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As for the duke of York, this late complaint

Re-enter Gloster. Will make but little for his benefit :

Glo. Now, lords, my choler being overblown Ho, one by one, we'll weed them all at last,

With walking once about the quadrangle, And you yourself shall steer the happy helm.!

I come to talk of commonwealth affairs. Enter King Henry, York, and Somerset con. As for your spiteful false objections,

tersing with him; Duke and Duchess of Prove them, and I lie open io the law : Gloster, Cardinal Beaufort, Buckingham, Sa. But God in mercy so deal with my soul, lisbury, and Warwick.

As I in duty love my king and country

But, to the matter that we have in hand : K. Hen. For my part, noble lords, I care not I say, my sovereign, York is meetest man which;

To be your regent in the realm of France.
Or Somerset, or York, all's one to me.
York. If York have ill demean'd himself in To show some reason, of no little force,

Suff. Before we make election, give mc leave

That York is moet anmect of any man. Then let him be denay'd the regentship.

York. I'll tell thee, Suffolk, why I am un Som. If Somerset be unworthy of the place,

meet. Let York be regent, I will yield to him. War. Whether your grace be worthy, yea, or Next, if I be appointed for the place,

First, for I cannot flatter thee in pride : no,

My lord of Somerset will keep me here, Dispute not that: York is the worthier. Car. Ambitious Warwick, let thy betters Till France be won into the Dauphin's hands.

Without discharge, money, or furniture, speak. War. The cardinal's not my better in the field. Till Paris was besieg'u, famish'd, and lost.

Last time, I danc'd attendance on his will, Buck. All in this presence are thy betters,

War. That I can witness; and a fouler fact
War. Warwick may live to be the best of all. Did never traitor in the land commit.
Sal. Peace, son and show some reason,

Suff. Peace, headstrong Warwick!

War. Image of pride, why should I hold my

Peace ? Why Somerset should be preferr'd in this. Q. Mar. Because the king, forsooth, will have Enter Servants of Suffolk, bringing in Horner it so.

and Peter. Glo. Madam, the king is old enough himself Suff. Because here is a man accus'd of treason : To give his censure : these are no women's Pray God, the duke of York excuse bimself! matters.

York. Doth any one accuse York for a traitor? Mar. If he be old enough, what needs your K. Hen. What mean'st thou, Suffolk 7 tell me grace

What are these ? To be protector of his excellence ?

Suff. Please it your majesty, this is the man Glo. Madam, I am protector of the realm ; That doth accuse his master of high treason : And, at his pleasure, will resign my place. His words were these that Richard, duke of Suf. Resign it then, and leave thine inso

York, lence.

Was rightful heir unto the English crown; Since thou wert king, (as who is king but thou ?) And that your majesty was an usurper. The commonwealth hath daily run to wreck: K. Hen: Say man, were these thy words 7 The Dauphin hath prerail'd beyond the seas; Hor. An't shall please your majesty, I never And all the peers and nobles of the real said nor thought any such matter : God is my Have been as bondmen to thy sovereignty, witness, I am falsely accused by the villain. Car. The commons hast thou rack'd; the Pet. By these ten bones, my lords, sholding up clergy's bags

his hands,) he did speak them to me in the garret Are lank and lean with thy extortions.

one night, as we were scouring my lord of York's Som. Thy sumptuous buildings, and thy wife's armour. attire,

York. Base dunghill villain, and mechanical, Have cost a mass of publick treasury.

I'll have thy head for this thy traitor's speech Buck. Thy crnelty in execution,

I do beseech your royal majesty, Upon offenders, hath exceeded law,

Let him have all the rigour of the law. And left thee to the mercy of the law.

