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K. Hen. I pr'y mee, peaco,
Wife. His wife, an't like your worship. Good queen; and whet not on these furious Glo. Had'st thou been his mother, thou For blessed are the peacemakers on earth.
could'st have better told. Car. Let me be blessed for the peace I make, K. Hen. Where wert thou born? Against this proud protector, with my sword! Simp. At Berwick in the north, an't like Glo. 'Faith, holy uncle, 'would 'twere come
your grace. to that! (Aside to the CARDINAL. K. Hen. Poor soul! God's goodness hath Car. Marry, when thou dar'st. (Aside.
been great to thee: Glo. Make up no factious numbers lor the Let never day nor night uphallow'd pass, matter,
But still remember what the Lord hath done. In thine own person answer thy abuse. [Aside. Q. Mar. Tell me, good fellow, cam’st thou Car. Ay, where thou dar’st not peep: an if
here by chance, thou dar'st,
Or of devotion, to this holy shrine ? This evening on the east side of th grove. Simp. God knows, of pure devotion; being
call'd K. Hen. How now, my lords?
A hundred times, and oftener, in my sleep Car. Believe me, cousin Gloster, [ly, By good Saint Alban; who said, -Simpcot, Had not your man put up the fowl so sudden
come ; We had had more sport.--Come with thy two- Come, offer at my shrine, and I will help thee. hand sword.
[Aside to Glo. Wife. Most true, forsooth; and many time Glo. True, uncle.
Cur. What, art thou lame?
Wife. A plum-tree, master.
Simp. 0, born so, master. Or all my fence* shall fail.
[Aside. Glo. Wbat, and would'st climb a tree? Car. Medice teipsum;
Simp. But that in all my life, when I was a Protector, see to't well, protect yourself.
[Aside. Wife. "Too true; and bought his climbing K. Hen. The winds grow high; so do your stomachs, lords.
Glo. 'Mass, thou lov’dst plums well, that How irksome is this music to my heart!
would'st venture so. When such strings jar, what hope of harmony? Simp. Alas, good master, my wife desir'd I pray, my lords, let me compound this strife.
And made me climb, with danger of my life. Enter an INHABITANT of Saint Albans, crying, Glo. A subtle knave! but yet it shall not
A Miracle! Glo. What means this noise ?
Let me see thine eyes :-wink now ;-now open Fellow, what miracle dost thou proclaim?
them: Inhab. A miracle! a miracle !
In my opinion yet thou see'st not well. Suf. Come to the king, and tell him what
Simp. Yes, master, clear as day; I thank miracle.
God, and Saint Alban. Inhab. Forsooth, a blind man at Saint Al
Glo. Say'st thou me so? What colour is this ban's shrine,
cloak of? Within this balf hour, hath receiv'd his sight;
Simp. Red, master; red as blood. A man, that ne'er saw in his life before.
Glo. Why, that's well said: What colour is K. Hen. Now, God be prais'd! tbat to believ
my gown of? ing souls
Simp. Black, forsooth; coal-black, as jet. Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair!
K. Hen. Why then, thou know'st what colo
our jet is of ? Enter the Mayor of Saint Albans, and his Bre
Suf. And yet, I think, jet did he never see. thren; and SIMPCOX, borne between two per.
Glo. But cloaks, and gowns, before this day, sons in a Chair; his Wife, and a great multitude
a many. folowing:
Wife. Never, before this day, in all his life.
Glo. Tell me, sirrah, what's my name?
Glo. What's his name?
Simp. No, indeed, master.
master. His highness' pleasure is to talk with him. Glo. Then, Sauuder, sit thou there, the ly. K. Hen. Good fellow, tell us here the cir
ingest knave cumstance,
In Christendom. If thou hadst been born blind, Ihat we for thee may glorify the Lord. Thou might'st as well have known our names, What, hast thou been long blind, and now re
as thus stor'd?
To name the several colours we do wear. Simp. Born blind, an't please your grace. Sight may distinguish of colours; but suddenly Wife. Ay, indeed, was he.
