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My mother, being heir unto the crown,
Married Richard Earl of Cambridge,
Who was the son to Edmond 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 Edmond Mortimer, who married Philip,
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 proceeding is more plain than this?
Henry doth claim the crown from John of Gaunt,
The fourth son ; York here claims it from the third.
Till Lionel's illiue fail, his should not reign :
It fails not yet, but flourisheth in thee
And in thy fons, fair flips of such a stock.
Then, father Salisbury, kneel we together,
And in this private plot be we the first,
That shall salute our rightful Sovereign
With honour of his birth-right to the crown.

Both. Long live our Sov’reign 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 filent secrecy. Do you, as I do, in these dang’rous days, Wink at the Duke of Suffolk's insolence, At Beauford'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 Humphry: 'Tis that they seek; and they in seeking that Shall seek their deaths, if York can prophecy.

Sal. My Lord, here break we off; we know your mind..

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

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SCENE changes to a House near to Smithfield. Sound Trumpets. Enter King Henry and Nobles; the

Duchess, Mother Jordan, Southwell, Hume, and Bo

lingbroke, under guard. K.H. STand forth, Dame Eleanor Cobham, Glo'fer's wife, STan

In fight of God and us your guilt is great ;
Receive the sentence of the law for fins,
Such as by God's book are adjudg'd to death.
You four from hence to prison, back again ;
Frein thence unto the place of execution ;
The witch in Smithfield shall be burnt to ashes,
And you three shall be ftrangled 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.
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 with grief. Ah, Humphry! this dishonour in thine age Will bring thy head with forrow to the ground, I beseech your Majesty give me leave to go; Sorrow would folace, and my age would ease.

K. Henry. Stay Humphry, Duke of Glo'fer; ere thou go,
Give up thy ftaff; Henry will to himself
Protector be, and God shall be my hope,
My itay, my guide, and lanthorn to my feet.
And go in peace, Humphry, no less belov'd,
Than when thou wert protector to thy King.

Q. Mar. I see 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 staff? here, noble Henry, is my staff:
As wiļlingly do I the same resign,
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'ster.

Q. Mar. Why now is Henry King, and Marg’ret Queen, And

Humphry, Duke of Glofter, scarce himself,
That bears to shrewd a maim; two pulls at once ;
His Lady banish'd, and a limb lopt off:
This staff of honour raught, there let it stand,
Where best it fits to be, in Henry's hand.

Suf. Thus droops this lofty pine, and hangs his sprays ;; Thus Eleanor's pride dies in her younger days.

York. Lords, let him go. Please it your Majesty,
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 therefore Left I the court, to see this quarrel try'd.

K. Henry. A'God's name see the lists and all things fity Here let them end it, and God guard the right.

York. I never saw a fellow worse bestead, Or more afraid to fight, than is th' appellant ! The servant of the armourer, my Lords. Enter at one door the armourer and his neighbours, drinking

to him so much, that he is drunk; and he enters with a drum before him, and his staff with a fand-bag fastned to it (8); and at the other door his man, with a drum and a sand-bag, and prentices drinking to him.

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

(8) With a sand-bag fastend to it.] As, according to the old laws of duels, Knights were to fight with the lance and sword; so those of inferior rank fought with an Ebon staff or battoon, to the farther end of which was fix'd a bag cram'd hard with sand. To this cuftom Hudibras has alluded in these humorous lines :

Engag'd with money-bags, as bold
As men
ith fand-bags did of oldo Mr. Warburton.
B. 6.

2 Neigh.

me I

God;

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

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.

i Pren. Here, Peter, I drink to thee, and be not afraid.

2. Pren. Be merry, Peter, and fear not my master ; 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 last draught in this world. Here, Robin : if I die, I give thee my apron; and, Will, thou shalt have my hammer; and here, Tom, take all the money that I have. O Lord, bless pray

for I am never able to deal with my master, he hath learned 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.

Arm. Maiters, I am come hither as it were upon my master's instigation, to prove him a knave and myself an honest 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.

York. Dispatch : this knave's tongue begins to double. Sound trumpets; alarum to the combatants.

[They fight, and Peter firik's him down. Arm. Hold, Peter, hold; I confess, I confess treason.

[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 O Peter, thou haft prevail'd in right. (prefence ?

K. Henry. Go, take bence that traitor from our fight, For by his death we do perceive his guilt. And God in justice hath revealed to us The truth and innocence of this poor fellow,

Which he had thought to murder wrongfully.
Come, fellow, follow us for reward.

[Exeunt.

SCENE the Street.

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Enter Duke Humphry, and his men, in mourning cloaks.
Glo. HUS fometimes hath the brightest day a clouds

And, after summer, evermore succeeds
Barren winter with his wrathful nipping cold;
So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.
Sirs, what's a-clock?

Serv. Ten, my Lord.

Glo. Ten is the hour that was appointed me, To watch the coming of my punish'd Dutchess: Unneath

may The endure the finty streets, To tread them with her tender-feeling feet. Sweet Nell, ill can thy noble mind a-brook 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 didit ride in triumph thro' the streets. But soft! I think, she comes; and I'll prepare My tear-stain'd eyes to see her miseries. Enter the Dutchefs in a white feet, and a taper burning in her hand, witla Sir John Stanley, a Sheriff and Officers. Serv. So please your Grace, we'll take her from the Glo. No, ftir not for your lives, let her pass by. [Sheriff.

Elean. Come you, my rd, to see my open same? Now thou dost penance too. Look, how they gaze! See, how the giddy multitude do point, And nod their heads, and throw their eyes on thee ! Ah, Gloster, hide thee from their hateful looks ; And in thy closet pent up, rue my shame, And ban our enemies both mine and thine.

Glo. Be patient, gentle Nell; forget this grief.

Elean. Ah Gloster, teach me to forget myself:
For whilst I think I am thy married wife,
And thou a Prince, Protector of this land;
Methinks, I should not thus be led along,

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