Suf. Resign it then, and leave thine insolence.
Since thou wert king, (as who is king, but thou?)
The commonwealth hath daily run to wreck;
The Dauphin hath prevail'd beyond the seas;
And all the peers and nobles of the realm
Have been as bondmen to thy sovereignty.
Car. The commons hast thou rack'd: the clergy's bags
Are lank and lean with thy extortions.
Som. Thy sumptuous buildings, and thy wife's attire,
Have cost a mass of public treasury.
Buck. Thy cruelty in execution,
Upon offenders, hath exceeded law,
And left thee to the mercy of the law.

Q. Mar. Thy sale of offices, and towns in France,
If they were known, as the suspect is great,-
Would make thee quickly hop without thy head.
[Exit Gloster. The Queen drops her fan.
Give me my fan: what, minion! can you not?

[Gives the Duchess a box on the ear.

I cry you mercy, madam; was it you?
Duch. Was't I? yea, I it was, proud Frenchwoman:
Could I come near your beauty with my nails,
I'd set my ten commandments in your face.
K. Hen. Sweet aunt, be quiet; 'twas against her will.
Duch. Against her will! Good king, look to't in time;
She'll hamper thee, and dandle thee like a baby:
Though in this place most master wear no breeches,
She shall not strike Dame Eleanor unreveng'd.
[Exit Duchess.

Buck. Lord Cardinal, I will follow Eleanor,
And listen after Humphrey, how he proceeds:
She's tickled now; her fame can need no spurs,
She'll gallop fast enough to her destruction.
[Exit Buckingham.

Re-enter GLOSTER.

Hor. An't shall please your majesty, I never said nor
thought any such matter: God is my witness, I am
falsely accused by the villain.

Pet. By these ten bones, my lords, [Holding up his
hands.] he did speak them to me in the garret one
night, as we were scouring my lord of York's armour.
York. Base dunghill villain, and mechanical,
I'll have thy head for this thy traitor's speech:-
I do beseech your royal majesty,
Let him have all the rigour of the law.

Hor. Alas, my lord, hang me, if ever I spake the words.
My accuser is my prentice; and when I did correct him
for his fault the other day, he did vow upon his knees
he would be even with me: I have good witness of this;
therefore, I beseech your majesty, do not cast away an
honest man for a villain's accusation.

H. Hen. Uncle, what shall we say to this in law?
Glo. This doom, my lord, if I may judge.
Let Somerset be regent o'er the French,
Because in York this breeds suspicion:
And let these have a day appointed them
For single combat in convenient place;
For he hath witness of his servant's malice:
This is the law, and this duke Humphrey's doom.
K. Hen. Then be it so.- -My lord of Somerset,
We make your grace lord regent o'er the French.
Som. I humbly thank your royal majesty.
Hor. And I accept the combat willingly.
Pet. Alas,my lord, I cannot fight, for God's sake, pity
my case! the spite of man prevaileth against me. O
Lord, have mercy upon me! I shall never be able to
fight a blow: O lord, my heart!

Glo. Now, lords, my choler being overblown,
With walking once about the quadrangle,
I come to talk of commonwealth affairs.
As for your spiteful false objections,
Prove them, and I lie open to the law:
But God in mercy so deal with my soul,
As I in duty love my king and country!
But to the matter that we have in hand: -
I say, my sovereign, York is meetest man
To be your regent in the realm of France.
Suf. Before we make election, give me leave
To show some reason of no little force,
That York is most unmeet of any man.
York. I'll tell thee, Suffolk, why I am unmeet.
First, for I cannot flatter thee in pride:
Next, if I be appointed for the place,
My lord of Somerset will keep me here,
Without discharge, money, or furniture,
Till France be won into the Dauphin's hands,
Last time, I danc'd attendance on his will,
Till Paris was besieg'd, famish'd, and lost.
War. That I can witness; and a fouler fact
Did never traitor in the land commit.
Suf. Peace, head-strong Warwick!
War. Image of pride, why should I hold my peace?
Enter Servants of SUFFOLK, bringing in HORNER

and PETER.

Suf. Because here is a man accus'd of treason:
Pray God, the duke of York excuse himself!
York, Doth any one accuse York for a traitor?
K. Hen. What mean'st thou, Suffolk? tell me
what are these?

Glo. Sirrah, or you must fight, or else be hang'd. K. Hen. Away with them to prison: and the day Of combat shall be the last of the next month.Come, Somerset, we'll see thee sent away. [Exeunt.