To nominate them all's impossible. Suf. What woman is this?
My lords, Saint Alban here hath done a mi* Fence is the art of defence.
CACT II And would ye not think that cunning to be K. Hen. O God, what mischiefs work the great,
wicked ones; That could restore this cripple to his legs? Heaping confusion on their own heads thereby! Simp. 0, master, that you could !
Q. Mar. Gloster, see here the tainture of thy Glo. My masters of Saint Albans, have you
nest; not headles in your town, and things called And look thyself be faultless, thou wert best. whips?
Glo. Madam, for myself, to heaven I do apMuy. Yes, my lord, if it please your grace.
peal, Glo. Then send for one presently.
How I have lov'd my king, and commonweal: May. Sirrah, go fetch the beadle hither And, for my wife, I know not how it stands;
straight. [Exit an ATTENDANT. Sorry I am to hear what I have heard: Glo. Now fetch me a stool hither by and by. Noble she is; but if she have forgot (A Stool brought out.] Now, sirrah, if you Honour, and virtue, and convers'd with such mean to save yourself from whipping, leap me As, like to pitch, defile nobility, over this stool, and run away.
banish her, my bed, and company; Simp. Alas, master, I am not able to stand And give her, as a prey, to law, and shame, alone: You go about to torture me in vain. That hath dishonour'd Gloster's honest pame.
K. Hen. Well, for this night, we will repose Re-enter ATTENDANT, with the Beadle.
us here: Glo. Well, Sir, we must have you find your To-morrow, toward London, back again, legs. Sirrah, beadle, whip him till lie leap over To look into this business thoroughly, that same stool.
And call these foul offenders to their answers; Bead. I will, my lord.—Come on, sirrah; off And poise* the cause in justice' equal scales, with your doublet quickly.
Whose beam stands sure, whose rightful cause Simp. Alas, master, what shall I do? I am
(Flourish. Exeunt. not able to stand. [After the BEADLE huth hit him once, he leaps
SCENE II.-London.--The Duke of York's orer the Stool, und runs away; and the
Garden, People follow, and cry, A miracle! Enter YORK, SALISBURY, and WARWICK. K. Hen. () God, see'st thou this, and bear'st
York. Now, my good lords of Salisbury and so long! Q. Mar. It made me laugh, to see the villain Our simple supper ended, give me leave,
In this close walk, to satisfy myself,
Which is infallible, to England's crown. Glo. Let them be whipped through every mar
Sal. My lord, I long to hear it at full.
War. Sweet York, begią: and if thy claim ket town, till they come to Berwick, whence
be good, they came. [Exeunt MAYOR, BEADLE, WIFE, &c.
The Nevils are thy subjects to command.
York. Then thus:Car. Duke Humphrey has done a miracle to- Edward the Third, my lords, had seven sons: day.
The first, Edward the Black Prince, prince of Suf. True; made the lame to leap, and fly
Wales; away. Glo. But you have done more miracles than I; Lionel, duke of Clarence; next to whom,
The second, William of Hatfield; and the third, You made, in a day, my lord, whole towns to
Was John of Gaunt, the duke of Lancaster: fly.
The fifth, was Edmund Langley, duke of York; Enter BucKINGHAM.
The sixth, was Thomas of Woodstock, duke of K. Hen. What tidings with our cousin Buck- William of Windsor was the seventh, and last.
Gloster; ingham ? Buck. Such as my heart doth tremble to un.
Edward, the Black Prince, died before his fold,
And left behind him Richard, his only son,
Who, after Edward the Third's death, reign'd Of lady Eleanor, the protector's wife,
as king; The ringleader and head of all this rout,
Till Henry Bolingbroke, duke of Lancaster, Have practis'd dangerously against your state, The eldest son and heir of John of Gaunt, Dealing with witches, and with conjurers :
Crown'd by the name of Henry the Fourth, Whom we have apprehended in the fact;
Seiz'd on the realm; depos'd the rightful king; Raising up wicked spirits from under ground, Sent his poor queen to France, from whence
she canie, Demanding of king Henry's life and death, And other of your highness' privy council,
And him to Pomfret; where, as all you know, As more at large your grace shall understand. Harmless Richard was murder'd traitorously. Car. And so, my lord protector, by this means Thus got the house of Lancaster the
War. Father, the duke hath told the truth; Your lady is forthcomingt yet at London. This news. I think, hath turn'd your weapon's
York. Which now they hold by force, and edge;
not by right; 'Tis like, my lord, you will not keep your hour. For Richard, the first son's heir being dead,
[Aside to Gloster. The issue of the next son should have reign'd. Glo. Ambitious churchman, leave to afflict my
Sal. But William of Hatfield died without heart!
