Both. Long live our fov'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 Somerfet's Ambition,
At Buckingham, and all the crew of them;
Till they have fnar'd the fhepherd of the flock.
That virtuous Prince, the good Duke Humphry,
'Tis that they seek; and they in feeking that
Shall feek their deaths, if York can prophefy.

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

SCENE V.

Changes to a Houfe near Smithfield.

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

K. Henry. ST.

TAND forth, Dame Eleanor Cobham,
Glofter's wife,

In fight of God and us your guilt is great;
Receive the fentence of the law for fins,
Such as by God's Book are adjudg'd to death.
-You four from hence to prifon back again;

[To the other prifoners.

From thence unto the place of execution.
The witch in Smithfield fhall be burn'd to ashes.
And you three fhall be ftrangled on the gallows.

-You,

-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 justify, whom law condemns.

[Exeunt Eleanor, and the others, guarded,
Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief.
Ah, Humphry! this difhonour 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; ere
thou go,

Give up thy staff; Henry will to himself
Protector be, and God fhall be my hope,
My ftay, 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 Glofter, scarce himself,
That bears fo fhrew'd a maim; two pulls at once;
His lady banish'd, and a limb loft off.

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

Suf. Thus drops this lofty pine, and hangs his
fprays;

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 please your Highness to behold the fight.

Q. Mar. Ay, good my Lord; for purpofely 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, 3
Or more afraid to fight, than is th' appellant,
The fervant of the armourer, my Lords.

SCENE VI.

Enter at one door the armourer and his neighbours, drinking to him fo much, that he is drunk; and he enters with a drum before him, and his staff with a fand

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worfe befiead,] In a

worfe plight.
with a Sand-bag faftened to
it.] As, according to the old
laws of duels, Knights were to
fight with the lance and fword;
fo thofe 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 fand. 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. WARBURTON.

bag

bag fastened to it; and at the other door his man, with a drum and fand-bag, and prentices drinking to

bim.

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

2 Neigh. And here, neighbour, here's a cup of charneco. 5

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 Pren. 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 laft 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 master, 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 Southampton fell upon Afcapart. &

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York. Difpatch. This knave's tongue begins to double. Sound trumpets; alarum to the combatants.

[They fight, and Peter firikes him down. Arm, Hold, Peter, hold; Iconfefs, I confefs trea

fon.

[Dies. York, Take away his weapon: fellow, thank God, and the good wine in thy mafter's way.

Peter. O God, have I overcome mine enemy in this prefence?

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,

[Excunt.

Afcapart was the giant of the

as Bevis of Southampton fell apon Afcapart.] I have added ftory. this from the old quarto. WARB.

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