Hor. Alas, my lord, hang me, if ever 1 spake Q. Mar. Thy sale of offices, and towns in the words. My accuser is my prentice ; and France,

when I did correct him for his fault the other If they were known, as the suspect is great, day, he did vow upon his knees he would be Would make thee quickly hop without thy head. even with me: I have good witness of this ;

[Exit Gloster. The Queen drops her Fan. therefore, I beseech your majesty, do not cast Give me my fan: What, minion! can you not ? away an honest man for a villain's accusation.

[ Gives the Duchess a box on the ear. K. Hen. Uncle, what shall we say to this in I cry you mercy, madam ; Was it you?

law? Duch. Was't Il yea, I it was, proud French- Glo. This doom, my lord, if I may judge.

Let Somerset be regent o'er the French, Could I come near your beanty with my nails, Because in York this breeds suspicion : I'd set my ten commandments in your face. And let these have a day appointed them K. Hen Sweet aunt, be quiet ; 'twas against For single combat in convenient place her will.

For he hath witness of his servant's malice: Duch. Against her will I Good king, look to't This is the law, and this Duke Humphrey's in time :

doom. She'll hamper thee, and dandle thee like a baby: K. Hen. Then be it so. My lord of Somerset, Though in this place most muster wear no We make your grace lord regent o'er the breeches,

French. She shall not strike dame Eleanor unreveng'd. Som. I humbly thank your royal majesty.

[Erit Duchess. Hor. And I accept the combat willingly. Buck. Lord cardinal, I will follow Eleanor, Pet: Alas, my lord, I cannot fight'; for God's And listen after Humphrey, how he proceeds: sake, pily my case! 'the spite of man prevaileth She's tickled now; her 'fume can need no against me.' 0, Lord have mercy upon me!! spurs,

shall never be able to figlit a blow; oʻLord, my She'll gallop fast enough to her destruction. heart!

(Erit Buckingham. Glo. Sirrah, or you must fight, or else be hang'd


K. Hen. Away with them to prison: and the My lord protector will, I doubt it not, day

See you well guerdon'd for these good deserts. 1 Of combat shall be the last of the next month.-Duch. Not half so bad as thine to England's Come, Somerset, we'll see thee sent away.


Ereunt. Injurious duke ; that threat'st where is no cause. SCENE IV.

Buck. True, madam, none at all. What call you th ?

Showing her the papers. - The same. The Duke of Gloster's Garden.

Away with them; let them be clapp'd up close,

And kept asunder :--You, madam, shall with Enter Margery Jourdain, Hume, Southwell,

us:and Bolingbruke.

Stafford, take her to thee Hume. Come, my masters; the duchess, I tell

[Exit Duchess from abone. yon, expects performance of your promises. We'll see your trinkets here all forth-coming;

Boling. Master Hume, we are therefore pro- All. -Away! vided : Will her ladyship behold and hear our [Exeunt Guards, with South. Boling. &c. exorcisms?

York. Lord Buckingham, methinks, you Hume. Ay; What else ? fear you not her cou- watch'd her well: rage.

A pretty plot, well chosen to build upon ! Boling. I have heard her reported to be a Now, pray, my lord, let's see the devil's writ. woman of an invincible spirit : But it shall be What have we here!

[Reads. convenient, master Hume, that you be by her The duke yet lives, that Henry shall depose; aloft, while we be basy below, and so, I pray But him oullive, and die a violent death. you, go in God's name, and leave us. (Exit Why, this is just, Hume.) Mother Jourdain, be you prostrate, Aio te, Æacida, Romanos vincere posse. and grovel on the earth ;-John Southwell, read Well, to the rest : you; and let us to our work.

Tell me, what

fate awaits the duke of Suffolk ?

By water shall he die, and take his end
Enter Duchess, above.

