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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 beadles 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.
I 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 pane.
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 he 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
prevails. (Flourish. Ereant. not able to stand. [After the BEADLE huth hit him once, he leaps
SCENE 11.-London.—The Duke of York's
Garden, orer the Stool, und runs away; und the
People follow, and cry, A miracle! Enter YORK, SALISBURY, and WARWICK. K. Hen. () God, see'st thou this, and bear'st so long!
York. Now, my good lords of Salisbury and 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, begin: and if thy claim ket town, till they come to Berwick, whence
be good, they came.
The Nevils are thy subjects to command. [Exeunt MAYOR, Beadle, Wife, &c. Car. Duke Humphrey has done a miracle to-Edward the Third, my lords, had seven sons:
York, Then thus:day. Suf. True; made the lame to leap, and fly The first, Edward the Black Prince, prince of
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: fiy.
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.
ingham ? Buck. Such as my heart doth tremble to un- Edward, the Black Prince, died before bis
father ; fold. A sort* of naughty persons, lewdlyt bent,
And left behind him Richard, his only son, Under the countenance and confederacy
Who, after Edward the Third's death, reigo'd Of lady Eleanor, the protector's wife,
Till Henry Bolingbroke, duke of Lancaster, The ringleader and head of all this rout,
The eldest son and heir of John of Gaunt, Have practis'd dangerously against your state, Crown'd by the name of Henry the Fourth, Dealing with witches, and with conjurers :
Seiz'd on the realm; depos’d the rightful king; Whom we have apprehended in the fact; Raising up wicked spirits from under ground, Sent his poor queen to France, from wbence
she came, 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 traitorousis. Car. And so, my lord protector, by this means Thus got the house of Lancaster the crown.
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
519 Who married Edmund Mortimer, earl of You four, from hence to prison back again; March,
[To JOURD. 80. 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 barn'd to
Live in your country here, in banishment,
With Sir Jobn 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
Ab, Humphrey, this dishonour in thine age
I beseech your majesty, give me leave to go;
ere thou go,
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
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
As e'er thy father Henry made it mine;
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 a maim; two pulls at War. My heart assures me, that the earl of
His lady banish’d, and a limb lopp'd off;
Suf. Thus droops this lofty pine, and hangs
his sprays; [Exeunt. Thus Eleanor's pride dies in her youngest
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. lo sight of God, and us, your guilt is great; K. Hen. O' God's name, see the lists and Receive the sentence of the law, for sips
all things fit; Such as by God's book are adjudg’d to death.
* I. e. Sorrow requires solace, and age requires eas:. Bequestered spot.
Here let them end it, and God defend the SCENE IV.- The same.- A Street.
Enter Gloster and SERVANTS, in mourning
Glo. Thus, sometimes, hath the brightest
day a cloud;
And, after summer, evermore succeeds
drinking to him so much that he is drunk; and So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.*
1 Neigh. Here, neighbour Horner, I drink Uneatht may she endure the flinty streets,
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 laugbing 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, 1 drink to thee; and be My tear-stain's eyes to see her miseries. not afraid.
2 Pren. Be merry, Peter, and fear not thy Enter the Duchess of GLOSTER, in a white sheer master; tight for credit of the 'prentices.
with papers pinned upon her back, her feet bare Peter. I thank you all : drink, and pray for
und a taper burning in her hand; Sir John
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 fall to See, how the giddy multitude do point, blows.-Sirrah, 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 thine 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 my. knave, and myself an honest man: and touch
self: ing the duke of York,-will take my death, I For, whilst I think I am thy married wife, never meant hin 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,|| with papers on my back ton tell 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-fet? gins to double.
groans. Sound trumpets, alarum to the combatants. The ruthless flint doth cut my tender feet;
(Alurum. They fight, and Peter strikes And, when I start, the envious people laugh, doucn his Master.
And bid me be advised how I tread. Por. 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;
Yet so he rul'd, and such a prince he was,
Nor stir at nothing, till the axe of death
[Exeunt. For Suffolk,-he that can do all in all
. Change. + Not easily. Malicious. t'urse. gardot as certain evidence of his guilt.
!! Wrapped up in disgrace; alluding to the sheet of pene
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, fly thou how thou canst, they'll langle
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 : And had I twenty times so many foes,
ACT III. 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, Cardinal 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.
Whate'er occasion keeps him from us now.
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 late 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 riff,
(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 kuce, 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 | 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 And'should you fall, he is the next will mount.
First, note, that he is near you in descent; _your grace. 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;t Respecting what a rancorous mind he bears, And I may live to do you kindness, if
And his advantage following your decease,-You 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. And, when he please to make commotion, [Excunt Gloster and SERVANTS. Now 'tis the spring, and weeds are shallow
'Tis to be fear'd, they all will follow him. Duch. Art thou gone too? All comfort go with thee!
[den, For none abides with me: my joy is—death ;.
Suffer them now, and they'll o’ergrow the garDeath, at whose name 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, t call it a woman's fear; Only convey me where thou art commanded.
Which fear, it better reasous can supplant, Sian. 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 eflectual. And shall I then be us'd reproachfully?
Suf. Well hath your highness seen into this Stan. Like to a duchess, and duke Hum And, had I first been put to speak my mind,
duke; phrey's lady, 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 his subordation, fare;
(shame! Upon my lite, began her devilish practices : Although thou hast been conduct of my Or if he were not privy to those faults, Sher. It is my office; and, madam, pardon Yet, by reputing of his high descent, i
(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 sovereign’s fall. * Harm, mischief. + 1. e. The world may look again favourably on me.
