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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
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.
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.
SCENE the Street.
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Enter Duke Humphry, and his men, in mourning cloaks.
And, after summer, evermore succeeds
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:
Mail'd up in shame, with papers on my back :
Glo. Ay, Nell, forbear; thou aim'it all awry..
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;
Sher. An't please your grace, here my commission stays:
Glo. Must you, Sir John, protect my Lady here?
Elean. What gone, my Lord, and bid me not farewel :
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. 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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man, Whate'er occasion keeps him from us now.
Q. Mar. Can you not see, or will you not observe
and unlike himself!