an heir. Sorrow and grief have vanquish'd all my
York. The third son, duke of Clarence, (from
whose line And, vanquish'd as I am, I yield to thee, Or to the meanest groom.
I claim the crown,) had issue-Philippe, a
daughter, * A company.
+ Wickedly. 17. e. Your lady is in custody.
Who married Edmund Mortimer, earl of You four, from hence to prison back again; March,
[TO JOURD. AG Edmund had issue_Roger, earl of March: From thence, unto the place of execution : Roger had issue-Edmund, Anne, and Elea. The witch in Smithfield shall be burn'd 10
ashes, Sal. This Edmund, in the reign of Boling. And you three shall be strangled on the gal. broke,
lows. As I have read, laid claim unto the crown; You, madam, for you are more nobly born, And, but for Owen Glendower, had been king, Despoiled of your honour in your life, Who kept him in captivity, till he died. Shall, after three days' open penance done, But, to the rest.
Live in your country here, in banishment, York. His eldest sister, Anne,
With Sir John Stanley, in the isle of Man. My mother being heir unto the crown,
Duch. Welcome is banishment, welcome Married Richard, earl of Cambridge; who
were my death.
[son. Glo. Eleanor, the law, thou seest, hath To Edmund Langley, Edward the Third's fifth
judg'd thee; By her I claim the kingdom: she was heir I cannot justify whom the law condemns.To Roger, earl of March; who was the son [Exeunt the Duchess, aud the other prisoners, Or Edmund Mortimer; who married Philippe,
guurded. Sole daughter unto Lionel, duke of Clarence: Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief. So, if the issue of the elder son
Ah, Humphrey, this dishonour in thine age Succeed before the younger, I am king Will bring thy head with sorrow to the Wur. What plain proceedings are more plain
ground! than this?
I beseech your majesty, give me leave to go; Henry doth claim the crown from John of Sorrow would solace, and mine age would
Gaunt, The fourth son; York claims it from the third. K. Hen. Stay, Humphrey duke of Gloster: Till Lionel's issue fails, his should not reigo:
ere thou go, It fails not yet ; but flourishes in thee,
Give up tły staff; Henry will to himself And in thy son's, fair slips of such a stock.- Protector be: and God shall be my hope, Then, father Salisbury, kneel we both to- My stay, my guide, and lantern to my feet;, gether;
And go in peace, Humphrey; no less belov’d, And, in this private plot, * be we the first, Than when thou wert protector to thy king. That shall salute our rightful sovereign
Q. Mar. I see no reason, why a king of With honour of his birthright to the crown.
years Both. Long live our sovereign Richard, Should be to be protected like a child. England's king!
God and king Henry govern England's helm: York. We thank you, lords. But I am not Give up your staff, "Sir, and the king his your king
realm. Till I be crown'd; and that my sword be Glo. My staff?--here, noble Henry, is my With heart-blood of the house of Lancaster.
staff: And that's not suddenly to be perform’d; As willingly do I the same resign, But with advice, and silent secrecy.
As e'er thy father Henry made it mine ; Do you, as I do, in these dangerous days, And even as willingly at thy feet I leave it, Wink at the duke of Suffolk's insolence, As others would ambitiously receive it. At Beaufort's pride, at Somersetis ambition, Farewell, good king: When I am dead and At Buckingham, and all the crew of them,
gone, Till they have snar'd the shepherd of the dock, Muy honourable peace attend thy throne! That virtuous prince, the good duke Hum
Q. Mar. Why, now is Henry king, and Mar. 'Tis that they seek; and they in seeking that,
garet queen; Shall find their deaths, if York can prophesy. And Humphrey, duke of Gloster, scarce himSal. My lord, break we off; we know your
self, mind at full.
