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Suf. Resign it then, and leave thine insolence. Hor. An't shall please your majesty, I never said nor
Since thou wert king, (as who is king, but thou ?) thought aty such matter: God is my witness, I am
The commonwealth hath daily run to wreck; falsely accused by the villain.
The Dauphin hath prevail'd beyond the seas; Pet. By these ten boues, my lords, (Holding up his
And all the peers and nobles of the realm hands.] he did speak them to me in the garret one
Have been as bondmen to thy sovereignty.

night, as we were scouring my lord of York's armour. Car.The commons hast thou rack'd: the clergy's bags York. Base dunghill villaill

, and mechanical, Are lank and lean with thy extortions.

I'll liave thy head for this tlıy traitor's speech :Soin. Thy sumptuous buildings, and thy wi fe's attire, I do beseech your royal majesty, Have cost a mass of public treasury.

Let him have all the rigour of the law. Buck. Thy cruelty in execution,

Ilor. Alas, my lord, hang nie, ifever i spake the words. Upon offenders, hath exceeded law,

My accuser is my prentice; and when I did correct him And left thee to the mercy of the law.

for his fault the other day, he did vow upon his knees Q. Mar. Thy sale of offices, and towns in France, he would be even with me: I have good witness of this; If they were known, as the suspect is great, - therefore, I beseech your majesty, do not cast away an Would make thee quickly hop without thy head. honest man for a villain's accusation.

(Erit Gloster. The Queen drops her fun. H. Hen. Uncle, what shall we say to this in law? Give me my fan: what, minion! can you not? Glo. This doom, my lord, if I may judge.

(Gives the Duchess a box on the ear. Let Somerset be regent o'er the French, I cry you mercy, madam; was it you?

Because in York this breeds suspicion:
Duch. Was't i? yea, I it was, prond Frenchwoman : And let these have a day appointed them
Could I come near your beauty with my nails, For single combat in convenient place;
P'd set my ten commandments in your face. For he hath witness of his servant's malice:

K. Hen. Sweet aunt, be quiet;'twas against her will. This is the law, and this duke Humphrey's doom.
Duch. Against her will! Good king, look to't in time" ; K. Hen. Then be it so. My lord of Somerset,
She'll hamper thee, and dandle thee like a baby : We make your grace lord regent o'er the French.
Though in this place most master wear no breeches, Som. I humbly thauk your royal majesty.
She shall not strike Dame Eleanor unreveng'd. Hor. And I accept the combat willingly.

[Exit Duchess. Pet. Alas,my lord, I cannot fight; for God's sake, pity
Buck. Lord Cardinal, I will follow Lleanor, my case! the spite of man prevaileth against me. O
And listen after Humphrey, how he proceeds: Lord, have mercy upon me! I shall never be able to
She's tickled now; her fume can need no spurs, fight a blow: 0 lord, my heart !
She'll gallop fast enough to her destruction. Glo. Sirrah, or you must fight, or else be hang’d.

(Exit Buckingham. K. Hen. Away with them to prison: and the day Re-enter Gloster.

Of combat shall be the last of the next month. – Glo. Now, lords, my choler being overblown, Come, Somerset, we'll see thee sent away. (Exeunt. With walking once about the quadrangle, I come to talk of commonwealth affairs.

SCENE IV.

The same

me. The Duke of Gloster's As for your spiteful false objections,

garden. Prove them, and I lie open to the law :

Enter Margery Jourdain, Ilume, Southwell, and But God in mercy so deal with my soul,

BOLINGBROKE. As I in duty love my king and country!

Ilume. Come, my masters; the duchess, I tell you, But to the matter that we have in hand:

expects performance of your promises. I say, my sovereign, York is meetest man

Boling. Master Aume, we are therefore provided. To be your regent in the realm of France.

