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Yorke. Content. Away then, about it straight. Humph. In Bastardie.
Buck. Farewell my Lord. (Exet BUCKINGHAM. Cardin. I scorne thy words.
Yorke. Whose within there.

Humph. Make vp no factious numbers, but
Enter one.

even in thine own person meste mo at the

East end of the groue.
One. My Lord.
Yorhe. Sirrha, go will the Earles of Sals-

Card. Heres my hand, I will. bury and Warwicke, to sup with me to night.

King. Why how now Lords? [Exet Yorke.

Card. Faith Cousin Gloster, had not your One. I will my Lord.

[Exet. man cast off so soone, we had had more sport

to day, Come with thy swoord and buckler. (Act II. Scene 1.)

Humphrey. Faith Priest, Ile shaue your

Crowne. Enter the King and Queene with her Hawke

Cardinall. Protector, protect thy selfs well. on her fist, and Duke HUMPHREY and SUFFOLKE,

King. The wind growes high, so doth your and the Cardinall, as if they came from hawking.

chollour Lords. Queene. My Lord, how did your grace like this last flight?

Enter one crying, A miracle, a miracle. But as I cast her off the winde did rise, How now, now sirrha, what miracle is it? And twas ten to one, old Ione had not gone out. One. And it please your grace, there is a King. How wonderful the Lords workes are man that came blinde to S. Albones, and hath on earth,

receiued his sight at his shrine. Even in these silly creatures of his hands, King. Goe fetch him hither, that weo may Vnckle Gloster, how hie your Hawke did sore? glorifye the Lord with him. And on a sodaine sonst the Partridge downe.

Enter the Maior of Saint Albones and his Suffolke. No maruell if it please your Maiestie

brethren with Musicke, bearing the man that My Lord Protectors Hawke done towre so well,

had bene blind, betweene two in a chaire. He knowes his maister loues to be aloft. Humphrey. Faith my Lord, it is but a King. Thou happie man, giue God eternall base minde

praise, That can sore po higher then a Falkons pitch. For he it is, that thus hath helped thee. Card. I thought your grace would be aboue Humphrey. Where wast thou borne ? the cloudes.

Poore man. At Barwicke sir, in the North. Humph. I my Lord Cardinall, were it not Humph. At Barwicke, and come thus far good

for helpe. Your grace could flie to heauen.

Poore man. I sir, it was told me in my Card. Thy heaven is on earth, thy words

sleepe, and thoughts beat on a Crowne, proude Pro- That sweet saint Albones, should give me my tector dangerous Peere, to smooth it thus with

sight againe. King and common-wealth.

Humphrey. What are thou lame too? Humphrey. How now my Lord, why this Poore man. I indeed sir, God helpe me. is more then needs,

Humphrey. How cam'st thou lame? Church-men so hote. Good vnckle can yon

Poore man. With falling off on a plum-tree. doate.

Humph. Wart thou blind & wold clime Suffolke. Why not Hauing so good a quar

plumtrees? rell & so bad a cause.

Poore man. Neuer but once sir in all my Humphrey. As how, my Lord ?

Suffolke. As you, my Lord. And it like My wife did long for plums. your Lordly Lords Protectorship.

IIumph. But tell me, wart thou borne blinde ? Humphrey. Why Suffolke, England knowes Poore man.

I truly sir. thy insolence.

Woman. I indeed sir, he was borne blinde. Queene. And thy ambition Gloster.

Humphrey. What art thou his mother? king. Cease gentle Queene, and whet not Woman. His wife sir. on these furious Lordes to wrath, for blessed Humphrey. Hadst thou bene his mother, are the peace-makers on earth.

Thou couldst haue better told. Card. Let me be blessed for the peace 1 Why let me see, I thinke thou canst not see yet. make,

Poore man. Yes truly maister, as cleare Against this proud Protector with my sword.

as day. Humphrey. Faith holy vnckle, I would it Humphrey. Saist thou so. What colours were come to that.

his cloake? Cardinall. Euen when thou darest.

Poore man. Why red maister, as red as Humphrey. Dare. I tell thee Priest, Plan

blood. tagapets could bener brooke the dare.

Humphrey. And his cloake? Card. I am Plantaganet as well as thou, Poore man. Why thats greene. and sonne to lohn of Gaunt.

Humphrey. And what colours his hose ?



