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2 Neigh. And here, neighbour, here'sa 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 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 hammer; and here, Tom, take all the money that I have. O Lord, bless

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pray God; 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. Maífers, 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 taks 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 strik'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. (presence ?

K. Henry. Go, take bence that traîtor from our fight, For by his death we do perceive his guilta 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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Mail'd up in shame, with papers on my back :
And follow'd with a rabble that rejoice
To see my tears, and hear my deep-fetch'd groans.
The ruthless flint doth cut my tender feet;
And when I start, the cruel people laugh ;
And bid me be advised how I tread.
Ah Humphry, can I bear this shameful yoak ?
Trow'lt thou, that e'er I'll look upon the world,
Or count them happy, that enjoy the sun ?
No: dark shall be my light, and night my day.
To think upon my pomp, Mall be my hell.
Sometime I'll say, I am Duke Humphry's wife,
And he a Prince, and ruler of the land;
Yet so he ruld, and such a Prince he was,
That he stood by, whilft I, his forlorn Dutchess,
Was made a wonder and a pointing stock
To every idle, rascal follower.
But be thou mild, and blush not at my shame,
Nor stir at nothing, till the ax 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)
And York, and impious Beauford, that false priest,
Have all lim'd buses to betray thy wings;
And fly thou, how thou can'it, they'll tangle thee:
But fear not thou, until thy foot be snar'd,
Nor never seek prevention of thy foes.

Glo. Ay, Nell, forbear; thou aim'it all awry..
I must offend, before I be attainted :
And, had I twenty times so many foes,
And each of them had twenty times their power,
All these could not procure me any scathe,
So long as I am loyal, true, and crimeless.
Would it have me rescue thee from this reproach ::
Why, yet thy scandal were not wip'd away ;
But I in danger for the breach of law.
Thy greatest help is quiet, gentle Nell;
I pray thee, sort thy heart to patience ;
These few days wonder will be quickly worn.

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Enter a Herald. Her. I summon your grace to his majesty's parliament holden at Bury, the first of this next month.

Glo. And my consent ne'er ask'd herein before ? This is close dealing. Well, I will be there;

[Exit Herald.
My Nell, I take my leave: and master Sheriff,
Let not her penance exceed the King's commiffion.

Sher. An't please your grace, here my commission stays:
And Sir John Stanley is appointed now,
To take her with him to the Isle of Man.

Glo. Must you, Sir John, protect my Lady here?
Stan. So am I giv’n in charge, may't please your grace..
Glo. Entreat her not the worse, in that I

pray
You use her well; the world may laugh again;
And I may live to do you kindness, if
You do it her:. and so, Sir John, farewel..

Elean. What gone, my Lord, and bid me not farewel :
Glo. Witness my tears, I cannot stay to speak.

Exit Gloucester.
Elean. Art thou gone too : all comfort

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with thee
For none abides with me; my joy is death;
Death, at whose name I oft have been afraid,
Because I wilh'd this world's eternity.
Stanley, I prythee, go and take me hence;
I care not whither, for I beg no favour;
Only convey me where thou art commanded.

Stan. Why, Madam, that is to the Isle of Man ; There to be ns'd according to your state.

Elean. That's bad enough, for I am but reproach: And shall I then be us'd reproachfully?

Stan. No; like a Dutchess, and Duke Humphry's Lady, According to that state you shall be us’d.

Elean. Sheriff, farewel, and better than I fare ; Although thou haft been conduct of

my shame. Sher. It is my office, Madam ; pardon me.

Elean. Ay, ay, farewel; thy office is discharg'd. Come, Stanley, shall we go?

Stan. Madam, your penance done, throw off this sheet, And go we to attire you for your journey.

Elean.

Elean. My shame will not be shifted with my sheet : No, it will hang upon my richest robes, And shew itself, attire me how I can. Go, lead the way, I long to see my prison. [Exeunt.

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III,
SCENE, at Bury.
Enter King Henry, Queen, Cardinal, Suffolk, York, Buck-
ingham, Salisbury and Warwick, to the Parliament.

K. HENRY.
Lord of Gloster is not come :

man, Whate'er occasion keeps him from us now.

Q. Mar. Can you not see, or will you not observe
The strangeness of his alter'd countenance ?
With what a majesty he bears himself,
How insolent of late he is become,
How peremptory

and unlike himself!
We know the time, since he was mild and affable;
And, if we did but glance a far-off look,
Immediately he was upon his knee;
That all the court admir'd him for submission.
But meet him now, and be it in the morn,
When ev'ry one will give the time of day,
He knits his brow, and shews an angry eye;
And passeth by with ftiff unbowed knee,
Disdaining duty that to us belongs.
Small curs are not regarded, when they grin ;
But great men tremble, when the lion roars ;
And Humphry is no little man in England.
First note, that he is near you in descent;
And, should you fall, he is the next will mount.
Me feemeth then, it is no policy,
(Respecting what a ranc'rous mind he bears,
And his advantage following your decease)
That he should come about your royal person,
Qr be admitted to your Highness' council.

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