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'Duch. Was't I? yea, I it was, proud French-'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.

K. 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! *shall never be able to fight a blow: O Lord, my * heart!


Could I come near your beauty with my nails, I'd set my ten commandments in your face.1 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 fume can need no spurs,
*She'll gallop fast enough to her destruction.
[Exit Buckingham.
Re-enter Gloster.

*Glo. Now, lords, my choler being over-blown, *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. *Suff. 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.

*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,

Suff. Peace, headstrong Warwick!


Enter Servants of Suffolk, bringing in Horner

War. Image of pride, why should I hold my * while we be busy below; and so, I pray you, go *in God's name, and leave us. [Exit Hume.] the earth :-* John Southwell, read you; and let Mother Jourdain, be you prostrate, and grovel on * us to our work.

and Peter.

Suff. 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?

Suff. Please it your majesty, this is the man
That doth accuse his master of high treason:
His words were these ;-that Richard, duke of

Was rightful heir unto the English crown;
And that your majesty was an usurper.


'K. Hen. Say, man, were these thy words? Hor. An't shall please your majesty, I never said nor thought any such matter: God is my witI am falsely accused by the villain. Pet. By these ten bones, my lords, [Holding his hands.] he did speak them to me in the up 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:

(1) The marks of her fingers and thumbs. (2) By exorcise Shakspeare invariably means to raise spirits, and not to lay them.

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. [Exe.
SCENE IV.-The same. The duke of Gloster's

Garden. Enter Margery Jourdain, Hume,
Southwell, and Bolingbroke.


* Hume. Come, my masters; the duchess, I tell you, expects performance of your promises. *Boling. Master Hume, we are therefore pro*vided: Will her ladyship behold and hear our * exorcisms ?2

*Hume. Ay; What else? fear you not her


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*For, till thou speak, thou shalt not pass from hence.

*Spir. Ask what thou wilt:-That I had said

and done!

Boling. First, of the king. What shall of him become? [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.

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Enter a Servant.

Invite my lords of Salisbury, and Warwick,
To sup with me to-morrow night.-Away! [Exe.


SCENE I-Saint Albans. Enter King Henry, Queen Margaret, Gloster, Cardinal, and Suffolk, with Falconers hollaing.

'Q. Mar. Believe me, lords, for flying at the brook,2

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 fain3 of climbing high. Suff. 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


'Beat on a crown,4 the treasure of thy heart; Pernicious protector, dangerous peer, That smooth'st it so with king and commonweal! 'Glo. What, cardinal, is your priesthood grow peremptory?

*Tantæne animis cœlestibus iræ?

Churchmen so hot? good uncle, hide such malice; 'With such holiness can you do it?

'Suff. No malice, sir; no more than well be


So good a quarrel, and so bad a peer. Glo. As who, my lord? Suff 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 peace-makers 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. [Aside. 'K. Hen. How now, my lords? 'Car. Believe me, cousin Gloster, Had not your man put up the fowl so suddenly, We had had more sport.-Come with thy twohand sword. [Aside to Gloster.

(3) Fond.

(4) i. e. Thy mind is working on a crown.

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*Car. Here come the townsmen on 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 born blind, and now restor❜d?
Simp. Born blind, an't please your grace.
Wife. Ay, indeed, was he.

Suff. What woman is this?
Wife. His wife, an't like your worship.
Glo. Had'st thou been his mother, thou could'st

have 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 to thee:

'Let never day nor night unhallow'd pass, • 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 fall off of a tree.

*Myself have heard a voice to call him so.
Car. What, art thou lame?
Ay, God Almighty help me!
Suff. How cam'st thou so?
Wife. A plum-tree, master.
How long hast thou been blind?
Simp. O, born so, master.
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


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

(1) Fence is the art of defence.

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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?

Suff. And yet, I think, jet did he never see.
Glo. But cloaks and gowns, before this day, a

*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?

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Glo. My masters of Saint Albans have you not beadles 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 yourself from whipping, leap me over this stool, and run away.

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 on, sirrah; off | SCENE II.-London. The duke of York's garwith your doublet quickly. den. Enter York, Salisbury, and Warwick.

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, seest thou this, and bear'st so long?

* Q. Mar. It made me laugh, to see the villain


*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 [Exeunt Mayor, Beadle, Wife, &c. 'Car. Duke Humphrey has done a miracle to-day. Suff. True; made the lame to leap, and fly



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K. Hen. What tidings with our cousin Buckingham?

'Buck. Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold. A sort of naughty persons, lewdly2 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 conjurors: 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!