Will her ladyship behold and hear our exorcisms ? Suf. Before we make election, give me leave Hume. Ay! what else? fear you not her courage; To show some reason of no little force,

Boling. I have heard her reported to be a woman of That York is most unmeet of any man.

an invincible spirit: but it shall be convenient, master York. I'll tell thee, Sullolk, why I am unmeet. Hume, that yon be by her aloft, while we be busy beFirst, for I cannot flatter thee in pride:

low; and so, I pray you, go in God's name, and leave Next, if I be appointed for the place,

us. (Exit lume.) Mother Jourdain, be you prostrate, My lord of Somerset will keep me here,

and grovel on the earth :- John Southwell, read you; Without discharge, money, or furniture,

and let us to our work, Till France be won into the Dauphin's hands,

Enter Duchess, above. Last time, I danc'd attendance on his will,

Duch. Well said, my masters; and welcome all. Till Paris was besieg'd, famish'd, and lost. To this gecr; the sooner the better.

War. That I can witness; and a fouler fact Boling. Patience, good lady; wizards know their Did never traitor in the land commit.

times : Suf. Peace, head-strong Warwick!

Deep night, dark night, the silent of the night, War. Image of pride, why should I hold my peace? The time of night when Troy was set on fre; Enter Servants of Suffolk, bringing in HorseR The time when screech-owls cry, and ban-dogs howl

, and Peter,

And spirits walk, and ghosts break up their graves, Suf. Because here is a man accus'd of treason: That time best fits the work we have in hand. Pray God, the duke of York excuse himself!

Madamı, sit you, and fear not; whom we raise, York, Doth any one accuse York for a traitor ? We will make fast within a hallow'd verge, K. Hen. What mean'st thou, Suffolk? tell me:

(Here they perform the ceremonies apperwhat are these?

taining, and make the circle; Bolingo Suf. Please it your majesty, this is the man

broke, or Southwell, reads, Conjuro te, That doth accuse his master of high treason:

etc. It thunders and lightens terribly : His words were these; — that Richard, duke of York,

then the Spirit riseth, Was rightful heir onto the English crown;

Spir, Adsum.
And that your majesty was an usurper.

M. Jourd. Asmath,
K. Hen, Say, man, were these thy words? By the eternal God, whose name and power

Thon tremblest at, answer that I shall ask;

P. Mar. Believe me, lords, for flying at the brook, For, till thou speak, thou shalt not pass from hence. I saw not better sport these seven years' day;

Spir.Ask what thou whilt:-that I had said and done! Yet, by your leave, the wind was very high ; Boling. First, of the king:-What shall of him be- And, ten to one, old Joan had not gone out. come?

[Reading out of a paper. K. Hen. But what a point, my lord, your falcon made, Spir. The duke yet lives, that Henry shall depose; And what a pitch she flew above the rest! But him outlive, and die a violent death.

To see how God in all his creatures works!
(-4s the Spirit speaks, Southwell writes Yea, man and birds are fain of climbing high.
the answer.

Suf. No marvel, an it like your majesty,
Boling. What fate awaits the duke of Suffolk? My lord protector's hawks do tower so well;
Spir. By water shall he die, and take his end. They know their master loves to be aloft,
Boling. What shall befall the duke of Somerset? And bears his thonghts above his falcon's pitch.
Spir. Let him shun castles;

Glo. My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind,
Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains

That mounts no higher than a bird can soar. • Than where castles mounted stand.

Car. I thought as much; he'd be above the clouds. Have done, for more I hardly can endure.

Glo. Ay, my lord cardinal; how think you by that?
Boling. Descend to darkness, and the burning lake: Were it not good, your grace could fly to heaven?
False fiend, avoid!

K. Hen. The treasury of everlasting joy!
[Thunder and lightning. Spirit descends Car. Thy heaven is on earth; thine eyes and thoughts
Enter York and Buckingham, hastily, with their Beat on a crown, the treasure of thy heart;
Guards, and Others.

Pernicious protector,

ngerous peer,
York. Lay hands upon these traitors, and their trash! That smooth’st it so with king and commonweal!
Beldame, I think, we watch'd you at an inch. Glo. What, cardinal, is your priesthood grown per-
What, madam, are you there? the king and com emptory?
monweal

Tantaene animis coelestibus irae?
Are deeply indebted for this piece of pains; Churchmen so hot? Good uncle, hide such malice;
My lord protector will, I doubt it not,

With such holiness can you do it?
See you well guerdon'd for these good deserts. Suf. No malice, sir; no more than well becomes
Duch. Not half so bad as thine to Englands king, So good a quarrel, and so bad a peer.
Injurious duke; that threat'st where is no cause. Gio. As who, my lord ?
Buck. True, madam, none at all. What call you Suf: Why, as you, my lord;
this?