That bears so shrewd maim; two pulls at War. My heart assures me, that the earl of
His lady banish’d, and a limb lopp'd off"; Shall one day make the duke of York a king. This staff of honour raught:t—There let it York. And, Nevil, this I do assure myselt,
stand, Richard shall live to make the earl of War. Where it best fits to be, in Henry's hand. wick
Suf. Thus droops this lofty pine, and hangs The greatest man in England, but the king.
his sprays; [Exeunt. Thus Eleanor's pride dies in her youngest
days. SCENE III.—The sume.- A Hall of Justice. York. Lords, let him go.-- Please it your Trumpets sounded. Enter King HENRY, Queen This is the day appointed for the combat;
majesty, MARGARET, GLOSTER, YORK, SUFFOLK, and SALISBURY; the Duchess of GlosTER, MAR- | And ready are the appellant and defendant,
The armourer and his man, to enter the lists, GERY JOURDAIN, SOUTHWELL, Home, and BOLINGBROKE, under guard.
So please your highness to behold the fight.
Q. Mur. Ay, good my lord: for purposely K. Hen. Stand forth, dame Eleanor Cob
therefore ham, Gloster's wife :
Left I the court, to see this quarrel tried. In sight of God, and us, your guilt is great; K. Hen. O'God's name, see the lists an: Receive the sentence of the law, for sins
all things fit; Surb as by God's book are adjudg'd to death.
I. e. Sorrow requires solace, and age requires ense. Sequestered spot.
Here let them end it, and God defend the SCENE IV.-The same.--A Street. right!
Enter Gloster and SERVANTS, in mourning York. I never saw a fellow worse best.
Cloaks. ed, * Or more afraid to fight, than is the appellant, Glo. Thus, sometimes, hath the brightest The servant of this armourer, my lords.
day a cloud;
And, after summer, evermore succeeds Enter on one side, HORNER, and his neighbours, Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold:
drinking to him so much that he is drunk; and So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.* he enters bearing his staff with a sund-bag fas- Sirs, what's o'clock? tened to it; a drum before him; at the other Serv. Ten, my lord. siac, PETER, with a drum and u similar staf"; Glo. Ten is the hour that was appointed me accompanied by ’Prentices drinking to him. To watch the coming of my punish'd duchess :
1 Neigh. Here, neighbour Horner, I drink Uneatht may she endure the finty streets, to you in a cup of sack; and fear not, neigh- Sweet Nell, ill can thy noble mind abrook
To tread them with her tender-feeling feet. bour, you shall do well enough. 2 Neigh. And here, neighbour, here's a cup with envious looks, still laughing at thy
The abject people, gazing on thy face, of charneco.t 3 Neigh. And here's a pot of good double That erst did follow thy proud chariot wheels,
shame; beer, neighbour: drink, and fear not your When thou didst ride in triumph through the Hor. Let it come, i'faith, and I'll pledge you But soft! I think, she comes; and I'll prepare
streets. all; And a fig for Peter!
1 Pren. Here, Peter, I drink to thee; and be My tear-stain'd eyes to see her miseries. not afraid. 2 Pren. Be merry, Peter, and fear not thy Enter the Duchess of Gloster, in a white sheee.
with papers pinned upon her back, her feet bare. master; fight for credit of the 'prentices.
and a taper burning in her hand; Sir John Peter. thank you all : drink, and pray for
STANLEY, a SHERIFF, and Officers. me, I pray you; for, I think, I have taken my last draught in this world.-Here, Robin, an Serv. So please your grace, we'll take her if I die, I give thee my apron; and, Will, thou
from the Sheriff. shalt have my hammer; and here, Tom, take Glo. No, stir not, for your lives; let her pass all the money that I have.-0 Lord, bless me,
by. I pray God!' for I am never able to deal with Duch. Come you, my lord, to see my open my master, he hath learnt so much fence al
Now thou dost penance too. Look, how they Sal. Come, leave your drinking, and fail to See, how the giddy multitude do point, blows.-Sırrah, what's thy name?
