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[Act 2, Scene 3] Sound Trumpets. Enter the King and State, with Guard, to banish the Duchesse. King. stand forth Dame Elianor Cobham, Glosters Wife: In sight of God, and vs, your guilt is great, Receiue the Sentence of the Law for sinne,
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Such as by Gods Booke are adiudg'd to death. You foure from hence to Prison, back againe; From thence, vnto the place of Execution: The Witch in Smithfield shall be burnt to ashes, And you three shall be strangled on the Gallowes.
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You Madame, for you are more Nobly borne, Despoyled of your Honor in your Life, Shall, after three dayes open Penance done, Liue in your Countrey here, in Banishment, With Sir Iohn Stanly, in the Ile of Man. Elianor.
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Welcome is Banishment, welcome were my Death. Glost. Elianor, the Law thou seest hath iudged thee, I cannot iustifie whom the Law condemnes: Mine eyes are full of teares, my heart of griefe. Ah Humfrey, this dishonor in thine age,
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Will bring thy head with sorrow to the ground. I beseech your Maiestie giue me leaue to goe; Sorrow would sollace, and mine Age would ease. King. stay Humfrey, Duke of Gloster, Ere thou goe, giue vp thy Staffe,
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Henry will to himselfe Protector be, And God shall be my hope, my stay, my guide, And Lanthorne to my feete: And goe in peace, Humfrey, no lesse belou'd, Then when thou wert Protetor to thy King. Queene.
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I see no reason, why a King of yeeres Should be to be protected like a Child, God and King Henry gouerne Englands Realme: Giue vp your Staffe, Sir, and the King his Realme. Glost. My Staffe? Here, Noble Henry, is my Staffe:
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As willingly doe I the same resigne, As ere thy Father Henry made it mine; And euen as willingly at thy feete I leaue it, As others would ambitiously receiue it. Farewell good King: when I am dead, and gone,
[1020]
May honorable Peace attend thy Throne. Exit Gloster. Queene. Why now is Henry King, and Margaret Queen, And Humfrey, Duke of Gloster, scarce himselfe, That beares so shrewd a mayme: two Pulls at once; His Lady banisht, and a Limbe lopt off.
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This Staffe of Honor raught, there let it stand, Where it best fits to be, in Henries hand. Suff. Thus droupes this loftie Pyne, & hangs his sprayes, Thus Elianors Pride dyes in her youngest dayes. Yorke. Lords, let him goe. Please it your Maiestie,
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This is the day appointed for the Combat, And ready are the Appellant and Defendant, The Armorer and his Man, to enter the Lists, So please your Highnesse to behold the fight. Queene. I, good my Lord: for purposely therefore
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Left I the Court, to see this Quarrell try'de. King. A Gods Name see the Lysts and all things fit, Here let them end it, and God defend the right. Yorke. I neuer saw a fellow worse bestead, Or more afraid to fight, then is the Appellant,
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The seruant of this Armorer, my Lords. Enter at one Doore the Armorer and his Neighbors, drinking to him so much, that hee is drunke; and he enters with a Drumme before him, and his staffe, with a Sand‑bagge fastened to it: and at the other Doore his Man, with a Drumme and Sand‑bagge, and Prentices drinking to him. 1. Neighbor.

Here Neighbour Horner, I drinke to you

in a Cup of Sack; and feare not Neighbor, you shall doe

well enough.

 2. Neighbor.

And here Neighbour, here's a Cuppe of

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Charneco.

 3. Neighbor.

And here's a Pot of good Double‑Beere

Neighbor: drinke, and feare not your Man.

 Armorer.

Let it come yfaith, and Ile pledge you all,

and a figge for Peter.

1. Prent.
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Here Peter, I drinke to thee, and be not a­

fraid.

 2. Prent.

Be merry Peter, and feare not thy Master,

Fight for credit of the Prentices.

 Peter.

