abrook

Ten is the hour that was appointed me
To watch the coming of my punished duchess .
Uneath may she endure the flinty streets ,
To tread them with her tender-feeling feet .
Sweet Nell , ill can thy noble mind abrook
The abject people gazing on thy face
With envious looks laughing at thy shame ,
That erst did follow thy proud chariot wheels
When thou didst ride in triumph through the streets .
But , soft ! I think she comes , and I’ll prepare
My tearstained eyes to see her miseries .