Sal. This Edmond, in the reign of Bullingbrook, York. His eldest Sifter, Anne, My Mother, being Heir unto the Crown, She then was Heir to Roger, Earl of March, Unto Lionel, Duke of Clarence. So, if the Iffue of the elder Son 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 Son; York 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 Sons, fair Slips of fuch a Stock. Then Father Salisbury, kneel we together; And in this private Plot be we the first, That fhall falute our rightful Soveraign With honour of his Birth-right to the Crown. Both. Long live our Soveraign 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 Houfe of Lancaster: "Tis Tis that they feek; and they, in feeking that, Sal. My Lord, here break we off; we know your Mind at full. War. My Heart affures me, that the Earl of Warwick Shall one day make the Duke of York a King. York. And Nevil, this I do affure my felf. Richard fhall live to make the Earl of Warwick The greatest Man in England, but the King. [Exeunt, Sound Trumpets. Enter King Henry, and State, with K. Henry. Stand forth, Dame Eleanor Cobham, In fight of God, and us, your Guilt is great, Elean. Welcome is Banishment, welcome were my Death. Glo. Eleanor, the Law thou feeft bath judged thee; Will bring thy Head with Sorrow to the Ground. Henry will to himself Protector be, And God fhall be my Hope, my Stay, my Guide, And go in peace, Humphry, no lefs belov❜d, Than Than when thou wert Protector to thy King. God and King Henry govern England's Realm: As e'er thy Father Henry made it mine; Farewel good King; when I am dead and gone, And Humphry, Duke of Glofter, scarce himself, That bears fo fhrewd a maim; two Pulls at once; His Lady banish'd, and a Limb lopt off, This Staff of Honour raught, there let it stand, 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, Q.Mar. Ay, good my Lord; for purposely therefore Left 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 defend the Right. York. I never faw a Fellow worse bestead, Or more afraid to fight, than is the Appellant, The Servant of the Armourer, my Lords.. Enter at one Door the Armorer and his Neighbours, drinking to him fo much, that he is drunk, and he enters with a Drum before him, and his Staff with a Sand bag fastned to it; and at the other Door his Man, with a Drum and a Sand bag, and Prentices drinking to him. 1 Neigh. Here, Neighbour Horner, I drink to you in a Cup of Sack; and fear not, Neighbour, you shall do well enough. 2 Neigh. 2 Neigh. And here, Neighbour, here's a Cup of Char neco. 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. Pren. Here Peter, I drink to thee, and be not afraid. 2 Pren. Be merry, Peter, and fear not thy Mafter; 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 C World. Here Robin, if I die, I give thee my Apron; and Will, thou fhalt have my Hammer; and here, Tom, take all the Mony that I have. O Lord bless me, I pray God, for I am never able to deal with my Mailer, he hath learn'd fo much to 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. Mafters, I am come hither as it were upon my Man's Inftigation, to prove him a Knave, and my felf an honeft 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 down right Blow. York. Difpatch, this Knave's Tongue begins to double. Sound Trumpets, Alarum to the Combatants. [They fight, and Peter ftrikes him down. Arm. Hold Peter, hold; I confefs, I confefs Treason. 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 prefence? O Peter, thou haft prevail'd in right. K. Henry. Go, take hence that Traitor from our Sight, For by his Death we do perceive his Guilt. And God in Juftice hath reveal'd to us The Truth and Innocence of this poor Fellow, 1 Which he had thought to have murder'd wrongfully. [Exeunt. Barren Winter, with his wrathful nipping Cold; Serv. Ten, my Lord. Glo. Ten is the Hour that was appointed me, Enter the Dutchefs in a white Sheet, and a Taper burning Serv. So pleafe your Grace, we'll take her from the Sheriff. And nod their Heads, and throw their Eyes on thee, And |