And in thy fons, fair flips of fuch a stock.
Then, father Salisbury, kneel we together,
And in this private plot be we the first
That fhall falute our rightful Sovereign
With honour of his birth-right to the crown.
Both. Long live our Sovereign Richard, Eng-
land's King!

York. We thank you, Lords: but I am not your
King,

'Till I be crown'd, and that my fword be ftain'd
With heart-blood of the house of Lancaster:
And that's not fuddenly to be perform'd,
But with advice and filent fecrecy.

Do you, as I do, in thefe dang'rous days,
Wink at the Duke of Suffolk's infolence,
At Beauford's pride, at Somerfet's ambition,
At Buckingham, and all the crew of them;
Till they have inar'd the thepherd of the flock,
That virtuous prince, the good Duke Humphry.
'Tis that they feek; and they in feeking that
Shall feek their deaths, if York can prophely.
Sal. My Lord, here break we off; we know your
mind.

War. My heart affures me, that the Earl of Warwick

Shall one day make the Duke of York a king. York. And, Nevill, this I do aflure myfelf, Richard fhall live to make the Earl of Warwick The greatest man in England, but the King.

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SCENE V.

[Exeunt

Changes to a House near Smithfield.

Sound trumpets. Enter King Henry and Nobles the Duchefs, Mother Jordan, Southwell, Hume and Bolingbrook, under guard.

K. Henry. Stand forth, Dame Eleanor Cobham
Glo'fter's wife:

In fight of God and us your guilt is great;
Receive the fentence of the law for fins

Such as by God's book are adjudg'd to death.
-You four from hence to prifon back again;
[To the other prifoners.
From thence unto the place of execution.
The witch in Smithfield fhall be burn'd to afhes,
And you three fhall be ftrangled on the gallows.
-You, Madam, for you are more nobly born,
Defpoiled of your honour in your life,
Shall after three days open penance done,
Live in your country here, in banithment,
With Sir John Stanley in the Isle of Man.
Elean. Welcome is exile, welcome were my death.
Glo. The law, thou feeft, hath judg'd thee,
I cannot justify whom law condemns. [Eleanor
[Exeunt Eleanor, and the others, guarded.
Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief.
Ah, Humphry! this difhonour in thine age,
Will bring thy head with forrow to the ground.
I befeech your Majefty, give me leave to go;
Sorrow would folace, and my age would eafe..
K. Henry. Stay, Humphry Duke of Glo❜fter; ere
thou go,

Give up thy ftaff, Henry will to himself
Protector be, and God fhall be my hope,
My ftay, my guide, and lanthorn to my feet.
And go in peace, Humphry, no less belov'd
Than when thou wert Protector to thy King."
Q Mar. I fee no reafon why a king of years
Should be to be protected like a child:
God and King Henry govern England's realm:
Give up your staff, Sir, and the King his realm.
Glo. My staff? here, noble Henry, is my staff;
As willingly do I the fame refign,

As e'er thy father Henry made it mine;
And even as willing at thy feet I leave it,
As others would ambitiously receive it.

Farewell, good King; when I am dead and gone,
May honourable peace attend thy throne.
[Exit Glo'fter.
Q. Mar. Why, now is Henry King, and Margret

Queen:

And Humphry, Duke of Glo'fter, fcarce himself,

That bears fo fhrewd a maim; two pulls at once;
His lady banifh'd, and a limb lopt off.

This staff of honour raught, there let it stand,
Where beft it fits to be, in Henry's hand.

Suf. Thus droops this lofty pine, and hangs his fprays;

Thus Eleanor's pride dies in her younger days.
York. Lords, let him go. Please it your Majesty,
This is the day appointed for the combat,
And ready are th' appellant and defendant,
The armourer and his man, to enter the lifts,
So please your Highnefs to behold the fight.

Q Mar. Ay, good my Lord; for purposely therefore

Left I the court, to fee this quarrel try'd.

K. Henry. A' God's name, fee the lifts and all things fit;

Here let them end it, and God guard the right!
York. I never faw a fellow worse bestead,
Or more afraid to fight, than is the appellant,
The fervant of the armourer, my Lords.

