King.
Stand forth, Dame Eleanor Cobham, Gloucester's wife: ^note
In sight of God and us, your guilt is great:
Receive the sentence of the law for sins ^note
Such as by God's book are ^note adjudged 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 ^note; welcome were ^note my death.

Glou.
Eleanor, the law, thou see'st, hath judged thee:
I cannot justify whom the law ^note condemns. [Exeunt Duchess and other prisoners, guarded. ^note
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 ^note your majesty, give me leave to go;
Sorrow would solace and mine age would ease ^note.

King.
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 lanthorn to my feet: ^note
And go in peace, Humphrey, no less beloved
Than when thou wert protector to thy king.

Queen.
I see no reason why a king of years
Should be to be protected like a child ^note.
God and King Henry govern England's realm. ^{note note note}
Give up your staff, sir, and the ^note king his realm ^note.

Glou.
My staff? here, noble Henry, is my staff: ^note
As willingly do I the same resign
As e'er thy father Henry made it mine;

And even as willingly ^note 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.

Queen.
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, ^note there let it stand
Where it best ^note fits to be, in Henry's hand.

Suf.
Thus droops this lofty pine and hangs his sprays;
Thus Eleanor's pride dies in her ^note youngest ^note 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 ^note,
So please your highness to behold the fight.

Queen.
Ay, good my lord; for purposely therefore
Left I the court, to see this quarrel tried.

King.
O' ^note God's name, see the lists and all things fit:
Here let them end it; and God defend ^note the right!

York.
I never saw a fellow worse bested,
Or more afraid to fight, than is the appellant,
The servant of this ^note armourer, my lords. Enter at one door, Horner ^note, the Armourer, and his Neighbours, drinking to him so much that he is drunk; and he enters with a drum before him and his staff with a sand-bag fastened to it; and at the other door Peter ^note, his man, with a drum and sand-bag, and 'Prentices drinking to him. ^note

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 ^note 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 ^note 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 ^note already.

Sal.

Come, leave your drinking ^note, 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 ^note 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! ^note

York.
Dispatch: this knave's tongue begins to double.
Sound, trumpets ^note, alarum ^note to the combatants! [Alarum. ^note They fight, and Peter strikes him down.

Hor.

Hold, Peter, hold! I confess, I confess treason.

York.

Take away his weapon. Fellow, thank God, and the good wine in thy master's way.

Peter.

O God, have I overcome mine enemy ^note in this presence? O Peter, thou hast prevailed in right ^note!

King.
Go, take hence ^note 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 ^note wrongfully.
Come, fellow, follow us for thy reward. [Sound a flourish. ^note Exeunt. ^note

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