Whit shall betide the duke of Somerset ?
Duch. Well said, my masters; and welcome Let him shun castles ;
all. To this geer; the sooner the better. Safer shall he be upon the sandy flains,
Boling. Patience, good lady wizards know than where castles mounted stand.
1, their times :

Come, come, my lords; Deep night, dark night, the silent of the night, These oracles are hardly attain'd, The time of night when I'roy was set on fire And hardly understood. The time when screechowls cry, and ban-dogs The king is now in progress toward Saint Albans, howl,

With him the husband of this lovely lady: And spirits walk, and ghosts break up their Thither go these news, as fast as hörse can graves,

carry them; That time best fits the work we have in hand.

A gorry breakfast for my lord protector. Madam, sit you, and fear not, whom we raise, Buck Your grace shall give me leave, my We will make fast within a hallow'd verge.

lord of York, (Here they perform the Ceremonies apper. To be the post, in hope of his reward. taining, and make the Circle Boling- York. Ai your pleasure, my good lord. Who's broke, or Southwell, reads, Conjaro te, within there, ho! &c. It thunders and lightens terribly ; then the Spirit riseth.

Enter a Servant. Spir. Adsum.

Invite my lords of Salisbury, and Warwick, M. Jourd. Asmath,

To sup with me to-morrow night.-Away! By the eternal God, whose name and power

[Exeunt Thou tremblest at, answer that I shall ask ; For, till thoa speak, thou shalt not pass from hence.

ACT II. Spir. Ask what thou wilt:--That I had said

SCENE I. Saint Albans. and done! Boling. First, of the king: What shall of him Enter King Henry, Queen Margaret, Gloster, become?' [Reading out of a Paper.

Cardinal, and Suffolk, with Falconers hollaSpir. The duke yeu lives, that Henry shall ing. depose ;

Q. Mar. Believe me, lords, for flying at the But him outlive, and die a violent death.

brook, - '. [As the Spirit speaks, Southwell writes the I saw not better sport these seven years' day: answer

Yet, by your leave, the wind was very high ; Boling. What fate awaits the duke of Suffolk ? And, ten to one, old Joan had not gone ont. Spir. By water shall he die, and take his end. K.' Hen. But what a point, my bord, your Boling. What shall befall the duke of Somer. falcon made, set 2*

And what a pitch she flew above the rest ! Spir. Let him shun castles;

To see how God in all his creatures works! Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains

Yea, man and birds, are fain of climbing high. Than where castles mounted stand.

Suff. No marvel, an it like your majesty, Have done, for more I hardly can endure. My lord protector's hawks do tower so well; Boling. Descend to darkness, and the harning They know their master loves to be aloft, lake :

And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch. False fiend, avoid!

Glo. My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind [Thunder and Lightning. Spirit descends. That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.

Car. I thought as much; he'd be above the Enter York, and Buckingham, hastily, with clouds. their Guards, and others.

Glo. Ay, my lord cardinal; how think you by York. Lay hands upon these traitors, and their that? trash.

Were it not good, your grace could fly to hea. Beldame, I think, we watch'd you at an inch. What, madam, are you there ? the king and K. Hen. The treasury of everlasting joy! commonweal

Car. Thy heaven is on earth; the eyes and are deeply indebted for this piece of pains;



Beat on a crown, the treasure of thy heart; Although by his sight his sin be multiplied. Pernicious protector, dangerous peer,

Glo. Stand by, my masters, bring himn near That smooth'st it so with king and common

the king, weal!

His highness pleasure is to talk with him. Glo. What, cardinal, is your priesthood grown K. Hen. Good fellow, tell us here the circum. 1 peremptory?

stance, Tartcene animis cælestibus ira?

That we for thee may glorify the Lord. Churchmen so hot? good uncle, hide such ma- What, hast thou been long blind, and now relice;

stor'd ? With such holiness can you do it?

Simp. Born blind, an't please your grace. Suff. No malice, sir ; no more than well be- Wife. Ay, indeed, was he. comes

Suff. What woman is this? So good a quarrel, and so bad a peer.

Wife. His wife, an't like your worship. Glo. As who, my lord ?

Glo. Had'st thou been his mother, thou could'st Suft:

Why, as you, my lord; have better told. An't like your lordly lord protectorship.