:

Suf. Please it your majesty, this is the man
That doth accuse his master of high treason:
His words were these; that Richard, duke of York,
Was rightful heir unto the English crown;
And that your majesty was an usurper.
K. Hen. Say, man, were these thy words?

SCENE IV. The same. The Duke of GLOSTER'S
garden.

Enter MARGERY JOURDAIN, HUME, SOUTHWELL,
BOLINGBROKE.

and

Hume. Come, my masters; the duchess, I tell you,
expects performance of your promises.
Boling. Master Hume, we are therefore provided.
Will her ladyship behold and hear our exorcisms?
Hume. Ay! what else? fear you not her courage.
Boling. I have heard her reported to be a woman of
an invincible spirit: but it shall be convenient, master
Hume, that you be by her aloft, while we be busy be-
low; and so, I pray you, go in God's name, and leave
us. [Exit Hume.] Mother Jourdain, be you prostrate,
and grovel on the earth :-John Southwell, read you;
and let us to our work.

Enter Duchess, above.
Duch. Well said, my masters; and welcome all.
To this geer; the sooner the better.
Boling. Patience, good lady; wizards know their

times:

Deep night, dark night, the silent of the night,
The time of night when Troy was set on fire;
The time when screech-owls cry, and ban-dogs howl,
And spirits walk, and ghosts break up their graves,
That time best fits the work we have in hand.
Madam, sit you, and fear not; whom we raise,
We will make fast within a hallow'd verge.
[Here they perform the ceremonies apper
taining, and make the circle; Boling-
broke, or Southwell, reads, Conjuro te,
etc. It thunders and lightens terribly;
then the Spirit riseth,

Spir. Adsum.
M. Jourd. Asmath,

By the eternal God, whose name and power

T

F

B

F

Thou tremblest at, answer that I shall ask;
For, till thou speak, thou shalt not pass from hence.
Spir.Ask what thou whilt:-that I had said and done!
Boling. First, of the king.-What shall of him be-
come?
[Reading out of a paper.
Spir. The duke yet lives, that Henry shall depose;
But him outlive, and die a violent death.

[As the Spirit speaks, Southwell writes

the answer.

Boling. What fate awaits the duke of Suffolk?
Spir. By water shall he die, and take his end.
Boling. What shall befall the duke of Somerset?
Spir. Let him shun castles;

Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains
Than where castles mounted stand.
Have done, for more I hardly can endure.
Boling. Descend to darkness, and the burning lake:
False fiend, avoid!

[Thunder and lightning. Spirit descends. Enter YORK and BUCKINGHAM, hastily, with their Guards, and Others.

York. Lay hands upon these traitors, and their trash!
Beldame, I think, we watch'd you at an inch.
What, madam, are you there? the king and com-
monweal

Are deeply indebted for this piece of pains;
My lord protector will, I doubt it not,

See

this?

you well guerdon'd for these good deserts.
Duch. Not half so bad as thine to Englands king,
Injurious duke; that threat'st where is no cause.
Buck. True, madam, none at all. What call you
[Shewing her the papers.
Away with them; let them be clapp'd up close,
And kept asunder. You, madam, shall with us:
Stafford,take her to thee.-[Exit Duchess from above.
We'll see your trinkets here all forthcoming;
All-Away [Exeunt Guards, with South. Boling, etc.
York. Lord Buckingham, methinks, you watch'd

her well:

A pretty plot, well chosen to build upon!
Now, pray, my lord, let's see the devil's writ.
What have we here?

The duke yet lives that Henry shall depose;
But him outlive, and die a violent death.
Why, this is just,

Aio te, Aeacida Romanos vincere posse.
Well, to the rest:

[Reads.

Tell me, what fate awaits the duke of Suffolk?
By water shall he die, and take his end. -
What shall betide the duke of Somerset?
Let him shun castles;

Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains,
Than where castles mounted stund.
Come, come, my lords;

These oracles are hardily attain❜d,

And hardly understood.

The king is now in progress toward Saint Albans,
With him the husband of this lovely lady:
Thither go these news, as fast as horse can carry them;
A sorry breakfast for my lord protector.
Buck. Your grace shall give me leave, my lord of York,
To be the post, in hope of his reward.
York. At your pleasure, my good lord. - Who's
within there, ho!