I thanke you all: drinke, and pray for me, I pray

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you, for I thinke I haue taken my last Draught in this

World. Here Robin, and if I dye, I giue thee my Aporne;

and Will, thou shalt haue my Hammer: and here Tom,

take all the Money that I haue. O Lord blesse me, I pray

God, for I am neuer able to deale with my Master, hee

[1060]

hath learnt so much sence already.

 Salisb.

Come, leaue your drinking, and fall to blowes.

Sirrha, what's thy Name?

 Peter.

Peter forsooth.

Salisb.

Peter? what more?

Peter.
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Thumpe.

Salisb.

Thumpe? Then see thou thumpe thy Master

well.

 Armorer.

Masters, I am come hither as it were vpon

my Mans instigation, to proue him a Knaue, and my selfe

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an honest man: and touching the Duke of Yorke, I will

take my death, I neuer meant him any ill, nor the King,

nor the Queene: and therefore Peter haue at thee with a

downe‑right blow.

 Yorke.

Dispatch, this Knaues tongue begins to double

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Sound Trumpets, Alarum to the Combattants.

 They fight, and Peter strikes him downe. Armorer.

Hold Peter, hold, I confesse, I confesse Trea­

son.

 Yorke.

Take away his Weapon: Fellow thanke God,

and the good Wine in thy Masters way.

 Peter.
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O God, haue I ouercome mine Enemies in this

presence? O Peter, thou hast preuayl'd in right.

King. Goe, take hence that Traytor from our sight, For by his death we doe perceiue his guilt, And God in Iustice hath reueal'd to vs
[1085]
The truth and innocence of this poore fellow, Which he had thought to haue murther'd wrongfully. Come fellow, follow vs for thy Reward. Sound a flourish. Exeunt.
 