Poore man. Yellow maister, yellow as gold. Mayor. It shall be done my Lord.
Humphrey. And what colours my gowne ?

[Exet Mayor. Poore men. Blacke sir, as blacke as leat. Suffolke. My Lord Protector hath done King. Thon bolike he knowes what colour wouders to day, Ho hath made the blinde to Ieat is on.

see, and halt to go. Suffolke. And yet I thinke leat did he

Humph. I but you did greater wonders, never see.

when you made whole Dukedomes flie in a day. Humph. But cloakes and gownes ere this Witnesse France. day many a one.

King. Haue done I say, and let me here But tell me sirrha, whats my name?

no more of that.
Poore man. Alasse maister I know not.
Humphrey. Whats his name?

Enter the Duke of BUCKINGHAM.
Poore man. I know not.
Humphrey. Nor his ?
Poore man. No truly sir.

What Dewes brings Duke Humprey of Humphrey. Nor his name?

Buckingham ? Poore man. No indeed maister.

Buck. Ill newes for some my Lord, and Humphrey. Whats thine owne name?

this it is, Poore man. Sander, and it please you maister. That proud dame Elnor our Protectors wife,

Humphrey. Then Sander sit there, the Hath plotted Treasons gainst the King and lyingest knaue in Christendom. If thou hadst bene born blind, thou mightest aswell haue By wichcrafts, sorceries, and coniurings, knowne all our names, as thus to name the Who by such incanes did raise a spirit vp, seuerall colours we doo weare. Sight may To tell her what hap should betide the state, distinguish of colours, but sodeinly to pomi- But ere they had finisht their diuellish drift, nate them all, it is impossible. My Lords, By Yorke and my selfe they were all surprisde, saint Albones here hath done a Miracle, and And heres the answere the diuel did make would you not thinke his cunning to be great,

to them. that could restore this Cripple to his legs againe. King. First of the King, what shall become Poore man, Oh maister I would you could.

of him? Humphrey. My Maisters of saint Albones, (Reads.) The Duke yet liues, that Henry sbal Haue you not Beadles in your Towne,

depose, And things called whippes ?

Yet him out live, and dio a violent death. Mayor. Yes my Lord, if it please your Gods will be done in all. grace.

What fate awaits the Duke of Suffolke? Humph. Then send for ono presently. By water shall he die and take his end. Mayor. Sirrha, go fetch the Beadle hither Suffolke. By water must the Duke of Sufstraight. (Exet one.

folke die? Humph. Now fetch me a stoole hither by It must be so, or else the diuel doth lie. and by.

King. Let Somerset shun Castles, Now sirrha, If you meane to save your selfe For safer shall he be vpon the sandie plaines, from whipping,

Then where Castles mounted stand. Leape me ouer this stoole aud runne away.

Card. Heres good stuffe, how now my Lord

Enter Beadle.

This newes I thinke hath turndo your weapons Poore man. Alasse maister I am not able

point, to stand alone,

I am in doubt youle scarsly keepe your promise. You go about to torture me in vaine.

Humphrey. Forbeare ambitious Prelate to Humph. Well sir, we must haue you finde

vrge my griefe, your legges.

And pardon me my gratious Soueraigne, Sirrha Beadle, whip him till he leape over For here I sweare vnto your Maiestie, that same stoolo.

That I am guiltlesse of these hainous crimes Beadle. I will my Lord, come on sirrha, Which my ambitious wife hath falsly done, off with your doublet quickly.

And for she would betraie her soueraigne Lord, Poore min. Alas maister what shall I do, I here renounce her from my bed and boord, I am not able to stand.

And leaue her open for the law to iudga, [After the Beadle hath hit him one girke, Vnlesse she cleare her selfe of this foule deed.

he leapes ouer the sloole and runnes King. Come my Lords this night weele away, and they run after him, crying,

lodge in S. Albones, A miracle, a miracle.

And to morrow we will ride to London, Hump. A miracle, a miracle, let him bo And trie the vtmost of these Treasons forth, taken againe, & whipt through euery Market Come vnckle Gloster along with vs, Towne til he comes at Barwicke where he was my mind doth tell me thou art innocent. borne.

(Exet omnes. awhile, kingdome.


