The Same. A Hall of Justice. |
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Trumpets sounded. Enter KING HENRY, QUEEN MARGARET, GLOUCESTER, YORK, SUFFOLK, and SALISBURY; the DUCHESS OF GLOUCESTER, MARGERY JOURDAIN, SOUTHWELL, HUME, and BOLINGBROKE, under guard. |
K. Hen. Stand forth, Dame Eleanor Cobham, Gloucester's wife. |
In sight of God and us, your guilt is great: |
Receive the sentence of the law for sins |
Such as by God's book are adjudg'd to death. |
You four, from hence to prison back again; |
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, 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. |
Duch. Welcome is banishment; welcome were my death. |
Glo. Eleanor, the law, thou seest, hath judged thee: |
I cannot justify whom the law condemns.— [Exeunt the DUCHESS, and the other Prisoners, guarded. |
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. |
I beseech your majesty, give me leave to go; |
Sorrow would solace and mine age would ease. |
K. Hen. Stay, Humphrey, Duke of Gloucester: 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 |
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 e'er 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 gone, |
May honourable peace attend thy throne. [Exit. |
Q. Mar. Why, now is Henry king, and Margaret queen; |
And Humphrey, Duke of Gloucester, 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: there let it stand, |
Where it best fits to be, in Henry's hand. |
Suf. 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 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 tried. |
K. Hen. O' God's name, see the lists and all things fit: |
Here let them end it; and God defend the right! |
York. I never saw a fellow worse bested, |
Or more afraid to fight, than is the appellant, |
The servant of this armourer, my lords. |
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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: on the other side, PETER, with a drum and a sand-bag; and Prentices drinking to him. |
First Neigh. Here, neighbour Horner, I drink to you in a cup of sack: and fear not, neighbour, you shall do well enough. |
Sec. Neigh. And here, neighbour, here's a cup of charneco. |
Third 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! |
First Pren. Here, Peter, I drink to thee; and be not afraid. |
Sec. 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 my 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, 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. [Alarum. They fight, and PETER strikes down his Master. |
Hor. 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 enemies in this presence? O Peter! thou hast prevailed in right! |
K. Hen. Go, take hence that traitor from our sight; |
For by his death we do perceive his guilt: |
And God in justice hath reveal'd to us |
The truth and innocence of this poor fellow, |
Which he had thought to have murder'd wrongfully. |
Come, fellow, follow us for thy reward. [Sound a flourish. Exeunt. |
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