K. Hen. Where wert thou born? Glo. Why, Suffolk, England knows thine in Simp. At Berwick in the North, an't like your solence.

grace. R. Mar. And thy ambition, Gloster.

K. Hen. Poor soul! God's goodness hath been K. Hen.

I pr'ythee, peace,

great to thee : Good queen; and whet not on these furious Let never day nor night onhallow'd pass, peers,

But still remember what the Lord hath done. For blessed are the peacemakers on earth. Q. Mar. Tell me, good fellow, cam'st thou Car. Let me be blessed for the peace I make, here by chance, Against this proud protector with my sword!' Or of devotion, to this holy shrine ? Glo. 'Faith, holy uncle, 'would twere come Simp. God knows, of pure clevotion; being to that! [ Aside to the Cardinal.

cull'd Car. Marry, when thou dar'st. [ Aside. A hundred times, and oftener, in my sleep Glo. Make up no factious numbers for the By good Saint Alban; who said, -Simpcom matter,

come; In thine own person answer thy abuse. (Aside. Come, offer at my shrine, and I will help thee. Car. Ay, where thou dar'st not peep: and if Wife Most true, forsooth; and many time thou dar'st,

and oft This evening on the east side of the grove. Myself have heard a voice to call him so.

[Aside. Car. What, art thou lame? K. Hen. How now, my lords?


Ay, God Almighty help me Car.

Believe me, cousin Gloster, Suff. How cam'st thou so 1 Had not your man put up the fowl so suddenly, Simp.

A fall off of a tree. We had had more spori.---Come with thy two. Wife. A plum-tree, master. hand sword.

[ Aside to Glo. Glo. How long hast thou been blind? Glo. True, uncle.

Simp. O, born so, master. Car. Are you advis'd !-the east side of the Glo. What, and would'st climb a tree? grove?

Simp. But that in all my life, when I was a Glo. Cardinal, I am with you.


youth. K. Hen. Why, how now, uncle Gloster? Wife Too true; and bought his climbing very Glo. Talking of hawking; nothing else, my dear. lord.

Glo. 'Mass, thou lov'dat plums well, that Now, by God's mother, priest, I'll shave your would'st venture so. crown for this,

Simp. Alas, good master, my wife desired Or all my fence shall fail.

[Aside. some damsons, Car. Medice leipsum;

And made me climb, with danger of my life. Protector, see to'i well, protect yourself. [ Aside. Glo. A subtle knave! but yet it shall not K. Hen. The winds grow high; so do your serve. stomachs, lords.

Let me see thine eyes :-wink now :-now open How irksome is this musick to my heart!

them When such strings jar, what hope of harmony ? In my opinion yet thon seest not well. I pray, my lords, lei me compound this strife! Simp. Yes, master, clear as day; I thank God,

and Saint Alban. Enter an Inhabitant of Saint Albans, crying, Glo. Sayest thou me so I what colour is this A Miracle !

cloak of?

Simp. Red, master; red as blood. Gło. What means this noise ?

Glo: Why, that's well said: What colour is Fellow, what miracle dost thou proclaim? Inhab. A miracle! a miracle!

my gown of ?

Simp. Black, forsooth; coal-black, as jet. Suff. Come to the king, and tell him what K. Hen. Why then, thou know'st what colour

miracle. Inhab. Forsooth, a blind man at Saint Albans' Suff. And yet, I think, jet did he never see.

jet is of 1 shrine, Within this half hour, hath' receiv'd his sight,

Glo. But cloaks, and gowns, before this day

many. A man, that ne'er saw in his life before. K. Hen. Now, God be prais'd! that to be

Wife Never, before this day, in all his life.

Glo. Tell me, sirrah, what's my name? lieving souls

Simp. Alas, master, 'I know not
Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair! Glo: What's his name?
Enter the Mayor of Saint Albans, and his Bre-

Simp. I know not.

