Who kept him in captivity, till he dy'd. York. His eldest fifter, Anne, My mother, being heir unto the Crown, By her I claim the Kingdom: fhe was heir Succeed before the younger, I am King. War. What plain proceeding is more plain than this? It fails not yet, but flourisheth in thee Both. Long live our Sov'reign Richard, England's- York. We thank you, lords: but I am not your King,, 'Till I be crown'd; and that my sword be ftain'd. With heart blood of the house of Lancaster: And that's not fuddenly to be perform'd, But with advice and filent fecrecy. Sal. My lord, here break we off; we know your mind, B 5 Shall Shall one day make the Duke of York a King. York. And, Nevil, this I do affure myself: Richard fhall live to make the Earl of Warwick The greatest man in England, but the King. [Exeunt. SCENE changes to a Houfe near to Smithfield. Sound Trumpets. Enter King Henry and Nobles; the Dutchefs, Mother Jordan, Southwel, Hume, and Bolingbrook, under guard. K. Henry STAND forth, Dame Eleanor Cobham, In fight of Gcd and us your guilt is great; Elean. Welcome is exile, welcome were my death Glo. The law, thou feeft, hath judg'd thee, Eleanor I cannot justifie, whom law condemns. [Exeunt Eleanor, and the others, guarded Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief Ah, Humphry this dishonour in thine age Will bring thy head with forrow to the ground. I befeech your Majefty, give me leave to go; Sorrow would Solace, and my age would Eafe. K. Henry. Stay Humphry, Duke of Glofter; ere thou ge Give up thy ftaff; Henry will to himself Protector be, and God thall be my hope, My stay, my guide, and lanthorn to my feet. And go in peace, Humphry, no lefs belov'd, Than when thou wert Protector to thy King. Q Mar. I fee no reafon, why a king of years Should be to be protected like a child: God God and King Henry govern England's realm: As e'er thy father Henry made it mine; am dead and gone; May honourable peace attend thy throne. [Exit Glo'fter.. This ftaff of honour raught, there let it ftand, Suf. Thus droops this lofty pine, and hangs his fprayes; Q. Mar. Ay, good my lord; for purpofely therefore Left I the court, to fee this quarrel try'd. K. Henry. A' God's name, fee the lifts and all things fit; Here let them end it, and God guard the right! York. I never faw 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. fo much, that he is drunk ;. and he enters with a drum before him, and his faff with a fand bag faftned to it (6); and at the other door his man, with a drum and fand-bag, and prentices drinking to him.. 1. Neigh. Here, neighbour Horner, I drink to you in a cup (6) With a Sand-bag faften'd to in] As, according to the Old Laws of Duels, Knights were to fight with the Lance and Sword a cup of fack; and fear not, neighbour, you shall do well enough. 2 Neigh. And here, neighbour, here's a cup of char neco. 3 Neigh. And here's a pot of good double beer, neigh bour; drink, and fear not your man. Arm. 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 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 laft 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 ne I pray God; for I am never able to deal with my mafter, he hath learnt so much fence already. Sal. Come, leave your drinking, and fall to blows. Sirrah, what's thy name? Peter. Peter, forfooth. Sal. Thump? Then fee thou thump thy mafter well. Arm. Malers, I am come hither as it were upon my man's inftigation, 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. Difpatch: this knave's tongue begins to double. Sound trumpets; alarum to the combatants. [They fight, and Peter firikes him down. Sword; fo thofe 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 thefe humourous Lines: Engag'd with Money-bags, as bold Mr. Warburton' Arm. Arm. Hold, Peter, hold; I confefs, I confefs treafon. [Dies. York. Take away his weapon: fellow, thank God, and the good wine in thy mafter's way. Peter. O God, have I overcome mine enemy in this presence? O Peter, thou haft prevail'd in right. K. Henry. Go, take hence that traitor from our fight, The truth and innocence of this poor fellow, SCENE, the. Street. [Exeunt Enter Duke Humphry and his Men, in Mourning Cloaks; HUS fometimes hath the brightest day a cloud; GITHU And, after fummer, evermore fucceeds. The barren winter with his nipping cold;, Serv. Ten, my Lord. Glo. Ten is the hour that was appointed me, Enter |