SCENE IIIA hall of justice.
Sound trumpets. Enter the KING, the QUEEN, GLOUCESTER, YORK, SUFFOLK, and SALISBURY; the DUCHESS OF GLOUCESTER, MARGERY, JOURDAIN, SOUTHWELL, HUME, and BOLINGBROKE, under guard.
Stand forth, Dame Eleanor Cobham, Gloucester's wife:
In sight of God and us, your guilt is great:
Receive the sentence of the law for sins
Such as by God's book are 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, (10)
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.
Welcome is banishment; welcome were my death.
Eleanor, the law, thou see'st, hath judged thee:
I cannot justify whom the law condemns. [Exeunt Duchess and other prisoners, guarded.
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 your majesty, give me leave to go;
Sorrow would solace and mine age would ease.
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 lantern to my feet:
And go in peace, Humphrey, no less beloved
Than when thou wert protector to thy king.
I see no reason why a king of years (29)
Should be to be protected like a child.
God and King Henry govern England's realm.
Give up your staff, sir, and the king his realm.
My staff? here, noble Henry, is my staff:
As willingly do I the same resign
As e'er thy father Henry made it mine;
And even as willingly 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.
Why, now is Henry king, and Margaret queen; (40)
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, there let it stand
Where it best fits to be, in Henry's hand.
Thus droops this lofty pine and hangs his sprays;
Thus Eleanor's pride dies in her youngest days.
Lords, let him go. Please it your majesty,
This is the day appointed for the combat;
And ready are the appellant and defendant, (50)
The armourer and his man, to enter the lists,
So please your highness to behold the fight.
Ay, good my lord; for purposely therefore
Left I the court, to see this quarrel tried.
O' God's name, see the lists and all things fit:
Here let them end it; and God defend the right!
I never saw a fellow worse bested,
Or more afraid to fight, than is the appellant,
The servant of this armourer, my lords. Enter at one door, HORNER, 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, his man, with a drum and sand-bag, and 'Prentices drinking to him.
Here, neighbour Horner, I
drink to you in a cup of sack: and fear not, (61)
neighbour, you shall do well enough.
And here, neighbour, here's a
cup of charneco.
And here's a pot of good
double beer, neighbour: drink, and fear not
Let it come, i' faith, and I'll pledge
you all; and a fig for Peter!
Here, Peter, I drink to thee:
and be not afraid.
Be merry, Peter, and fear not
thy master: fight for credit of the 'prentices.
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 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 already.
Come, leave your drinking, and fall to (81)
blows. Sirrah, what's thy name?
Peter! what more?
Thump! then see thou thump thy
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 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!
Dispatch: this knave's tongue begins to double.
Sound, trumpets, alarum to the combatants! Alarum. They fight, and Peter strikeshim down.
Hold, Peter, hold! I confess, I confess
Take away his weapon. Fellow,
thank God, and the good wine in thy master's
O God, have I overcome mine enemy
in this presence? O Peter, thou hast prevailed
Go, take hence 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 wrongfully.
Come, fellow, follow us for thy reward. [Sound a flourish. Exeunt.