Glo. Nor his? thren; and Simpcox, borne between two Persons in a Chair; his wife, and a great Mul Simp. No,

indeed, master.

Glo. What's thiné own name? titude, following:

Simp. Saunder Simpcox, an if it please you, Car. Here come the townsmen on procession, master. To present your highness with the man. Glo. Then, Saunder, sit thou there, the lying. & Hen. Great is his comfort in this earthly est knave vale,

In Christendom. If thou hadst been born blind


T'hou might'st as well have known our names, K. Hen. O God, what mischiefs work the as thus

wicked ones; To name the several colours we do wear. Heaping confusion on their own heads thereby ! Sight may distinguish of colours; but suddenly Q. Mar. Gloster, see here the tainture of thy To nominate them all, 's impossible.

nest; My lords, Saint Alban here hath done a miracle; And, look, thyself be faultless, thou wert best. And would ye not think that cunning to be Glo. Madam, for myself, to beaven I do apgreat,

peal, That could restore this cripple to his legs? How I have lov'd my king and commonweal:Simp. 0, master, that you could!

And, for my wife, I know not how it stands; Glo. My masters of Saint Albans, have you Sorry I am to hear what I have heard : not beadles in your town, and things called Noble she is; but if she have forgot whips?

Honour, and virtue, and convers'd with such May. Yes, my lord, if it please your grace. As, like to pitch, defile nobility, Glo. Then send for one presently.

I banish her my bed, and company May. Sirrah, go fetch the beadle hither And give her, as a prey, to law, and shame, straight.

(Erit an Attendant. That hath dishonour'd Gloster's honest name. Glo, Now fetch me a stoof hither by and by, K. Flen. Well, for this night, we will repose [A Stool brought out. Now, sirrah, if you us here: mean to save yourself from whipping, leap me Tomorrow, toward London, back again, over this stool, and run away.

To look into this business thoroughly, Simp. Alas, master, I am not able to stand And call these foul offenders to their answers alone :

And poise the cause in justice' equal scales, You go about to torture me in vain.

Whose beam stands súre, whose rightful cause Re-enter Attendant, with the Beadle.


(Flourish. Ereunt. Gto. Well, sir, we must have you find your

SCENE II. London. legs. Sirrah, beadle, whip him till he leap over

The Duke of York's Garden. that same stool. Bead. I will, my lord.-Come on, sirrah: off

Enter York, Salisbury, and Warwick. with your doublet quickly.

York. Now, my good lords of Salisbury and Simp: Alas, master, what shall I do? I am

Warwick, not able to stand.

Our simple supper ended, give me leave After the Beadle hath hit him once, ho In this close walk, to satisfy myself,

leaps over the Stool, and runs away; and In craving your opinion of my title,

the People follow, and cry, A miracle! Which is infallible to England's crown. K. Hen. O God, seest thou this, and bear 'st Sal. My lord, I long to hear it at full. so long?

War. Sweet York, begin; and if thy claim ba Q. Mar. It made me langh to see the villain good,

The Nevils are thy subjects to command. Glo. Follow the knnae; and take this drab York. Then thus : away.

Edward the Third, my lords, had seven sons Wife. Alas, sir, we did it for pure need. The first, Edward the Black Prince, prince of Glo. Let them be whipped through every mar. Wales; ket town, till they come to Berwick, whence The second, William of Hatfield; and the third, they came,

Lionel, duke of Clarence; next to whom, (Exeunt Mayor, Beadle, Wife, &c. Was John of Gannt, the duke of Lancaster; Car. Duke Humphrey has done a miracle to- The fifth, was Edmond Langley, duke of York; day.

'The sixth, was Thomas of Woodstock, duke of Suff, True; made the lame to leap, and fly Gloster; away

William of Windsor was the seventh, and last.
Glo. But you have done more miracles than 1; Edward, the Black Prince, died before his f&
You made, in a day, my lord, whole towns to ther;

And left behind him Richard, his only son,
Enter Buckingham.