(Act II, Scene II.)

of such a stock. Then noble father, kneele Enter the Duke of Yorke, and the Earles of be we the first to honor him with birthright

we both togither, and in this private place, SALSBURY and WARWICKE.

to the Crown. Yorke. My Lords our simple supper ended, Both. Long live Richard Englands royall

King. Let me repeale onto your honours here,

Yorke. thanke you both. But Lords I The right and title of the house of Yorke, am not your King, vntil this sword be sheated To Englands Crowne by liniall desent.

euen in the hart blood of tho house of LanWar. Then Yorke begin, and if thy claime caster. be good.

War. Then Yorke aduise thy selfe and take The Neuils are thy subiects to command.

thy time, Yorke. Then thus my Lords.

Claime thou the Crowne, and set thy standard up, Edward the third had seuen sondes,

And in the same aduance the milke-white Rose, The first was Edward the blacke Prince, And then to gard it, will I rouse the Beare, Prince of Wales.

Inuiron'd with ten thousand Ragged-stages The second was Edmund of Langly,

To aido and helpe thee for to win thy right, Duke of Yorke.

Maugre the proudest Lord of Henries blood, The third was Lyonell Duke of Clarence. That dares deny the right and claime of Yorke, The fourth was lohn of Gaunt,

For why my minde presageth I shall live The Duke of Lancaster.

To see the noble Duke of Yorke to be a The fifth was Roger Mortemor , Earle of March.

King. The sixt was sir Thomas of Woodstocke.

Yorke. Thanks noblo Warwicke, and Yorko William of Winsore was the seuenth and last. doth hope to see, The Earl of Warwicke live, Now, Edward the blacke Prince he died be- to be the greatest man in England, but the fore his father, and left behinde him Richard, King. Come lets goe.

[Exet omnes. that afterwards was King, Crownde by the

(Act II. Scene III.) name of Richard the second, and he died without an heire.

Enter King HENRY, and the Queene, Duke Edmund of Langly Duke of Yorke died, and HUMPHREY, the Duke of SUFFOLKE, and the left behind him two daughters, Anne and Elinor. Duke of BUCKINGHAM, the Cardinall, and Lyonell Duke of Clarence died, and left be-Dame Elnor Cobham, led with the Officers, Linde Alice, Anne, and Elinor, that was after and then enter to them the Duke of Yorke, married to my father, and by her I claime the and the Earles of Salsbury and WARWICKE. Crowne, as the true heire to Lyonell Duke of King. Stand foorth Dame Elnor Cobham Clarence, the third sonne to Edward the third. Duches of Gloster, and here the sentence Now sir,

In the time of Richards raigne, pronounced against thee for these Treasons, Henry of Bullingbrooke, sonne and heire to that thou hast committed gainst vs, lohn of Gaunt, the Duke of Lancaster fourth States and Peeres. bonne to Edward the third, he claimde the First for thy hainous crimes, thou shalt two Crowne, deposde the Merthfull King, and as daies jo London do penance barefoote in tho both you know, in Pomphret Castle harmlesse streetes, with a white sheete about thy bodie, Richard was shamefully murthered, and so by and a waxe Taper burning in thy hand. That Richards death came the house of Lancaster done, thou shalt be banished for euer into the ynto the Crowne.

Ile of Man, there to ende thy wretched daies, Sals. Saving your tale my Lord, as I have and this is our sentence erreuocable. Away heard, in the raigne of Bullenbrooke, the Duke with her. of Yorke did claime the Crowne, and but for Elnor. Euen to my death, for I hane lived Owin Glendor, had bene King.

too long.

[Exet some with ELNOR. Yorke. True. But so it fortuned then, by King. Groeue not noble vockle, but be thou meanes of that monstrous rebel Glendor, noble Duke of York was done to death, and in that these Treasons thus are come to light, 10 euer since the heires of Iohn of Gaunt haue Loast God had pourde his vengeance on thy head, possessed the Crowne. But if the issue of For her offences that thou heldst so deare. the elder should succeed before the issue of the Humph. Oh gratious Henry, give me leave ponger, then am I lawfull heire vnto the




To leave your grace, and to depart away, Warwicke. What plaine proceedings can be For sorrowes teares hath gripte my aged heart, more plaide, hee claimes it from Lyonel Duke And makes the fountaines of mine eyes to swell, of Clarence, the third sonne to Edward the And therefore good my Lord, let me depart. third, and Henry from lohn of Gaunt the King. With all my hart good vnkle, when fourth sonne. So that till Lyonels issue failes,

you please, his should not raigne. It failes not yet, but Yet ere thou goest, Humphroy resigne thy Dorisbeth in thee & in thy sons, braue slips


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For Henry will be no more protected,

Salb. Come leave your drinking, and fall The Lord shall be my guide both for my land

to blowes. and me.