[Shewing her the papers. An't like your lordly lord-protectorship.
Away with them; let them be clapp'd up close, Glo. Whiy, Suffolk, England knows thine insolence.
And kept asunder. – You, madam, shall with us: Q. Mar. And thy ambition, Gloster.
Stafford, take her to thee.-[Exit Duchess from above.

K. Hen. I pr’ythee, peace,
We'll see your trinkets here all forthcoming; Good queen; and whet not on these furious peers,
All.-Away![Exeunt Guards, with South. Boling, etc. For blessed are the peacemakers on earth.
York. Lord Buchingham, methinks, you watch'd Car. Let me be blessed for the peace I make,
her well:

Against this proud protector, with my sword!
A pretty plot, well chosen to build upon!

Glo. ’Faith, holy uncle, 'would'twere come to that!
Now, pray, my lord, let's see the devil's writ.

( Aside to the Cardinal. What have we here? [Reads. Car. Marry, when thou dar'st,

[Aside. The duke yet lives that Henry shall depose; Glo. Make up no factious numbers for the matter, But him outlive, and die a violent death.

In thine own person answer thy abuse. [ Aside. Why, this is just,

Car.Ay, where thou dar'st not peep: an if thou dar'st, Aio te, Aeacida Romanos vincere posse.

This evening on the east side of the grove. [4side.
Well, to the rest:

K. Hen. How now, my lords?
Tell me, what fite awaits the duke of Suffolk ? Car. Believe me, cousin Gloster,
By water shall he die, and take his end.

Had not your man put up the fowl so suddenly,
What shall betide the duke of Somerset?

We had had more sport. - Come with thy two-hand
Let him shun castles ;

sword.

[Aside to Glo. Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains,

Glo. True, uncle.
Than where castles mounted stund.

Car. Are you advis'd ? - the east side of the grove?
Come, come, my lords ;

Glo. Cardinal, I am with you.

Aside.
These oracles are hardily attain'd,

K. Hen. Why, how now, uncle Gloster?
And hardly understood.

Glo. Talking of hawhing; nothing else, my lord. —
The king is now in progress toward Saint Albans, Now, God's mother, priest, I'll shave your crown
With him the husband of this lovely lady:

for this,
Thither
go these news, as fast as horse can carry them; Or all my fence shall fail.

[-Aside. A sorry breakfast for my lord protector.

Car. Medice teipsum;
Buck. Your grace shall give me leave, my lord of York, Protector, see to’t well, protect yourself. (Aside.
To be the post, in hope of his reward.

K. Hen. The winds grow high; so do your stomachs,
York. At your pleasure, my good lord. – Who's lords.
within there, ho!

How irksome is this music to my heart !
Enter a Servant.

When such strings jar, what hope of harmony?
Invite

my lords of Salisbury, and Warwick, I pray, my lords, let me compound this strife.
To sup with meto-morrow night. --Away! [Exeunt. Enter an Inhabitant of Saint Albans, crying, A

miracle!

Glo. What means this noise ?
ACT II.

Fellow, what miracle dost thon proclaim?
SCENE I. — Saint Albans.

Inhab. A miracle! a miracle!
Enter King Henry, Queen Margaret, Gloster, Car- suf. Come to the king, and tell him what miracle.
dinal, and Suffolk, with Falconers hollaing. Inhab. Forsooth, a blind man at Saint Albans' shrine,

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Within this half hour, hath receiv'd his sight; Simp. Saunder Simpcox, an if it please you, master.
A man, that ne'er saw in his life before.

Glo. Then, Saunder, sit thou there, the lyingest knarc
K. Hen. Now, God be prais'd! that to believing souls In Christendom. If thou hadst been born blind,
Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair! Thou might'st as well have known onr names, as thus
Enter the Mayor of Saint Albans, and his Bre-|To name the several colours we do wear.
thren; and Simpcox, borne between two persons in Sight may distinguish of colours; but suddenly
a chair; his wife and u great multitude following. To nominate them all, 's impossible. -
Car. Here come the townsmen in procession, My lords, Saint Alban here hath done a miracle:
To present your highness with the man.