And nod their heads, and throw their eyes on Peter. Peter, forsooth.
thee! Sal. Peter! what more?
Ah, Gloster, bide thee from their hateful looks; Peter. Thump:
And, in thy closet pent up, rue my shame, Sal. Thump! then see thou thump thy master And bang ibine enemies, both mine and thine. well.
Glo. Be patient, gentle Nell; forget this Hor. Masters, I am come hither, as it were, grief. upon my man's instigation, to prove him a Duch. Ah, Gloster, teach me to forget myknave, and myself an honest man: and touch
selt: ing the duke of York,-will take my death, I For, whilst I think I am thy married wife, never meant him any ill, nor the king, nor the And thou a prince, protector of this land, queen: And therefore, Peter, have at thee Methinks, I'should not thus be led along, with a downright blow, as Bevis of Southamp- Mail'd up in shame,ll with papers on my back ton fell upon Ascapart.
And follow'd with a rabble, that rejoice York. Despatch :-this knave's tongue be- To see my tears, and hear my deep.set gins to double.
groans. Sound trumpets, alarum to the combatants. The ruthless flint doth cut my tender feet;
(Alarum. They fight, and Peter strikes And, when I start, the envious people laugh, down his Master.
And bid me be advised how I tread. Hor. Hold, Peter, hold! I confess, I confess Ah, Humphrey, can I bear this shameful yoke? treason.
[Dies. Trow'st thou, that e’er I'll look upon the York. Take away his weapon :-Fellow,
world; Thank God, and the good wine in thy master's Or count them happy, that enjoy the sun? way.
No; dark shall be my light, and night my day; Peter, o‘God! have I overcome mine ene- To think upon my pomp, shall be my hell. mies in this presence? O Peter, thou hast pre- Sometime I'll say, I am duke Humphrey's vailed in right!
wife; K. Hen. Go, take hence that traitor from our And he a prince, and ruler of the land: sight;
Yet so he ruld, and such a prince he was, For, by his death, we do perceive his guilt:- As he stood by, whilst I, his forlorn duchess, And God, in justice, bath reveal’d to us Was made a wonder, and a pointing-stock, The truth and innocence of this poor fellow, To every idle rascal follower. Which he had thought to have murder'd wrong. But be thou mild, and blush not at my shame fully
Nor stir at nothing, till the axe of death Come, fellow, follow us for thy reward. Hang over thee, as, sure, it shortly will,
[Exeunt. For Suffolk,-hé that can do all in all * In a worse plight, + A sort of sweet wine. The death of the vanquished person was always re
* Change. + Not easily. * Malicious. | Cune.
11 Wrapped up in disgrace; alluding to the sheet of pen garded as certain evidence of his guilt.
With her, that hateth thee, and hates us all,- Stan. Madam, your penance done, throw off And York, and impious Beaufort, that false this sheet, priest,
And go we to attire you for our journey. Have all lim'd bushes to betray thy wings, Duch. My shame will not be shifted with my And, tly thou how thou canst, they'll tangle
sheet: thee :
No, it will hang upon my richest robes, But fear not thou, until thy foot be snar'd, And show itself, attire me how I can. Nor never seek prevention of thy foes.
Go, lead the way; I long to see my prison. Glo. Ah, Nell, forbear; thou aimest all awry;
[Exeunt. I must offend, before I be attainted :
ACT III. And had I twenty times so many foes, And each of them had twenty times their power, SCENE I.-The Abbey at Bury. All these could not procure me any scathe, * So long as I am loyal, true, and crimeless. Enter to the Parliament, King HENRY, Queen Would'st have me rescue thee from this re- MARGARET, Cardinul BEAUFORT, SUFFOLK, proach?