Sirrha, whats thy name? Humph. My staffe, I noble Henry, my life Pettr. Peter forsooth. and all.

Salbury. Peter, what more?
My staffe, I yeeld as willing to be thine, Peter. Thumpe.
As erst thy noble father made it mine,

Salsbury. Thumpe, then that thou And euen as willing at thy feete I leave it,

thumpe thy maister. As others would ambitiously receiue it,

Armour. Heres to the neighbour, ill all And long hereafter when I am dead and gone, the pots again, for before we fight, looke you, May honourable peace attend thy throne. I will tell you my minde, for I am King. Vnkle Gloster, stand up and go in hither as it were of my mans instigation, to peace,

proue my selfe an honest man, and Peter a No lesse beloved of vs, then when

kuaue, and so haue at you Peter with downThou weart Protector ouer my land.

right blowes, as Beuys of South-hampton fell

[Eret Gloster. vpon Askapart. Queene. Take vp the staffe, for here it Peter. Law you now, I told you heos in ought to stand,

his fence alreadie. Where should it be, but in King Henries hand ? [Alarmer, and Peter hits him on the Yorke. Please it your Maiestie, this is the

head and fels him.

Armou. Hold Peter, I confesse, Treason, That was appointed for the combating


(He dies. Betweene the Armourer and his man, my Lord, Peter. O God I giue then praise. And they are readie when your grace doth please.

(He kneeles downe. King. Then call them forth, that they may Pren. Iso well done Peter. God saue the King. trie their rightes.

King. Go take hence that Traitor from our Enter at one doore the Armourer and his neigh- For by his death we do perceive his guilt,

sight, bours, drinking to him so much that he is

And God in justice hath reuealde to vs, drunken, and he enters with a drum before him, and his staffe with a sandbag fastened The truth and innocence of this poore fellow, to it, and at the other doore, his man with which he had thought to have murthered a drum and sand-bagge, and Prentises

drinking to him.
Come fellow, follow vs for thy reward.

(Exet omnes. 1. Neighbor. Here neighbor Hornor, I drink

(Act II. Scene IV.) to you in a cup of Sacke.

Enter Duke HUMPHREY and his men, in And feare not neighbor, you shall do well

mourning cloakes. inough. 2. Neigh. And here neighbor, heres a cup

Humph. Sirrha, whats a clocke, of Charneco.

Seruing. Almost ten my Lord. 3 Neigh. Heres a pot of good double beere,

Humph. Then is that wofull houre hard at neighbor drinke

That my poore Lady should come by this way, And be merry, and feare not your man. Armourer. Let it come, yfaith ile pledge Sweete Nell, ill can thy noble minde abrooke,

In shamefull penance wandring in the streetes,

The abiect people gazing on thy face, And a figge for Peter. 1. Prentise. Here Peter I drinke to them, and that earst did follow thy proud Chariot wheeles,

With enuious lookes laughing at thy shame, be not affeard. 2. Pren. Here Peter, heres a pinte of Cla- When thou didst ride in tryumph through the

streetes. ret-wine for thee. 3. Pren. And heres a quart for me, and Enter Dame Elxor COBHAM bare-foote, and a be merry Peter,

white sheete about her, with a ware candle in And feare not thy maister, fight for credit of her hand, and verses written on her backe ani the Prentises.

pind on, and accompanied with the Sheriffes Peter. I thanke you all, but ile drinke no

of London, and Sir loux STANDLY, and

Officers, with billes and holbards. Here Robin, and if I die, here I giue thee Seruing. My gratious Lord, see where my my hammer,

Lady comes, And Will, thou shalt baue my apere, and Please it your grace, weele take her from the here Tom,

Sheriffes ? Take all the mony that I have.

Humph. I charge you for your liues stir O Lord blesse me, I pray God, for I am

not a foote, neuer able to deale with my maister, he hath Nor offer onco to draw a weapon here, learnt so much fence alreadie.