And would ye not think that cuuning to be great,
K. Hen. Great is his com this earthly vale, That could restore this cripple to his legs?
Although by his sight his sin be multiplied. Simp. 0, master, that you could !

Glo. Stand by, my masters, bring him near the king. Glo. My masters of Saint Albans, have you not bead-
His highness' pleasure is to talk with him. les in your town, and things called whips?

K. Hen. Good fellow, tell us here the circumstance, May. Yes, my lord, if it please your grace.
That we for thee may glorify the Lord.

Glo. Then send for one presently.
What, hast thou been long blind, and now restor’d ? May. Sirrah, go fetch the beadle hither straight.
Simp. Born blind, au't please your grace.

[Exit an Attendant. Wife. Ay, indeed, was he.

Glo. Now fetch me a stool hither by and by. (A stool Suf. What woman is this?

brought out.] Now, sirrah, if you mean to save yourWife. His wife, an’t like your worship, self from whipping, leap me over this stool, and run It Gló. Had'st thou been his mother, thou could'st have away.

le better told. Simp. Alas, master, I am not able to stand alone:

V K. Hen. Where wert thou born?

You go about to torture me in vain. Simp. At Berwick, in the north, an't like your grace. Re-enter Attendant, with the Beadle. K. Hen. Poor soul! God's goodness hat been great Glo. Well, sir, we must have yon find your legs.--Sir 7 to thee:

rah beadle, whip him till he leap over ihat same stool. Let never day nor night unhallow'd pass,

Beud. I will, my lord.—Come on, sirrah; off with
But still remember what the Lord hath done. your doublet quickly.
Q. Mar. Tell me, good fellow, cam'st thou here by Simp. Alas, master, what shall I do? I am not
chance,

able to stand. Or of devotion, to this holy shrine?

(After the Beadle hath hit him once, he Simp. God knows, of pure devotion; being callid

leaps over the stool,undruns away; and A hundred times, and oftener, in my sleep

the People follow, and cry, A Miracle! By good Saint Alban; who said, - Simpcox, come;

K. Hen. O God, see'st thou this, and bear'st so long?
Come, offer at my shrine, and I will help thee, Q. Mar. It made me laugh, to see the villain run.

Wife. Most true, forsooth; and many time and oft Glo. Follow the knave; and take this drab away.
Myself have heard a voice to call him so.

Wife. Alas, sir, we did it for pure need.
Cur. What, art thou lame ?

Gló. Let them be whipped through every market Simp. Ay, God Almighty help me!

town, till they come to Berwick, whence they came. Suf. How cam’st thou so?

[Exeunt Mayor, Beadle, It ise, etc. Simp. A fall off of a tree.

Gar. Duke Humphrey has done a miracle to-day. Wife. A plum-tree, master.

Suf. True; made the lame to leap, and fly away. Glo. How long hast thou been blind?

Glo. But you have done more miracles than 1; Simp. 0, born so, master.

You made, in a day, my lord, whole towns to fly. Glo. What, and would'st climb a tree?

Enter BUCKINGHAM. Simp. But that in all my life, when I was a youth. K. Hen. What tidings with our cousin Buckingham? Wife. Too true; and bought his climbing very dear. Buck. Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold. Gló. Mass, thou lov'dst plums well, that would’st A sort of naughty persons, lewdly bent,

Under the countenance and confederacy Simp. Alas, good master, my wife desir'd some of lady Eleanor, the protector's wise, damsons,

The ringleader and head of all this rout,
And made me climb, with danger of my life. Have practis'd dangerously against your state,

Glo. A subtle knave! but yet it shall not serve. — Dealing with witches, and with conjurers :
Let me see thine eyes ;-wink now;- now open them :- Whom we have apprehended in the fact;
In my opinion yet thou see'st not well.

Raising up wicked spirits from under ground,
Simp. Yes, master, clear as day; I thank God and Demanding of king Henry's life and death,
Saint Alban.

And other of your highness' privy council,
Glo. Say’st thou meso? What colour is this cloak of? As more at large your grace shall understand.
Simp. Ped, master; red as blood.

Car. And so, my lord protector, by this means Glo. Why, that's well said. What colour is my Your lady is forthcoming yet at London.