YORK, BUCKINGHAM, and others. Why, yet thy scandal were not wip'd away,
K, Hen. I muse,* my lord of Gloster is not But I in danger for the breach of law. Thy greatest help is quiet, gentle Nell:
'Tis not his wont to be the hindmost man, I pray thee, sort thy heart to patience; Whate'er occasion keeps him from us now. These few days' wonder will be quickly worn.
Q. Mar. Can you not see? or will you not
observe Enter a HERALD.
The strangeness of his alter'd countenance ? Her. I summon your grace to his majesty's With what a majesty he bears himself; parliament, holden at Bury the first of this next How insolent of laté he is become, month.
How proud, peremptory, and unlike himself? Glo. And my consent ne'er ask'd hercin be. We know the time, since he was mild and fore!
affable; This is close dealing.–Well, I will be there. And, if we did but glance a far-off look,
[Exit HERALD. Immediately he was upon his knee, My Nell, I take my leave:-and, master she That all the court admir'd him for submission
(sion. But, meet him now, and, be it in the morn, Let not her penance exceed the king's commis- When every one will give the time of day, Sher. An't please your grace, here my com
He knits his brow, and shows an angry eye, mission stays :
And passeth by with stiff unbowed knee, And Sir John Stanley is appointed now
Disdaining duty that to us belongs. To take her with him to the isle of Man. Small curs are not regarded, when they grin Glo. Must you, Sir John, protect my lady i But great men tremble, when the lion roars; here?
And Humphrey is no little man in England. Stan. So am I given in charge, may't please First, note, that he is near you in des nt; your grace.
And should you fall, he is the next will mount, Glo. Entreat her not the worse, in that I pray Me seemeth then, it is no policy You use her well: the world may laugh again ;Respecting what a rancorous mind he bears, And I may live to do you kindness, if
And his advantage following your decease, Yon do it her. And so, Sir John, farewell.
That he should come about your royal person, Duch. What gone, my lord; and bid me not Or be admitted to your highness' council. farewell?
By flattery hath he won the commons' hearts; Glo. Witness my tears, I cannot stay to speak. Tis to be feara, they all will follow bim.
And, when he please to make commotion, (Exeunt GLOSTER and SERVANTS. Duch. Art thou gone too? All comfort go Now 'tis the spring, and weeds are shallow. with thee!
(den, For none abides with me: my joy is-death;
Suffer them now, and they'll o'ergrow the garDeath, at whose pame I oft have been afеard, And choke the herbs for want of husbandry. Because I wish'd this world's eternity.
The reverent care, I bear unto my lord, Stanley, I pr’ythee, go, and take me hence;
Made me collect these dangers in the duke. I care not whither, for I beg no favour,
If it be fond, I call it a woman's fear; Only convey me where thou art commanded.
Which fear, if better reasons can supplant, Stun. Why, madam, that is to the isle of I will subscribe and say- I wrong'd the duke. Man;
My lord of Suffolk, — Buckingham, - and There to be used according to your state.
York,Duch. That's bad enough, for I am but re
Reprove my allegation, if you can; proach:
Or else conclude my words effectual. And shall I then be us’d reproachfully?
Suf. Well hath your highness seen into this Slun. Like to a ducbess, and duke Hum
duke; phrey's lady,
And, had I first been put to speak my mind, According to that state you shall be used.
I think, I should have told your grace's tale. Duch. Sheriff, farewell, and better than I The duchess, by bis subordation, fare;
(shame! Upon my life, began her devilish practices: Although thou hast been conduct of my Or if he were not privy to those faults, Sher. It is my ofice; and, madam, pardon Yet, by reputing of his high descent, ý,
(As next the king, he was successive heir,) 'Duch. Ay, ay, farewell; thy office is dis- And such high vaunts of his nobility, Come, Stanley, shall we go? (charg'd.
Did instigate the bedlam brain-sick duchess,
By wicked means to frame our sovereigo's fal. * Harm, mischief. + 1. c. The world may look again favourably on me.
Wonder. + 1.6. Assemble by observation. For conductor.
| Foolish. 1 1.e. Valuing himself on his high descent