Who, after Edward the Third's death, reiga'd

as king; K. Hon. What tidings with our cousin Buck. Till Henry Bolingbroke, duke of Lancaster, ingham?

The eldest son and heir of John of Gaunt, Buck. Such as my heart doth tremble to un- Crown'd by the name of Henry the Fourth, fold.

Seiz'd on the realm ; depos'd the rightful king; A sort of naughty persons, lewdly bent, Sent his poor queen to France, from whence she Under the countenance and confederacy

came, Of Lady Eleanor, the protector's wife,

And him to Pomfret ; where, as all you know, The ringleader and head of all this rout, Harmless Richard was murdered traitorously. Have practis'd dangerously against your state, War. Father, the duke hath told the truth; Dealing with witches, and with conjurers: Thus got the house of Lancaster the crown. Whom we have apprehended in the fact; York. Which now they hold by force, and not Raising up wicked spirits from under ground, by right; Demanding of King Henry's life and death, For Richard, the first son's heir being dead, And other of your highness' privy council, The issue of the next son should have reign'd. As more at large your grace shall understand. Sal. But William of Hatfield died without an Car. And so, my lord protector, by this means

heir. Your lady is forthcoming yet at London. York. The third son, duke of Clarence, (from This news, I think, hath turn'd your weapon's whose line edge;

I claim the crown.) had issue-Philippe, a 'Tis like, my lord, you will not keep your hour. daughter,

[ Aside to Gloster. Who married' Edmund Mortimer, Earl of Glo. Ambitious cherchman, leave to afflict my March ; heart!

Edmund had' issue-Roger, Earl of March; Sorrow and grief have vanquish'd all my powers: Roger had issue-Edmund, Anne, and Eleanor. And, vanquish'd as I am, I yield to thee, Sul. This Edmund, in the reign of Boline Or to the meanest groom




As I have read, laid claim unto the crown; I cannot justify whom the law condemns.' And, but for Owen Glendower, had been king,

[Exeunt the Duchess, and the other Who kept him in captivity til he died.

Prisoners guarded. But, to the rest.

Mine eyes are fall of tears, my heart of grief. York.

His eldest sister, Anne, Ah, Humphrey, this dishonour in thine age My mother, being heir unto the crown, Will bring thy head with sorrow to the ground Married Richard, earl of Cambridge; who was I beseech your majesty, give me leave to go ; ? son

Sorrow would solace, and mine age would ease. To Edmund Langley, Edward the Third's fifth K. Hen. Stay, Humphrey duke of Gloster

ere thou go, By her I claim the kingdom : she was heir Give up thy staff; Henry will to himself To Roger, earl of March; who was the son Protector be: and God shall be my hope, Or Edmund Mortimer; who married Philippe, My stay, my guide, and lantern to my feet; Sole daughter unto Lionel, duke of Clarence : And go in peace, Humphrey, no less belov'd, So, if the issue of the elder son

Than when thou wert protector to thy king. Succeed before the younger, I am king.

Q. Mar. I see no reason, why a king of year War. What plain proceedings are more plain Should be to be protected like a child. than this?

God and King Henry govern England's helm : Henry doth claim the crown from John of Give up your staff, sir, and the king his realm. Gaunt,

Glo. My staff?-here, noble Henry, is my The fourth son ; York claims it from the third. Till Lionel's issue fails, his should not reign: As willingly do I the same resign, It fails not yet ; but flourishes in thee,

As e'er thy father Henry made it mine ; And in thy sons, fair slips of such a stock. And even as willingly at thy feet I leave it, Then, father Salisbury, kneel we both together; As others would ambitiously receive it. And, in this private plot, be we the first, Farewell, good king : When I am dead and That shall salute our rightful sovereign

gone, With honour of his birthright to the crown. May honourable peace attend the throne ! Both, Long live our sovereign Richard, Eng

[Erit. land's king!