Enter a Servant.
Invite my lords of Salisbury, and Warwick,
Το sup with me to-morrow night.-Away! [Exeunt.

Q. Mar. Believe me, lords, for flying at the brook,
I saw not better sport these seven years' day;
Yet, by your leave, the wind was very high;
And, ten to one, old Joan had not gone out.
K. Hen. But what a point, my lord, your falcon made,
And what a pitch she flew above the rest!

To see how God in all his creatures works!

Yea, man and birds are fain of climbing high.
Suf. No marvel, an it like your majesty,
My lord protector's hawks do tower so well;
They know their master loves to be aloft,
And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch.
Glo. My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind,
That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.
Car. I thought as much; he'd be above the clouds.
Glo. Ay, my lord cardinal; how think you by that?
Were it not good, your grace could fly to heaven?
K. Hen. The treasury of everlasting joy!
Car. Thy heaven is on earth; thine eyes and thoughts
Beat on a crown, the treasure of thy heart;
Pernicious protector, dangerous peer,
That smooth'st it so with king and commonweal!
Glo. What, cardinal, is your priesthood grown per-
émptory?

Tantaene animis coelestibus irae?
Churchmen so hot? Good uncle, hide such malice;
With such holiness can you do it?

Suf. No malice, sir; no more than well becomes
So good a quarrel, and so bad a peer.
Glo. As who, my lord?

Suf. Why, as you, my lord;
An't like your lordly lord-protectorship.
Glo. Why, Suffolk, England knows thine insolence.
Q. Mar. And thy ambition, Gloster.
K. Hen. I pr'ythee, peace,

Good queen; and whet not on these furious peers,
For blessed are the peacemakers on earth.
Car. Let me be blessed for the peace I make,
Against this proud protector, with my sword!
Glo. 'Faith, holy uncle, 'would 'twere come to that!
[Aside to the Cardinal.
Car. Marry, when thou dar'st,
[Aside.
Glo. Make up no factious numbers for the matter,
In thine own person answer thy abuse. [Aside.
Car.Ay, where thou dar'st not peep: an if thou dar'st,
This evening on the east side of the grove.
K. Hen. How now, my lords?

Car. Believe me, cousin Gloster,

[Aside.

Had not your man put up the fowl so suddenly,
We had had more sport. Come with thy two-hand
[Aside to Glo.

sword.

Glo. True, uncle.

Car. Are you advis'd?- the east side of the grove?
Glo. Cardinal, I am with you.

[Aside.

K. Hen. Why, how now, uncle Gloster?
Glo. Talking of hawking; nothing else, my lord. -
Now, by God's mother, priest, I'll shave your crown
for this,

Or ali my feuce shall fail.

Car. Medice teipsum;

[Aside.

[Aside.

Protector, see to't well, protect yourself.
K. Hen. The winds grow high; so do your stomachs,

Glo. What means this noise?
Fellow, what miracle dost thou proclaim?
Inhab. A miracle! a miracle!

Suf. Come to the king, and tell him what miracle.
Inhab. Forsooth, a blind man at Saint Albans' shrine,

Within this half hour, hath receiv'd his sight;
A man, that ne'er saw in his life before.

K. Hen. Now, God be prais'd! that to believing souls
Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair!
Enter the Mayor of SAINT ALBANS, and his Bre-
thren; and SIMPCOX, borne between two persons in
a chair; his wife and a great multitude following.
Car. Here come the townsmen in procession,
To present your highness with the man.

K. Hen. Great is his comfort in this earthly vale,
Although by his sight his sin be multiplied.
Glo. Stand by, my masters, bring him near the king.
His highness' pleasure is to talk with him.

K. Hen. Good fellow, tell us here the circumstance,
That we for thee may glorify the Lord.
What, hast thou been long blind, and now restor❜d?
Simp. Born blind, an't please your grace.
Wife. Ay, indeed, was he.

Suf. What woman is this?

Wife. His wife, an't like your worship.