This news, I think, hath turn'd your weapon's edge; Simp. Black, forsooth; coal-black, as jet. 'Tis like, my lord, you will not keep your hour. K.Ilen. Why then, thou know'st what colourjet is of? Suf. And yet, I think, jet did he never see. Glo. Ambitious churchman, leave to afflict my heart! Gio. But cloaks, and gowns, before this day, a many. Sorrow and grief have vanquish'd all my powers: Wife. Never, before this day, in all his life. And, vanquish'd as I am, I yield to thee, Gio. Tell me, sirrah, what's my name?

Or to the meanest groom. Simp. Alas, master, I know not.

K. Ilen.O God, what mischiefs work the wicked ones Gło. What's his name?

Heaping confusion on their own heads thereby! Simp. I know not.

Q. Mar. Gloster, see here the tainture of thy nest Glo. Nor his?

And, look, thyself be faultless, thou wert best. Simp. No, indeed, master.

Glo. Madam, for myself, to heaven I do appeal, Glo. What's thine own name?

How I have lov'd my king, and commonweal:

venture so.

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And, for my wife, I know not how it stands; Henry doth claim the crown from John of Gaunt,
Sorry I am to hear what I have heard:

The fourth son; York claims it from the third :
Noble she is; but if she have forgot

Till Lionel's issue fails, his should not reign:
Honour and virtue, and convers'd with such It fails not yet; but flourishes in thee,
As, like to pitch, defile nobility,

And in thy sons, fair slips of such a stock. -
I banish her my bed, and company;

Then, father Salisbury, kneel we both together;
And give her, as a prey, to law, and shame, And, in this private plot, be we the first,
That hath dishonour'd Gloster's honest name. That shall salute our rightful sovereign
K. Hen. Well, for this night, we will repose us here: With honour of his birthright to the crown.
To-morrow, toward London, back again,

Both. Long live vir sovereign Richard, England's
To look into this business thoroughly,

king! And call these foul oflenders to their answers: York. We thank you, lords ! But I am not your king And poise the cause in justice' equal scales, Till I be crown'd; and that my sword be stain'd Whose beam stands sure, whose rightful cause pre- With heart-blood of the house of Lancaster : vails.

(Flourish. Exeunt. And that's not suddenly to be perform’d;
SCENE II. London. The Duke of York's garden. But with advice, and silent secrecy.

Enter York, SALISBURY, and WARWICK, Do you, as I do, in these dangerous days,
York. Now,my good lords of Salisbury and Warwick, Wiuk at the duke of Suffolk's insolence,
Our simple supper ended, give me leave,

At Beaufort's pride, at Somerset's ambition,
In this close walk to satisfy myself,

At Buckingham, and all the crew of them,
In craving your opinion of my title,

Till they have snar'd the shepherd of the flock,
Which is infallible, to England's crown.

That virtuous prince, the good duke Humphrey: Sal. My lord, I long to hear it at full.

'Tis that they seek; and they, in seeking that, War. Sweet York, begin: and if thy claim be good, Shall find their deaths, if York can prophesy. The Nevils are thy subjects to command.

Sal. My lord, break we off; we know your mind
York. Then thus:-

at full.
Edward the Third, my lords, had seven sons : War. My heart assures me, that the earl of Warwick
The first, Edward the Black Prince, prince of Wales ; Shall one day make the duke of York a king.
The second, William of Hatfield; and the third, l'ork. And, Nevil, this I do assure myself,
Lionel, duke of Clarence; next to whom,

Richard shall live to make the earl of Warwick
Was John of Gaunt, the duke of Lancaster, The greatest man in England, but the king. (Exeunt.
The fifth, was Edmond Langley, duke of York; SCENE III.

The same. A hall of justice.
The sixth,was Thomas of Woodstock,duke of Gloster; Trumpets sounded. Enter King Henry, Queen
William of Windsor was the seventh and last. MARGARET, Gloster, YORK, SUFFOLK, and Salis-
Edward, the Black Prince, died before his father; BURY; the Duchess of Gloster, Margery Jour-
And left behind him Richard, his only son,

dain, SOUTHWELL, Hume, and BOLINGBROKE, under
Who, after Edward the Third's death, reign'd as king: guard.
Till Henry Boling broke, duke of Lancaster. K. Hen. Stand forth, dame Eleanor Cobham, Glo-
The eldest son and heir of John of Gaunt,

ster's wife :
Crown'd by the name of Henry the Fourth, In sight of God, and us, your guilt is great;
Seiz'd on the realm ; depos'd the rightful king; Receive the sentence of the law, for sins
Sent his poor queen to France, from whence she came, such as by God's book are adjudg’d to death.-
And him to Pomfret; where, as all you know, You four, from hence to prison back again;
Harmless Richard was murder'd traitorously.

