobler part. Live-govern happily!
Your rival's dead! Henceforth you've nothing more
To fear-henceforth to nothing pay regard.
[Exit.
ELIZABETH (to the EARL of KENT, who enters).
Send for the Earl of Leicester.
KENT.
He desires
To be excused-he is embarked for France.
The Curtain drops.
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