Simp. Saunder Simpcox, an if it please you, master.
Glo. Then, Saunder, sit thou there, the lyingest knave
In Christendom. If thou hadst been born blind,
Thou might'st as well have known our names, as thus
To name the several colours we do wear.
Sight may distinguish of colours; but suddenly
To nominate them all, 's impossible. -
My lords, Saint Alban here hath done a miracle:
And would ye not think that cunning to be great,
That could restore this cripple to his legs?
Simp. O, master, that you could!
Glo. My masters of Saint Albans, have you not bead-
les in your town, and things called whips?
May. Yes, my lord, if it please your grace.
Glo. Then send for one presently.
May. Sirrah, go fetch the beadle hither straight.
[Exit an Attendant.
Glo. Now fetch me a stool hither by and by. [A stool
brought out.] Now, sirrah, if you mean to save your-
self from whipping, leap me over this stool, and run

Glo. Had'st thou been his mother, thou could'st have away. better told.

K. Hen. Where wert thou born?

Simp. At Berwick, in the north, an't like your grace.
K. Hen. Poor soul! God's goodness hath been great

But still remember what the Lord hath done.
Q. Mar. Tell me, good fellow, cam'st thou here by
chance,

Or of devotion, to this holy shrine?

Simp. God knows, of pure devotion; being call'd
A hundred times, and oftener, in my sleep
By good Saint Alban; who said, Simpcox, come;
Come, offer at my shrine, and I will help thee.
Wife. Most true, forsooth; and many time and oft
Myself have heard a voice to call him so.
Cur. What, art thou lame?

Simp. Ay, God Almighty help me!
Suf. How cam'st thou so?

Simp. A fall off of a tree.

Wife. A plum-tree, master.

Glo. How long hast thou been blind?

Simp. O, born so, master.

Glo. What, and would'st climb a tree?
Simp. But that in all my life, when I was a youth.
Wife. Too true; and bought his climbing very dear.
Glo. Mass, thou lov'dst plums well, that would'st

venture so.

Simp. Alas, good master, my wife desir'd some damsons,

And made me climb, with danger of my life.

Glo. A subtle knave! but yet it shall not serve.—
Let me see thine eyes ;-wink now; -now open them:-
In my opinion yet thou see'st not well.

Simp. Yes, master, clear as day; I thank God and
Saint Alban.

Glo. Say'st thou me so? What colour is this cloak of?
Simp. Red, master; red as blood.

Glo. Why, that's well said. What colour is my
gown of?

Simp. Black, forsooth; coal-black, as jet.
K.Hen.Why then, thou know'st what colour jet is of?
Suf. And yet, I think, jet did he never see.
Glo. But cloaks, and gowns, before this day, a many.
Wife. Never, before this day, in all his life.
Glo. Tell me, sirrah, what's my name?
Simp. Alas, master, I know not.

Glo. What's his name?

Simp. I know not.

Glo. Nor his?

Simp. No, indeed, master.

Glo. What's thine own name?

Simp. Alas, master, I am not able to stand alone: You go about to torture me in vain.

Re-enter Attendant, with the Beadle. Glo. Well, sir, we must have you find your legs.-Sirrah beadle, whip him till he leap over that same stool. Bead. I will, my lord.-Come ou, sirrah; off with your doublet quickly.

Simp. Alas, master, what shall I do? I am not able to stand.

[After the Beadle hath hit him once, he leaps over the stool,and runs away; and the People follow, and cry, A Miracle! K. Hen. O God, see'st thou this, and bear'st so long? Q. Mar. It made me laugh, to see the villain run. Glo. Follow the knave; and take this drab away. Wife. Alas, sir, we did it for pure need. Glo. Let them be whipped through every market town, till they come to Berwick, whence they came. [Exeunt Mayor, Beadle, Wife, etc. Gar. Duke Humphrey has done a miracle to-day. Suf. True; made the lame to leap, and fly away. Glo. But you have done more miracles than I; You made, in a day, my lord, whole towns to fly. Enter BUCKINGHAM.

-

K. Hen. What tidings with our cousin Buckingham?
Buck. Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold.
A sort of naughty persons, lewdly bent,
Under the countenance and confederacy
Of lady Eleanor, the protector's wife,
The ringleader and head of all this rout,
Have practis'd dangerously against your state,
Dealing with witches, and with conjurers:
Whom we have apprehended in the fact;
Raising up wicked spirits from under ground,
Demanding of king Henry's life and death,
And other of your highness' privy council,
As more at large your grace shall understand.
Car. And so, my lord protector, by this means
Your lady is forthcoming yet at London.
This news, I think, hath turn'd your weapon's edge;
'Tis like, my lord, you will not keep your hour.
[Aside to Gloster.