(To Jourd. etc.
War. Father, the duke hath told the truth; From thence, unto the place of execution:
Thus got the house of Lancaster the crown. The witch in Smithfield shall be burn'd to ashes,

York. Which now they hold by force, and not by right; And you three shall be strangled on the gallows. –
For Richard, the first son's heir being dead, You, madam, for you are more nobly born,
The issue of the next son should have reign'd. Despoiled of your honour in your life,

Sal, But William of Hatfield died without an heir. Shall, after three days' open penance done,
York. The third son, duke of Clarence, (from whose Live in your country here, in banishment,
line

With sir John Stanley, in the isle of Man.
I claim the crown,) had issue-Philippe, a daughter Duch. Welcome is bauishment, welcome were my
Who married Edmund Mortimer, earl of March:

death.
Edmund had issue-Roger, earl of March;

Glo. Eleanor, the law, thou seest, hath judged thee;
Roger had issue-Edmund, Anne, and Eleanor. I cannot justify whom the law condemns.
Sal. This Edmund, in the reign of Bolingbroke,

[Exeunt the Duchess, and the other priAs I have read, laid claim unto the crown;

soners, guarded.
And, but for Owen Glendower, had been king, Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief.
Who kept him in captivity, till he died.

Ah, Humphrey, this dishonour in thine age
But, to the rest.

Will bring thy head with sorrow to the ground!
York. His eldest sister, Anne,

I beseech your majesty, give me leave to go;
My mother, being heir unto the crown,

Sorrow would solace, and mine age would ease.
Married Richard, earl of Cambridge; who was son K. Hen. Stay, Humphrey duke of Gloster: ere
To Edmand Langley, Edward the Third's fifth son.
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,
of 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 years
War. What plain proceedings are more plain than should be to be protected like a child. –
this?

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York. Take away his weapon.

Fellow, thank
Glo. My staff? — here, noble Henry, is my staff : God, and the good wine in thy master's way.
As willingly do I the same resign,

Peier. O God! havel overcome mine enemies in this
As e'er thy father Henry made it mine;

presence? O Peter, thou hast prevailed in right! And even as willingly at thy feet I leave it,

K. Hen. Go, take hence that traitor from our sight; 1 As others would ambitiously receive it.

For, by his death, we tlo perceive his guilt: Farewell, good king! When I am dead and gone, And God, in justice, hath reveal'd to us

A: May honourable peace attend thy throne! (Exit. The truth and innocence of this poor fellow,

Q. Mar.Why,now is Henry king, and Margaret queen; Which he had thought to have murder'd wrongfully-
And Humphrey, duke of Gloster, scarce himself, Come, fellow, follow us for thy reward. (Exeunt.
Tha' bears so shrewd a maim ; two pulls at once, –
His lady banish'd, and a limb lopp'd off ;

SCENE IV. - The same. A street.

BE This staff of honour raught. — There let it stand, Enter Gloster and Servants , in mourning cloaks. Т. Where it best fits to be, in Henry's hand.

Glo. Thus,sometimes, hath the brightest day a cloud; I Sulf. Thus droops this lofty pine, and hangs his And, after summer, ever more succeeds

TI sprays;

Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold:
Thus Eleanor's pride dies in her youngest days.

So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet. –
York. Lords, let him go. - Please it your majesty, Sirs, what's o'clock?
This is the day appointed for the combat;
Serv. Ten, my lord.

6 And ready are the appellant and defendant, Glo. Ten is the hour that was appointed me,

Th The armourer and his man, to enter the lists, To watch the coming of my punish'd duchess : So please your highness to behold the light. Uneath may she endure the flinty streets, Q: Mar. Ay, good my lord ; for purposely therefore To tread them with her tender-feeling feet.

Le Left I the court, to see this quarrel tried.