Enter at one door the Armourer, and his Neighbours drinking to him, fo much that he is drunk; and he enters with a drum before him, and his staff with a fand-bag faftened to it; and at the other door his Man, with a drum and sand-bag, and Prentices drinking to him.

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1 Neigh. Here, neighbour Horner, I drink to you in a cup of fack; and fear not, neighbour, you fhall do well enough.

2 Neigh. And here, neighbour, here's a cup of charneco.

3 Neigh. And here's a pot of good double beer, neighbour; drink, and fear not your man.

As, according to the old laws of duels, knights were to fight with the lance and sword; fo thofe of inferior rank fought with an ebon staff or battoon, to the farther end of which was fixed a bag crammed hard with fand. Warburton.

Arm. Let it come, i' faith, and I'll pledge you all; and a fig for Peter.

1 Pren. Here, Peter, I drink to thee, and be not afraid.

2 Pren. Be merry, Peter, and fear not thy mafter; fight for the credit of the 'prentices.

Peter. I thank you all; drink, and pray for me, I pray you; for, I think, I have taken my last draught in this world. Here, Robin, if I die, I give thee my apron; and, Will, thou fhalt have my hammer; and here, Tom, take all the money that I have. O Lord, blefs me I pray God; for I am never able to deal with my mafter, he hath learn'd fo much fence already.

Sal. Come, leave your drinking, and fall to blows. Sirrah, what's thy name?

Peter. Peter, forfooth.

Sal. Peter? what more.
Peter. Thump.

Sal. Thump? Then fee thou thump thy master well.

Arm. Mafters, I am come hither as it were upon my man's instigation, to prove him a knave, and myfelf an honeft man: and, touching the Duke of York, I will take my death I never meant him any ill, nor the King, nor the Queen; and therefore, Peter, have at thee with a downright blow, as Bevis of Southampton fell upon Afcapart.

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York. Difpatch. This knave's tongue begins to double.

Sound trumpets; alarum to the combatants.

[They fight, and Peter ftrikes him down. Arm. Hold, Peter, hold; I confefs, I confels treafon. [Dies.

York. Take away his weapon: fellow, thank God, and the good wine in thy mafter's way.

Peter. O God, have I overcome mine enemy in this prefence?

O Peter, thou haft prevail'd in right.

K. Henry. Go, take hence that traitor from our. fight,

For by his death we do perceive his guilt.

And God in justice hath reveald to us

The truth and innocence of this poor fellow, Which he had thought to murder wrongfully. Come, fellow, follow us for thy reward. [Exeunt.

Enter Duke Humphry and his Men, in mourning cloaks.

[cloud;

Glo. Thus fometimes hath the brightest day a And, after fummer, evermore fucceeds The barren winter, with his nipping cold; So cares and joys abound, as feafons fleet. Sirs, what's a clock?

Serv. Ten, my Lord.

Glo. Ten is the hour that was appointed me
To watch the coming of my punish'd Duchefs.
Unneath may the endure the flinty streets,
To tread them with her tender-feeling feet.
Sweet Nell ill can thy noble mind a-brook
The abject people gazing on thy face,

With envious looks ftill laughing at thy fhame,
That erft did follow thy proud chariot-wheels,
When thou didst ride in triumph through the streets.
But foft! I think fhe comes, and I'll prepare
My tear-ftain'd eyes to fee her miferies.

Enter the Duchefs in a white sheet, her feet bare, and a taper burning in her hand, with Sir John Stanley, a Sheriff, and Officers.

Serv. So pleafe your Grace, we'll take her from the fheriff,

Glo. No, ftir not for your lives. Let her pass by. Elean. Come you, my Lord, to fee my open fhame? Now thou doft penance too. Look how they gaze! See how the giddy multitude do point,

And nod their heads, and throw their eyes on theel
Ah, Glo'fter, hide thee from their hateful looks;
And in thy closet pent up rue my fhame,
And ban our enemies, both mine and thine.