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         <hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>will to himselfe Protector be,</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Glost.</speaker>
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      <l n="1017">And euen as willingly at thy feete I leaue it,</l>
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      <l n="1020">May honorable Peace attend thy Throne.</l>
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   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Gloster.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-mar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Queene.</speaker>
      <l n="1021">Why now is<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>King, and<hi rend="italic">Margaret</hi>Queen,</l>
      <l n="1022">And<hi rend="italic">Humfrey</hi>, Duke of Gloster, scarce himselfe,</l>
      <l n="1023">That beares so shrewd a mayme: two Pulls at once;</l>
      <l n="1024">His Lady banisht, and a Limbe lopt off.</l>
      <l n="1025">This Staffe of Honor raught, there let it stand,</l>
      <l n="1026">Where it best fits to be, in<hi rend="italic">Henries</hi>hand.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-2h6-suf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Suff.</speaker>
      <l n="1027">Thus droupes this loftie Pyne, &amp; hangs his sprayes,</l>
      <l n="1028">Thus<hi rend="italic">Elianors</hi>Pride dyes in her youngest dayes.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-2h6-pla">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yorke.</speaker>
      <l n="1029">Lords, let him goe. Please it your Maiestie,</l>
      <l n="1030">This is the day appointed for the Combat,</l>
      <l n="1031">And ready are the Appellant and Defendant,</l>
      <l n="1032">The Armorer and his Man, to enter the Lists,</l>
      <l n="1033">So please your Highnesse to behold the fight.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-2h6-mar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Queene.</speaker>
      <l n="1034">I, good my Lord: for purposely therefore</l>
      <l n="1035">Left I the Court, to see this Quarrell try'de.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-2h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="1036">A Gods Name see the Lysts and all things fit,</l>
      <l n="1037">Here let them end it, and God defend the right.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-2h6-pla">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yorke.</speaker>
      <l n="1038">I neuer saw a fellow worse bestead,</l>
      <l n="1039">Or more afraid to fight, then is the Appellant,</l>
      <l n="1040">The seruant of this Armorer, my Lords.</l>
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   <stage rend="italic" type="entrance">Enter at one Doore the Armorer and his Neighbors, drinking
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      <speaker rend="italic">1. Neighbor.</speaker>
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      <speaker rend="italic">2. Neighbor.</speaker>
      <p n="1044">And here Neighbour, here's a Cuppe of
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      <speaker rend="italic">3. Neighbor.</speaker>
      <p n="1046">And here's a Pot of good Double‑Beere
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      <speaker rend="italic">Armorer.</speaker>
      <p n="1048">Let it come yfaith, and Ile pledge you all,
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   <sp who="#F-2h6-pre.1">
      <speaker rend="italic">1. Prent.</speaker>
      <p n="1050">Here<hi rend="italic">Peter</hi>, I drinke to thee, and be not a­
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      <speaker rend="italic">2. Prent.</speaker>
      <p n="1052">Be merry<hi rend="italic">Peter</hi>, and feare not thy Master,
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   <sp who="#F-2h6-pet">
      <speaker rend="italic">Peter.</speaker>
      <p n="1054">I thanke you all: drinke, and pray for me, I pray
      <lb n="1055"/>you, for I thinke I haue taken my last Draught in this
      <lb n="1056"/>World. Here<hi rend="italic">Robin</hi>, and if I dye, I giue thee my Aporne;
      <lb n="1057"/>and<hi rend="italic">Will</hi>, thou shalt haue my Hammer: and here<hi rend="italic">Tom</hi>,
      <lb n="1058"/>take all the Money that I haue. O Lord blesse me, I pray
      <lb n="1059"/>God, for I am neuer able to deale with my Master, hee
      <lb n="1060"/>hath learnt so much sence already.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-sal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Salisb.</speaker>
      <p n="1061">Come, leaue your drinking, and fall to blowes.
      <lb n="1062"/>Sirrha, what's thy Name?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-pet">
      <speaker rend="italic">Peter.</speaker>
      <p n="1063">
         <hi rend="italic">Peter</hi>forsooth.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-sal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Salisb.</speaker>
      <p n="1064">
         <hi rend="italic">Peter?</hi>what more?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-pet">
      <speaker rend="italic">Peter.</speaker>
      <p n="1065">
         <hi rend="italic">Thumpe.</hi>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-sal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Salisb.</speaker>
      <p n="1066">
         <hi rend="italic">Thumpe?</hi>Then see thou thumpe thy Master
      <lb n="1067"/>well.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-arm">
      <speaker rend="italic">Armorer.</speaker>
      <p n="1068">Masters, I am come hither as it were vpon
      <lb n="1069"/>my Mans instigation, to proue him a Knaue, and my selfe
      <lb n="1070"/>an honest man: and touching the Duke of Yorke, I will
      <lb n="1071"/>take my death, I neuer meant him any ill, nor the King,
      <lb n="1072"/>nor the Queene: and therefore<hi rend="italic">Peter</hi>haue at thee with a
      <lb n="1073"/>downe‑right blow.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-pla">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yorke.</speaker>
      <p n="1074">Dispatch, this Knaues tongue begins to double
      <lb n="1075"/>Sound Trumpets, Alarum to the Combattants.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="business">They fight, and Peter strikes him downe.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-arm">
      <speaker rend="italic">Armorer.</speaker>
      <p n="1076">Hold<hi rend="italic">Peter</hi>, hold, I confesse, I confesse Trea­
      <lb n="1077"/>son.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-pla">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yorke.</speaker>
      <p n="1078">Take away his Weapon: Fellow thanke God,
      <lb n="1079"/>and the good Wine in thy Masters way.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-pet">
      <speaker rend="italic">Peter.</speaker>
      <p n="1080">O God, haue I ouercome mine Enemies in this
      <lb n="1081"/>presence? O<hi rend="italic">Peter</hi>, thou hast preuayl'd in right.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="1082">Goe, take hence that Traytor from our sight,</l>
      <l n="1083">For by his death we doe perceiue his guilt,</l>
      <l n="1084">And God in Iustice hath reueal'd to vs</l>
      <l n="1085">The truth and innocence of this poore fellow,</l>
      <l n="1086">Which he had thought to haue murther'd wrongfully.</l>
      <l n="1087">Come fellow, follow vs for thy Reward.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="business">Sound a flourish.</stage>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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