Q. Mar. Why, now is Henry king, and Mar. York. We thank you, lords. But I am not garet queen; your king

And Humphrey, duke of Gloster, scarce himself, Till I be crown d; and that my sword be stain's That bears so shrewd a maim; two pulls ai With heart-blood of the house of Lancaster.

once, And that's not suddenly to be perforni'd : His lady banish'd, and a limb lopp'd off. But with advice and silent secrecy,

This staff of houour raught, there let it stand, Do you, as I do, in these dangerous days, Where it best fits to be, in Henry's hand. Wink at the duke of Suffolk's insolence,

Suff. Thus droops this lofty pine, and hangs At Beaufort's pride, at Somerset's ambition,

his sprays; At Buckingham, and all the crew of them, Thus Eleanor's pride dies in her youngest days. Till they have snar'd the shepherd of the flock, York. Lords, let him go. -Please it your ma. That virtuous prince, the good duke Hum jesty phrey :

This is the day appointed for the combat ; 'Tis that they seek; and they, in seeking that, And ready are the appellant and defendant, Shall find their deaths, if York can prophesy. The armourer and his man, to enter the lists, Sal. My lord, break we off, we know your So please your highness to behold the fight. mind at full.

Q. Mar. Ay, good my lord : for purposely War. My heart assurés me, that the earl of therefore Warwick

Left I the court, to see this quarrel tried. Shall one day make the duke of York a king. K. Hen. 0' God's name, see the lists and all York. And, Nevil, this I do assure myself,

things fit; Richard shall live to make the earl of Warwick Here let them end it, and God defend the right! The greatest man in England but the king. York. I never saw a fellow worse bested,

[Ereunt. Or more afraid to fight, than is the appellant, SCENE III. The same. A Hall of Justice. The servant of this armourer, my lords. Trumpets sounded. Enter King Henry, Rueen Enter, on one side, Horner, and his Neigta. Margaret, Gloster, York, Suffolk, and Salis.

bours, drinking to him so much that he is

drunk ; and he enters bearing a staff with a bury; the Duchess of Gloster, Margery Jourdain, Southwell, Hume, and Rolingbroke,

sand-bag fastened to it; a drum before him:

at the other side, Peter, with a drum and under guard.

a similar staff; accompanied by Prentices K: Hen. Stand forth, dame Eleanor Cobham,

drinking to him.' Gloster's wife:

1 Neigh. Here, 'neighbour Horner, I drink to In sight of God, and us, your guilt is great; you in a cup of sack; and fear not, neighbour, Receive the sentence of the law, for sins you shall do well enough. Such as by God's book are adjudged to death. 2 Neigh. And here, neighbour, here's a cup You four, from hence to prison back again ; of charneco.

[To Jourdain, 8c. 3 Neigh. And here's a pot of good double beer, From thence, unto the place of execution : neighbour: drink, and fear not your man. The witch in Smithfield shall be burn'd to ashes, Hor. Let it come, i' faith, and I'll pledge you And you three shall be strangled on the gal" all, And a fig for Peter !

1 Pren. Here, Peter, I drink to thee; and be You, niadam, for you are more nobly born, not afraid. Despoiled of your honour in your life,

2 Pren. Be merry Peter, and fear not thy Shall after three days open penance done, master; fight for the credit of the prentices. Live in your country here, in banishment, Peter. 'I thank you all: drink, and pray for me, With Sir John Stanley, in the Isle of Man. ! pray you; for, I think, I have taken my Inst Duch. Welcome is banishment, welcome were draught in this world.--Here, Robin, an if I my death.

die, I give thee my apron ; 'and, Will, thou shalt Glo. Eleanor, the law, thou scest, hath judged have my hammer :-and here, Tom, take all thee

the money that I have.- Lord, bless me, I

13 Tows.

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