Glo. Ambitious churchman, leave to afflict my heart!
Sorrow and grief have vanquish'd all my powers:
And, vanquish'd as I am, I'yield to thee,
Or to the meanest groom.

K. Hen.O God, what mischiefs work the wicked ones;
Heaping confusion on their own heads thereby!
Q. Mar. Gloster, see here the tainture of thy nest;
And, look, thyself be faultless, thou wert best.
Glo. Madam, for myself, to heaven I do appeal,
How I have lov'd my king, and commonweal:

And, for my wife, I know not how it stands;
Sorry I am to hear what I have heard:
Noble she is; but if she have forgot
Honour and virtue, and convers'd with such
As, like to pitch, defile nobility,

I banish her my bed, and company;
And give her, as a prey, to law, and shame,
That hath dishonour'd Gloster's honest name.
K. Hen. Well, for this night, we will repose us here:
To-morrow, toward London, back again,
To look into this business thoroughly,
And call these foul offenders to their answers:
And poise the cause in justice' equal scales,
Whose beam stands sure, whose rightful cause pre-
[Flourish. Exeunt.
SCENE II. - London. The Duke of YORK's garden.
Enter YORK, SALISBURY, and Warwick,
York. Now,my good lords of Salisbury and Warwick,
Our simple supper ended, give me leave,
In this close walk to satisfy myself,

vails.

In craving your opinion of my title,

Which is infallible, to England's crown.

Sal. My lord, I long to hear it at full.

Henry doth claim the crown from John of Gaunt,
The fourth son; York claims it from the third:
Till Lionel's issue fails, his should not reign:

It fails not yet; but flourishes in thee,
And in thy sons, fair slips of such a stock. -
Then, father Salisbury, kneel we both together;
And, in this private plot, be we the first,
That shall salute our rightful sovereign
With honour of his birthright to the crown.
Both. Long live cur sovereign Richard, England's
king!

York. We thank you, lords! But I am not your king
Till I be crown'd; and that my sword be stain'd
With heart-blood of the house of Lancaster:
And that's not suddenly to be perform'd;
But with advice, and silent secrecy.
Do you, as I do, in these dangerous days,
Wink at the duke of Suffolk's insolence,
At Beaufort's pride, at Somerset's ambition,
At Buckingham, and all the crew of them,
Till they have snar'd the shepherd of the flock,
That virtuous prince, the good duke Humphrey :
'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.
York. Then thus:-

Edward the Third, my lords, had seven sons:
The first, Edward the Black Prince, prince of Wales;
The second, William of Hatfield; and the third,
Lionel, duke of Clarence; next to whom,
Was John of Gaunt, the duke of Lancaster,
The fifth, was Edmond Langley, duke of York;
The sixth,was Thomas of Woodstock,duke of Gloster;
William of Windsor was the seventh and last.
Edward, the Black Prince, died before his father;
And left behind him Richard, his only son,
Who, after Edward the Third's death, reign'd as king:
Till Henry Bolingbroke, duke of Lancaster.
The eldest son and heir of John of Gaunt,
Crown'd by the name of Henry the Fourth,
Seiz'd on the realm; depos'd the rightful king;
Sent his poor queen to France, from whence she came,
And him to Pomfret; where, as all you know,
Harmless Richard was murder'd traitorously.
War. Father, the duke hath told the truth;
Thus got the house of Lancaster the crown.
York. Which now they hold by force, and not by right;
For Richard, the first son's heir being dead,
The issue of the next son should have reign'd.
Sal. But William of Hatfield died without an heir.
York. The third son, duke of Clarence, (from whose

line

I claim the crown,) had issue-Philippe, a daughter
Who married Edmund Mortimer, earl of March:
Edmund had issue-Roger, earl of March;
Roger had issue-Edmund, Anne, and Eleanor.
Sal. This Edmund, in the reign of Bolingbroke,
As I have read, laid claim unto the crown ;
And, but for Owen Glendower, had been king,
Who kept him in captivity, till he died.
But, to the rest.

York. His eldest sister, Anne,

My mother, being heir unto the crown,
Married Richard, earl of Cambridge; who was son
To Edmund Langley, Edward the Third's fifth son.
By her I claim the kingdom: she was heir
To Roger, earl of March; who was the son
Of Edmund Mortimer; who married Philippe,

Sole daughter unto Lionel, duke of Clarence:
So, if the issue of the elder son

Succeed before the younger, I am king.