Sweet Nell, ill can thy noble mind abrook
K. Hen. O'God's name, see the lists and all things fit; The abject people, gazing on thy face,
Here let them end it, and God defend the right! With envious looks still laughing at thy shame;
York. I never saw a fellow worse bested, That erst did follow thy proud chariot wheels,

1 Or more afraid to fight, than is the appellant,

When thou didst ride in triumph through the streets. The servant of this armourer, my lords.

But, soft! I think, she comes; and I'll prepare Enter, on one side, Honner, and his Neighbours, My tear-stain'd eyes to see her miseries.

drinking to him so much that he is drunk; and Enter the Duchess of Gloster in a white sheet,
he enters bearing his staff with a sand-bag fa with papers pinn'd upon her back, her feet bare, Y
stened to it; a drum before him: at the other and a taper burning in her hand; Sir Jous
side, Peter, with a drum and a similar stallo; STANLEY, a Sheril; and Officers.
accompanied by Prentices drinking to him. Serv, so please your grace, we'll take her from the
I Neigh. Here, neighbour Horner, I drink to

you
in

sherift.
a cup of sack; and fear not, neighbour, you shall do Glo. No, stir not, for your lives ; let her pass by.
well enough.

Duch. Come you, my lord, to see my open shame? 2 Neigh. And here, neighbour, here's a cup of char- Now thon dost penance too. Look, how they gaze!

See, how the giddy multitude do point, 3 Neigh. And here's a pot of good double beer, And nod their heads, and throw their eyes on thee! neighbour : drink, and fear not your man.

Ah, Gloster, hide thee from their hateful looks; Hor. Let it come, i' faith, and I'll pledge you all; And, in thy closet pent up, rue iny shame, and a fig for Peter!

And ban thine enemies, both mine and thine. 1 Pren. Here, Peter, I drink to thee; and be not afraid. Glo. Be patient, gentle Nell; forget this grief. 2 Pren. Be merry, Peter, and fear not thy master;

Duch. Ah, Gloster, teach me to forget myself: fight for credit of the prentices. .

For, whilst I think I am thy married wife, Peter. I thank you all: drink, and pray for me, I And thou a prince, protector of this land, pray you; for, I think, I have taken my last draught Methinks, I should not thus be led along in this world. Here, Robin, an if I die, I give thee Mail'd up in shame, with papers on my back; my apron; and, Will, thou shalt have my hammer: And followid with a rabble, that rejoice

and here, Tom, take all the money that I have.-0 To see my tears, and hear my deep-fet groans, Lord, bless me, I pray God! for I am never able to deal The ruthless flint doth cut my tender feet; with my master, he hath learnt so much fence already. And, when I start, the envious people laugh, Sal. Come, leave your drinking, and fall to blows. And bid me be advised how I tread. — Sirrah, what's thy name?

Ah, Humphrey, can I bear this shameful yoke? Peter. Peter, forsooth.

Trow'st thou, that e'er I'll look upon the world, Sal. Peter! what more?

Or count them happy, that enjoy the sun? Peter. Thump:

No; dark shall be my light, and night my day; Sal. Thump! then see thou thump thy master well. To think upon my pomp, shall be my

heil. Hor. Masters, I am come hither, as it were, upon Sometime I'll say, I am duke Humphrey's wife; my man's instigation, to prove him a knave, and And he a prince, and ruler of the land: myself an honest man: and touching the duke of Yet so he ruld, and such a prince he was, York, — will take my death, I never meant him any As he stood by, whilst I, his forlorn duchess, ill, nor the king, nor the queen: and therefore, Pe- Was made a wonder and a pointing-stock, ter, have at thee with a downright blow, as Bevis To every idle rascal follower. of Southampton fell upon Ascapart.

But be thou mild, and blush not at my shame; York.Despatch; this knave's tongue begins to double, Nor stir at nothing, till the axe of death Sound trumpets, alarum to the combatants.

Hang over thee, as, sure, it shortly will. [ Alarum. They fight, and Peter strikes For Suffolk, - he, that can do all in all, down his Muster,

With her that hateth thee, and hates us all, -Hor. Hold, Peter, hold! I confess, I confess treason. Aud York, aud impious Beaufort, that false priest,

(Dies. Have all lim'd bushes to betray thy wings,

neco.

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