Who kept him in captivity, till he dy❜d.
But, to the reft

York. His eldest fifter, Anne,

My mother, being heir unto the Crown,
Married Richard Earl of Cambridge,
Who was the fon to Edmond Langley,
Edward the Third's fifth fon.

By her I claim the Kingdom; fhe was heir
To Roger Earl of March, who was the fon
Of Edmund Mortimer, who married Philip,
Sole daughter unto Lionel Duke of Clarence.
So, if the Iffue of the elder fon

Succeed before the younger, I am King.

War. What plain proceeding is more plain than this?

Henry doth claim the Crown from John of Gaunt,
The fourth fon; York here claims it from the third.
Till Lionel's iffue fail, his fhould not reign;
It fails not yet, but flourisheth in thee
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 shall falute our rightful Sovereign
With honour of his birth-right to the Crown.

Both. Long live our Sov'reign Richard, England'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 Houfe 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 Somerset's Ambition,
At Buckingham, and all the crew of them;
'Till they have fnar'd the shepherd 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 prophefie.

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, Nevil, this I do affure myself: Richard fhall live to make the Earl of Warwick The greatest man in England, but the King. [Exeunt.

Changes to a Houfe near to Smithfield,

Sound Trumpets. Enter King Henry and Nobles; the Dutchefs, Mother Jordan, Southwel, Hume, and Bolingbrook, under guard.

K. Henry. STAND forth, Dame Eleanor Cobbam ̧
Glofter's wife,

In fight of God and us your guilt is great;
Receive the sentence of the law for fins,
Such as by God's Book are adjudg'd to death.
You four from hence to prifon, back again;
From thence unto the place of execution;
The Witch in Smithfield fhall be burn'd to afhes.
And you three shall be strangled 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 Banishment,
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, Eleanor;

I cannot justifie, whom law condemns.

[Exeunt Eleanor, and the others, guarded. Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief. D 2

Ah,

Ah, Humphry! this dishonour in thine age
Will bring thy head with forrow to the ground.
I beseech your Majefty, give me leave to go;
Sorrow would Solace, and my age would Eafe.
K. Henry. Stay Humphry, Duke of Glofter; cre
thou go,

Give up thy staff; Henry will to himself
Protector be, and God fhall be my hope,
My stay, my guide, and lanthorn to my feet.
And go in peace, Humphry, no lefs belov'd,
Than when thou wert Protector to thy King.
Q. Mar. I fee no reason, 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 ftaff? 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.
Farewel, 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 banish'd, and a limb lopt off:

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

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

Thus Eleanor's pride dies in her younger days.
York. Lords, let him go. Please it your Majefty,
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

So please your Highness 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 th' appellant!
The fervant of the armourer, my lords.

Enter at one door the armourer and his neighbours, drinking to him so much, that he is drunk and be enters with a drum before him, and his staff with a fandbag fastned to it; and at the other door bis man, with a drum and fand-bag, and prentices drinking to him.

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

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

3 Neigh.

7 with a Sand bag fafined to it.] As, according to the old laws of duels, Knights were to fight with the lance and fword; fo those of inferior rank fought with an Ebon ftaff or battoon, to the farther end of which was fix'd a bag cram'd hard with sand. To this cuftom Hudibras has alluded in these humourous lines,

Engag'd with money bags, as bold

As men with Sand-bags did of old.

8 a cup of charneco.] On which the Oxford Editor thus criticifes, in his Index. This feems to have been a cant word for fome ftrong liquor, which was apt to bring drunken fellows to the Aocks, fince in Spanish Charniegos is a term ufed for the flocks. It was no cant word, but a common name for a fort of sweet wine, as appears from a paffage in a pamphlet, intitled, The discovery of a London Monfier, called the black dog of Newgate, printed 1612. Some drinking the neat wine of Orleance, fome the Galcony, fome the Bourdeaux. There wanted neither sherry, fack nor charneco, maligo nor amber colour'd candy, nor liquorill

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ipocras

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

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

1 Prin. 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 mony that I have. O Lord, bless me I pray God; for I am never able to deal with my matter, 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 mafter well, Arm. Mafters, I am come hither as it were upon my man's inftigation, 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 Southamp ton fell upon Afcapart.

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York. Difpatch: this knave's tongue begins to double.

ipocras, brown beloved bastard, fat aligant, or any quick-spirited Liquor And as charneca is, in Spanish, the name of a kind of turpentine tree, I imagine the growth of it was in fome diftrict abounding with that tree; or that it had its name from a certain flavour refembling it.

9 as Bevis of Southampton fell upon Afcapart.] I have added this from the old quarto.

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