But let them do their office as they should.

hand ,

you all,



Elnor. Come you my Lord to see my open Humphrey. I pray you sir Iohn, vse her shame?

neare the worse, Ah Gloster, now thon doest penance too, In that I intreat you to vse her well. See how the giddie people looks at thee, The world may smile againe and I may live, Shaking their heads, and pointing at the heere, To do you favour if you do it her, Go get thee gone, and hide thee from their sights, And so sir Iohn farewell And in thy pent vp studie rue my shame, Elnor. What gone my Lord, and bid mo And ban thino enemies. Ah mine and thine.

not farwell? Hum. Ah Nell, sweet Nell, forget this ex- Humph. Witnesse my bleeding heart, I treme grief,

cannot stay to speake. And beare it patiently to ease thy heart.

[Exet HUMPHREY and his men. Elnor. Ah Gloster teach me to forget my Elnor. Then is he gone, is puble Gloster gone,

And doth Duke Humphrey now forsake me too ? For whilst I thinke I am thy wedded wife, Then let me baste from out faire Englands Then thought of this, doth kill my wofull heart.

boundes, The ruthlesse flints do cut my tender feete, Come Standly come, and lot vs haste away. And when I start the cruell people laugh, Standly. Madam lets go ynto some house And bids me be aduised how I tread,

bereby, And thus with burning Tapor in my hand, Where you may shift your selfe before we go. Malde vp in shame with papers on my backe, Elnor. Ah good sir lohn, my shame canAh, Gloster, can I endure this and liue.

not be hid, Sometime ile say I am Duke Humphreys wife Nor put away with casting off my sheete: And he a Prince, Protector of the land, But come let vs go, maister Sheriffe farewell, But so he rulde, and such a Prince he was, Thou hast but done thy office as thou shoulst. As be stood by, whilst I his forelorne Duches

(Exet omnes. Was led with shame, and made a laughing

(Act III. Scene I.) stocks, To euery idle rascald follower.

Enter to the Parlament. Humphrey. My louely Nell, what wouldst Enter two Heralds before, then the Duke of thou baue me do?

BUCKINGHAM, and the Duke of SUFFOLKE, and Should I attempt to rescue thee from bence, then the Duke of Yorks, and the Cardinall of I should incurre the danger of the law,


and then the King and the And thy disgrace would not be shadowed so. Queene, and then the Earle of Salisbues, Elnor. Be thou milde, and stir not at my

and the Earle of WARWICKE. disgrace, Votill the axe of death hang ouer thy head, King. I wonder our vuklo Gloster staies so As shortly sure it will. For Suffolke ho,

long. The new made Duke, that may do all in all Queene. Can you not see, or will you not With ber that loves him so, and hates vs all,

perceiue, And impious Yorke and Bewford that false How that ambitious Duke doth vse himselfe ? Priest,

The time hath bone, but now that time is past, Haue all lymde bushes to betraie thy wings, That none so humble as Duke Humphrey was: And fliethou how thou can they will intangle thee. But now let one meete him euen in the morne,

When euery one will giue the time of day, Enter a Herald of Armes.

And he will neither moue nor speake to vs. Herald. I summon your Grace, vnto his See you not how the Commons follow him highnesse Parlament holden at saiot Edmunds- In troupes, crying, God sauo the good Duke Bury, the first of the next month.

Humphrey, Humphrey. A Parlament and our consent And with long life, lesus preserue his grace, neuer craudo

Honouring him as if he were their King. Therein before. This is sodeine.

Gloster is no litle man in England. Well, we will be there. (Exet. Herald. And if he list to stir cammotions, Maister Sheriffe, I pray proceede no further Tys likely that the people will follow him. against my Lady, then the course of law My Lord, if you imagine there is no such extendes.

thing, Sheriffe. Please it your grace, my office Then let it passe, and call it a womans feare. here doth end,

My Lord of Suffolke, Buckingham, and Yorke, And I must deliuer her to sir Iohn Standly, Disprouo my Alligations if you can, To be conducted into the Ile of Man. And by your speeches, if you can reproue me, Humphrey. Must you sir Iohn conduct my I will subscribe and say, I wrong'd the Duke, Lady?

Suffol. Well hath your grace foreseen into Standly. I my gratious Lord, for so it is

that Duke, decreede,

And if I had bene licenst first to speake, And I am so commanded by the King. I thinko I should haue told your graces talo

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