Who kept him in captivity, till he dy'd.
But to the reft-

York. His eldest fifter, Anne,

My mother, being heir unto the Crown,
Married Richard Earl of Cambridge,
Who was the fon to Edmund Langley,
Edward the third's fifth fon.

By her I claim the Kingdom: fhe was heir
To Roger Earl of March, who was the fon
Of Edmund Mortimer, who married Philip,
Sole daughter unto Lionel Duke of Clarence.
So, if the iffue of the elder fon

Succeed before the younger, I am King.

War. What plain proceeding is more plain than this?
Henry doth claim the Crown from John of Gaunt,
The fourth fon; York here claims it from the third.
Till Lionel's iffue fail, his fhould not reign.

It fails not yet, but flourisheth in thee
And in thy fons, fair flips of fuch a stock.
Then, father Salisbury, kneel we together,
And in this private Plot be we the first,
That fhall falute our rightful Sovereign-
With honour of his birth-right to the Crown.

Both. Long live our Sov'reign Richard, England's-
King!

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.
Do you as I do, in thefe dang'rous Days,
Wink at the Duke of Suffolk's Infolence,
At Beauford's Pride, at Somerfet's Ambition,
At Buckingham, and all the crew of them;
Till they have foar'd the fhepherd of the flock,
That virtuous Prince, the good Duke Humphry:
'Tis that they feek; and they in feeking That
Shall feek their deaths, if York can prophefie.

Sal. My lord, here break we off; we know your mind,
War. My heart affures me, that the Earl of Warwick

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;
Receive the fentence of the law for fins,
Such as by God's Book are adjudg'd to death.
You four from hence to prifon, back again;
From thence unto the place of execution;
The witch in Smithfield shall be burn'd to afhes,
And you three fhall be ftrangled on the gallows.
You, Madam, for you are more nobly born,
Defpoil'd 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.

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:
Give up your staff, Sir, and the king his realm.
Glo. My ftaff here, noble Henry, is my staff:
As willingly do I the fame refign,

As e'er thy father Henry made it mine;
And even as willing at thy feet I leave it,
As others would ambitiously receive it.
Farewel, good King; when I

am

dead and gone;

May honourable peace attend thy throne. [Exit Glo'fter..
Q Mar. Why, now is Henry King, and Margret Queen.
And Humphry, Duke of Glofter, fcarce himself,
That bears fo fhrewd a maim; two pulls at once;
His lady banilh'd, and a limb lopt off:

This ftaff of honour raught, there let it ftand,
Where best it fits to be, in Henry's hand.

Suf. Thus droops this lofty pine, and hangs his fprayes;
Thus Eleanor's pride dies in her younger days.
York.. Lords, let him go. Please it your Majefty,
This is the day appointed for the combat,
And ready are th' appellant and defendant,
The armourer and his man, to enter the lifts,
So please your Highnefs to behold the fight.

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. Peter? what more?
Peter. Thump.

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
As Men with Sand bags did of old.

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,
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 murder wrongfully.
Come, fellow, follow us for thy reward.

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;,
So cares and joys abound, as feafons 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 dutchefs:
Unneath may fhe endure the flinty ftreets,
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 ftill laughing at thy fhame;
That erft did follow thy proud chariot wheels,
When thou didst ride in triumph thro' the streets.
But foft! I think fhe comes; and I'll prepare
My tear-ftain'd eyes to fee her miferies.

Enter