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Glo. But you have done more miracles than I; • You made, in a day, my lord, whole towns to fly.


Enter Buckingham.

* 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:

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To-morrow, toward London, back again,
To look into this business thoroughly,

And call these foul offenders to their answers;
And poise4 the cause in justice' equal scales,
Whose beam stands sure, whose rightful cause
[Flourish. Exeunt.


(2) Wickedly.

York. Now, my good lords of Salisbury and


Our simple supper ended, give me leave,
In this close walk, to satisfy myself,

(1) A company.


In craving your opinion of my title, Which is infallible, to England's crown. *Sal. My lord, I long to hear it at full. War. Sweet York, begin: and if thy claim be good,

The Nevils are thy subjects to command.

York. Then thus:

Edward the Third, iny lords, had seven sons:

The first, Edward the Black Prince, prince of Wales;

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Lionel, duke of Clarence; next to whom,
The second, William of Hatfield; and the third,

Was John of Gaunt, the duke of Lancaster:

6 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;

The sixth, was Thomas of Woodstock, duke of The fifth, was Edmund Langley, duke of York;


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


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 For Richard, the first son's heir, being dead, by right; *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.

War. What plain proceedings are more plain

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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.-

(3) i. e. Your lady is in custody. (4) Weigh. $

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* 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, *Shall find their deaths, if York can prophesy. *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 do I assure myself,Richard shall live to make the earl of Warwick The greatest man in England but the king. [Exe. SCENE III.-The same. A hall of justice. Trumpets sounded. Enter King Henry, Queen Margaret, Gloster, York, Suffolk, and Salisbury; the Duchess of Gloster, Margery Jourdain, Southwell, Hume, and Bolingbroke, under guard.

K. Hen. Stand forth, dame Eleanor Cobham,

Gloster's wife :

• 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.

In sight of God, and us, your guilt is great;
Receive the sentence of the law, for sins
Such as by God's book adjudg'd to death.—
*You four, from hence to prison back again;
[To Jourd. &c.
*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 shall do well enough.

You, madam, for you are more nobly born,

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*Should be to be protected like a child.-
God and king Henry govern England's helm:
Give up your staff, sir, and the king his realm.

Glo. My staff?-here, noble Henry, is my staff:
As willingly do I the same resign,
As ere thy father Henry made it mine;
And even as willingly at thy feet I leave it,
As others would ambitiously receive it.
Farewell, good king: When I am dead and
May honourable peace attend thy throne! [Exit.
* Q. Mar. Why, now is Henry king, and Mar
garet queen;

*And Humphrey, duke of Gloster, scarce himself,
*That bears so shrewd a maim; two pulls at once,-
*His lady banish'd, and a limb lopp'd off;
*This staff of honour raught:3-There let it stand,
Where it best fits to be, in Henry's hand.
*Suff. Thus droops this lofty pine, and hangs
his sprays;

*Thus Eleanor's pride dies in her youngest days. 'York. Lords, let him go.-Please it your ma


This is the day appointed for the combat;
And ready are the appellant and defendant,
The armourer and his man, to enter the lists,
So please your highness to behold the fight.
*Q Mar. Ay, good my lord; for purposely


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

'K. Hen. O' God's name, see the lists and all things fit;

Here let them end it, and God defend the right! Or more afraid to fight, than is the appellant, * York. I never saw a fellow worse bested,4 *The servant of this armourer, my lords. Enter on one side, Horner, and his Neighbours, drinking to him so much that he is drunk; and he enters bearing his staff with a sand-bag fastened to it; a drum before him; at the other side, Peter, with a drum and a similar staff; accompanied by Prentices drinking to him.

1 Neigh. Here, neighbour Horner, I drink to you in a cup of sack; And fear not, neighbour,

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

* Glo. Eleanor, the law, thou seest, hath judged

*I cannot justify whom the law condemns.-
[Exeunt the Duchess, and the other prisoners,

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!-my I beseech your majesty, give me leave to go; Sorrow would solace, and mine age would ease.2 '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

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

Hor. 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 master; fight for 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, an if I die, I give thee my apron; and, Will, thou shalt have hammer :-and here, Tom, take all the money that I have.-O Lord, bless me, I pray God! for I am never able to deal with my master, he hath learnt so much fence already.

Sal. Come, leave your drinking, and fall to blows, -Sirrah, what's thy name?

Peter. Peter, forsooth.

Sal. Peter! what more?
Peter. Thump.

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,

(3) Reached. (4) In a worse plight.. (5) A sort of sweet wine.

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