Sound trumpets; alarum to the combatants. [They fight, and Peter ftrikes him down. Arm. Hold, Peter, hold; I confess, I confefs trea fon. [Dies. York. Take away his weapon: fellow, thank God, and the good wine in thy master's way. Peter. O God, have I overcome mine enemy in this presence? 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 juftice hath reveal'd 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. cloud; And, after fummer, evermore fucceeds 2 Serv. Ten, my Lord. Glo. Ten is the hour that was appointed me, To watch the coming of my punish'd dutchefs: 1 For by his death -] death, for defeat. Becaufe by the laws of duel he that was defeated was executed in confequence of it. 2 So cares and joys abound, as feasons fleet.] I imagine ShakeSpear might write, So cares and joys go round Unneath 3 Unneath may she endure the flinty streets, Enter the Dutchess in a white Sheet, and a Taper burning in her band, with Sir John Stanley, a Sheriff and Officers. Serv. So please your Grace, we'll take her from the Sheriff. Glo. No, ftir not for your lives, let her país 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 thee! Ah! Humphry, can I bear this shameful yoak? Mr. Pope. Trow'it Trow'ft thou, that e'er I'll look upon the world, But be thou mild, and blush not at my fhame, Glo. Ah, Nell, forbear; thou aimest all awry. And, had I twenty times so many foes, Enter a Herald. Her. I fummon your Grace to his Majefty's parliament holden at Bury, the firft of this next month. Glo. Glo. And my confent ne'er ask'd herein before? This is close dealing. Well, I will be there; [Exit Herald. My Nell, I take my leave: and, master Sheriff, Let not her penance exceed the King's commiffion. Sher. An't please your Grace, here my commiffion stays: And Sir John Stanley is appointed now, To take her with him to the Isle of Man. Glo. Muft you, Sir John, protect my lady here? Stan. So am I giv'n in charge, may't please your Grace. Glo. Entreat her not the worse, in that I pray You use her well; the world may laugh again; And I may live to do you kindness, if You do it her and fo, Sir John, farewel. Elean. What gone, my lord, and bid me not farewel? Glo. Witnefs my tears, I cannot ftay to speak. [Exit Gloucefter. Elean. Art thou gone too? all comfort go with thee! For none abides with me; my joy is death; Death, at whofe name I oft have been afraid, Elean. That's bad enough, for I am but reproach: And fhall I then be us'd reproachfully? Stan. No; like a Dutchefs, and Duke Humphry's lady, According to that ftate you fhall be us'd. Elean. Sheriff, farewel, and better than I fare; Although thou hast been conduct of my fhame. Sher. It is my office; madam, pardon me. Elean. Elean, Ay, ay, farewel; thy office is discharg'd, Come, Stanley, fhall we go? Stan. Madam, your penance done, throw off this fheet, And go we to attire you for our journey, Go, lead the way, I long to fee my prison, [Exeunt, ACT III. SCENE I. At BUR Y. Enter King Henry, Queen, Cardinal, Suffolk, York, Buckingham, Salisbury and Warwick, to the Parliament. I K. HENRY. Mufe, my lord of Glofter is not come : Whate'er occafion keeps him from us now. Q. Mar. Can you not fee? or will you not observe The strangeness of his alter'd countenance? With what a majefty he bears himself, How infolent of late he is become, How peremptory and unlike himself! We know the time, fince he was mild and affable; That all the court admir'd him for fubmiffion, Small |