Sal. My lord, break we off; we know your mind

at full.

War. My heart assures me, that the earl of Warwick
Shall one day make the duke of York a king.
York. And, Nevil, this I do assure myself,
Richard shall live to make the earl of Warwick
The greatest man in England, but the king. [Exeunt.
SCENE III. The same. A hall of justice.
Trumpets sounded. Enter King HENRY, Queen
MARGARET, GLOSTER, YORK, SUFFOLK, and SALIS-
BURY; the Duchess of GLOSTER, MARGERY Jour-
DAIN, SOUTHWELL, HUME, and BOLINGBROKE, under
guard.

K. Hen. Stand forth, dame Eleanor Cobham, Glo-
ster's wife:

In sight of God, and us, your guilt is great;
Receive the sentence of the law, for sins
Such as by God's book are adjudg'd to death.-
You four, from hence to prison back again;

[To Jourd. etc.

From thence, unto the place of execution:
The witch in Smithfield shall be burn'd to ashes,
And you three shall be strangled on the gallows.
You, madam, for you are more nobly born,
Despoiled 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.
Duch. Welcome is banishment, welcome were my

death.

Glo. Eleanor, the law, thou seest, hath judged thee;
I cannot justify whom the law condemns.
[Exeunt the Duchess, and the other pri-
soners, guarded.

Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief.
Ah, Humphrey, this dishonour in thine age
Will bring thy head with sorrow to the ground!
I beseech your majesty, give me leave to go;
Sorrow would solace, and mine age would ease.
K. Hen. Stay, Humphrey duke of Gloster: ere
thou go,

Give up thy staff; Henry will to himself
Protector be: and God shall be my hope,
My stay, my guide, and lantern to my feet;
And go in peace, Humphrey; no less belov'd,
Than when thou wert protector to thy king.
Q. Mar. I see no reason, why a king of years
God and king Henry govern England's helm:

War. What plain proceedings are more plain than Should be to be protected like a child.

this?

York. Take away his weapon. Fellow, thank
God, and the good wine in thy master's way.
Peter. O God! have I overcome mine enemies in this
presence? O Peter, thou hast prevailed in right!
K. Hen. Go, take hence that traitor from our sight;
For, by his death, we do perceive his guilt:
And God, in justice, hath reveal'd to us
The truth and innocence of this poor fellow,
Which he had thought to have murder'd wrongfully.-
Come, fellow, follow us for thy reward. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV. The same. A street.
Enter GLOSTER and Servants, in mourning cloaks.
Glo. Thus,sometimes, hath the brightest day a cloud;
And, after summer, ever more succeeds
Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold:
So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.-
Sirs, what's o'clock?

Serv. Ten, my lord.

Glo. Ten is the hour that was appointed me,
To watch the coming of my punish'd duchess:
Uneath may she endure the flinty streets,
To tread them with her tender-feeling feet.
Sweet Nell, ill can thy noble mind abrook
The abject people, gazing on thy face,
With envious looks still laughing at thy shame;
That erst did follow thy proud chariot wheels,
When thou didst ride in triumph through the streets.
But, soft! I think, she comes; and I'll prepare
My tear-stain'd eyes to see her miseries.
Enter the Duchess of GLOSTER in a white sheet,
with papers pinn'd upon her back, her feetbare,
and a taper burning in her hand; Sir JOHN
STANLEY, a Sheriff, and Officers.

Serv. So please your grace, we'll take her from the
sheriff.

Glo. No, stir not, for your lives; let her pass by; Duch. Come you, my lord, to see my open shame? 2 Neigh. And here, neighbour, here's a cup of char-Now thou dost penance too. Look, how they gaze!

Sal. Thump! then see thou thump thy master well. Hor. Masters, I am come hither, as it were, upon my man's instigation, to prove him a knave, and myself an honest man: and touching the duke of York, 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 Ascapart. York. Despatch; this knave's tongue begins to double, Sound trumpets, alarum to the combatants.

But be thou mild, and blush not at my shame;
Nor stir at nothing, till the axe of death
Hang over thee, as, sure, it shortly will.
For Suffolk, he, that can do all in all,
With her that hateth thee, and hates us all,-
Aud York, aud impious Beaufort, that false priest,
[Dies. Have all lim'd bushes to betray thy wings,

[Alarum. They fight, and Peter strikes
down his Master.

Hor. Hold, Peter, hold! I confess, I confess

treason.