* Wonder. + 1.6. Assemble by observation. For conductor.
Foolish, 1.e. Valuing himseli on his high descens.
Smooth runs the water, where the brook is deep; | I never robb’d the soldiers of their pay, And in his simple show he harbours treason. Nor ever had one pendy bribe from France. The fox barks not, when he would steal the So help me God, as I have watch'd the night, lamb.
Ay, night by pight,-in studying good for Eng. No, no, my sovereign ; Gloster is a mai
land! Unsounded yet, and full of deep deceit. That doit that
e'er I wrested from the king, Car. Did he not, contrary to form of law, Or any groat I hoarded to my use, Devise strange deaths for small offences done? Be brought against me at my trial day!
York. And did he not, in his protectorship, No! many a pound of mine own proper store, Levy great sums of money through the realm, Because I would not tax the needy commons, For soldiers' pay in France, and never sent it? Have I dispnrsed to the garrisons, By means whereof, the towns each day re- And never ask'd for restitution. volted.
Car. It serves you well, my lord, to say so Buck. Tut! these are petty faults to faults
Glo. I say no more than truth, so help me Which time will bring to light in smooth duke
York. In your protectorship, you did devise K. Hen. My lords, at once: The care you Strange tortures for offenders, never heard oi, have of us,
That England was defam’d by tyranny, To mow down thorns that would annoy our Glo. Why, 'tis well known, that whiles I foot,
was protector, Is worthy praise : But shall I speak my con- Pity was all the fault that was in me; Our kinsman Gloster is as innocent
For I should melt at an offender's tears, From meaning treason to our royal person, And lowly words were ransom for their fault. As is the sucking lamb, or harmless dove: Unless it were a bloody murderer, (sengers, The duke is virtuous, mild; and too well Or foul felonious thief that fleec'd poor pasgiven,
I never gave them cóndign punishment: To dream on evil, or to work my downsall. Murder, indeed, that bloody sin, I tortur'd Q. Mar. Ah, what's more dangerous than Above the felon, or what trespass else. this fond affiance !
(row'd, Suf. My lord, these faults are easy,* quickly Seems he a dove? his feathers are but bor
answer'd: For he's disposed as the hateful raven. But mightier crimes are laid unto your charge, Is he a lamb? his skin is surely lent him, Whereof you cannot easily purge yourself. For he's inclin'd as are the ravenous wolves. I do arrest you in his highness' name; Who cannot steal a shape, that means deceit; And here commit you to my lord cardinal Take heed my lord; the welfare of us all To keep, until your further time of trial. Hangs on the cutting short that fraudful man. K. Hen. My lord of Gloster, 'tis my special
hope, Enter SOMERSET.
That you will clear yourself from all suspects; Som. All health unto my gracious sovereign! My conscience tells me, you are innocent. K. Hen. Welcome, lord Somerset. What Glo. Ab, gracious lord, these days are dannews from France ?
Virtue is chok'd with foul ambition, (gerous! Som. That all your interest in those terri. And charity chas'd hence by rancour's hand; tories
Foul subornation is predominant, Is utterly bereft you; all is lost.
And equity exíld your highness' land. K. Hen. Cold news, lord Somerset: But I know, their complot is to have my life; God's will be done!
And, if my death might make this island happy, York. Cold news for me; for I had hopes of And prove the period of their tyranny, France,
I would expend it with all willingness: As firmly as I hope for fertile England. But mine is made the prologue to their play; Thus are my blossomis blasted in the bud, For thousands more, that yet suspect no peril, And caterpillars eat my leaves away:
Will not conclude their plotted tragedy: But I will remedy this gear* ere long, Beaufort's red sparkling eyes blab his heart's Or sell my title for a glorious grave. (Aside.
And Suffolk's cloudy brow, his stormy bate; Enter GLOSTER.
Sharp Buckingham unburdens with his tongue Glo. All happiness unto my lord the king! The envious load that lies upon bis heart; Pardon, my liege, that I have staid so long. And dogged York, that reaches at the moon, Suf. Nay, Gloster, know, that thou art come Whose overweening arm I have pluck'd back,
By false accuset doth level at my life:Unless thou wert more loyal than thou art : And you, my sovereign lady, with the rest, I do arrest thee of high treason here.
Causeless have laid disgraces on my head; Glo. Well, Suffolk, yet thou shalt not see And, with your best endeavour, have stirr'd up me blush,
My liefest: liege to be mine enemy: Nor change my countenance for this arrest; Ay, all of you have laid your heads together A heart unspotted is not easily daunted. Myself had notice of your conventicles, The purest spring is not so free from mud, I shall not want false witness to condemn me, As I am clear from treason to my sovereign: Nor store of treasons to augment my guilt; Who can accuse me? wherein am I guilty? The ancient proverb will be well affected, York. 'Tis thought, my lord, that you took A staff is quickly found to beat a dog. bribes of France,
Car. My liege, bis railing is intolerable : And, being protector, stayed the soldiers' pay; If those that care to keep your royal person By means whereof, his highness hath lost From treason's secret knife, and traitor's rage, France.
Be thus upbraided, chid, and rated at, Glo. Is it but thougnt so? What are they And the offender granted scope of speecb, that think it?
"Twill make them cool in zeal unto your grace. * Grar was a general word for things or matters.
* For casily. 7 For accusation. 1 Douret.