The Second Part of King Henry the Sixth

[She gives the DUCHESS a box on the ear]

I cry your mercy, madam; was it you?  DUCHESS. Was't I? Yea, I it was, proud Frenchwoman.    Could I come near your beauty with my nails,    I could set my ten commandments in your face.  KING HENRY. Sweet aunt, be quiet; 'twas against her will.  DUCHESS. Against her will, good King? Look to 't in time;    She'll hamper thee and dandle thee like a baby.    Though in this place most master wear no breeches,    She shall not strike Dame Eleanor unreveng'd. Exit  BUCKINGHAM. Lord Cardinal, I will follow Eleanor,    And listen after Humphrey, how he proceeds.    She's tickled now; her fume needs no spurs,    She'll gallop far enough to her destruction. Exit

Re-enter GLOUCESTER

  GLOUCESTER. Now, lords, my choler being overblown    With walking once about the quadrangle,    I come to talk of commonwealth affairs.    As for your spiteful false objections,    Prove them, and I lie open to the law;    But God in mercy so deal with my soul    As I in duty love my king and country!    But to the matter that we have in hand:    I say, my sovereign, York is meetest man    To be your Regent in the realm of France.  SUFFOLK. Before we make election, give me leave    To show some reason, of no little force,    That York is most unmeet of any man.  YORK. I'll tell thee, Suffolk, why I am unmeet:    First, for I cannot flatter thee in pride;    Next, if I be appointed for the place,    My Lord of Somerset will keep me here    Without discharge, money, or furniture,    Till France be won into the Dauphin's hands.    Last time I danc'd attendance on his will    Till Paris was besieg'd, famish'd, and lost.  WARWICK. That can I witness; and a fouler fact    Did never traitor in the land commit.  SUFFOLK. Peace, headstrong Warwick!  WARWICK. Image of pride, why should I hold my peace?

Enter HORNER, the Armourer, and his man PETER, guarded

  SUFFOLK. Because here is a man accus'd of treason:    Pray God the Duke of York excuse himself!  YORK. Doth any one accuse York for a traitor?  KING HENRY. What mean'st thou, Suffolk? Tell me, what arethese?  SUFFOLK. Please it your Majesty, this is the man    That doth accuse his master of high treason;    His words were these: that Richard Duke of York    Was rightful heir unto the English crown,    And that your Majesty was an usurper.  KING HENRY. Say, man, were these thy words?

HORNER. An't shall please your Majesty, I never said nor thought any such matter. God is my witness, I am falsely accus'd by the villain.

PETER. [Holding up his hands] By these ten bones, my lords, he did speak them to me in the garret one night, as we were scouring my Lord of York's armour.

  YORK. Base dunghill villain and mechanical,    I'll have thy head for this thy traitor's speech.    I do beseech your royal Majesty,    Let him have all the rigour of the law.

HORNER`. Alas, my lord, hang me if ever I spake the words. My accuser is my prentice; and when I did correct him for his fault the other day, he did vow upon his knees he would be even with me. I have good witness of this; therefore I beseech your Majesty, do not cast away an honest man for a villain's accusation.

  KING HENRY. Uncle, what shall we say to this in law?  GLOUCESTER. This doom, my lord, if I may judge:    Let Somerset be Regent o'er the French,    Because in York this breeds suspicion;    And let these have a day appointed them    For single combat in convenient place,    For he hath witness of his servant's malice.    This is the law, and this Duke Humphrey's doom.  SOMERSET. I humbly thank your royal Majesty.  HORNER. And I accept the combat willingly.

PETER. Alas, my lord, I cannot fight; for God's sake, pity my case!

The spite of man prevaileth against me. O Lord, have mercy upon me, I shall never be able to fight a blow! O Lord, my heart!

GLOUCESTER. Sirrah, or you must fight or else be hang'd.

KING HENRY. Away with them to prison; and the day of combat shall be the last of the next month.

Come, Somerset, we'll see thee sent away. Flourish. Exeunt

SCENE IV. London. The DUKE OF GLOUCESTER'S garden

Enter MARGERY JOURDAIN, the witch; the two priests, HUME and SOUTHWELL; and BOLINGBROKE

HUME. Come, my masters; the Duchess, I tell you, expects performance of your promises.

BOLINGBROKE. Master Hume, we are therefore provided; will her ladyship behold and hear our exorcisms?

HUME. Ay, what else? Fear you not her courage.

BOLINGBROKE. I have heard her reported to be a woman of an invincible spirit; but it shall be convenient, Master Hume, that you be by her aloft while we be busy below; and so I pray you go, in God's name, and leave us. [Exit HUME] Mother Jourdain, be you prostrate and grovel on the earth; John Southwell, read you;

and let us to our work.

Enter DUCHESS aloft, followed by HUME

DUCHESS. Well said, my masters; and welcome all. To this gear, the sooner the better.

  BOLINGBROKE. Patience, good lady; wizards know their times:    Deep night, dark night, the silent of the night,    The time of night when Troy was set on fire;    The time when screech-owls cry and ban-dogs howl,    And spirits walk and ghosts break up their graves-    That time best fits the work we have in hand.    Madam, sit you, and fear not: whom we raise    We will make fast within a hallow'd verge.     [Here they do the ceremonies belonging, and make the circle;          BOLINGBROKE or SOUTHWELL reads: 'Conjuro te,' &c.     It thunders and lightens terribly; then the SPIRIT riseth]  SPIRIT. Adsum.  MARGERY JOURDAIN. Asmath,    By the eternal God, whose name and power    Thou tremblest at, answer that I shall ask;    For till thou speak thou shalt not pass from hence.  SPIRIT. Ask what thou wilt; that I had said and done.  BOLINGBROKE. [Reads] 'First of the king: what shall of himbecome?'  SPIRIT. The Duke yet lives that Henry shall depose;    But him outlive, and die a violent death.             [As the SPIRIT speaks, SOUTHWELL writes the answer]  BOLINGBROKE. 'What fates await the Duke of Suffolk?'  SPIRIT. By water shall he die and take his end.  BOLINGBROKE. 'What shall befall the Duke of Somerset?'  SPIRIT. Let him shun castles:    Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains    Than where castles mounted stand.    Have done, for more I hardly can endure.  BOLINGBROKE. Descend to darkness and the burning lake;    False fiend, avoid! Thunder and lightning. Exit SPIRIT

Enter the DUKE OF YORK and the DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM with guard, and break in

  YORK. Lay hands upon these traitors and their trash.    Beldam, I think we watch'd you at an inch.    What, madam, are you there? The King and commonweal    Are deeply indebted for this piece of pains;    My Lord Protector will, I doubt it not,    See you well guerdon'd for these good deserts.  DUCHESS. Not half so bad as thine to England's king,    Injurious Duke, that threatest where's no cause.  BUCKINGHAM. True, madam, none at all. What can you this?    Away with them! let them be clapp'd up close,    And kept asunder. You, madam, shall with us.    Stafford, take her to thee.    We'll see your trinkets here all forthcoming.    All, away!

Exeunt, above, DUCHESS and HUME, guarded; below, WITCH, SOUTHWELL and BOLINGBROKE, guarded

  YORK. Lord Buckingham, methinks you watch'd her well.    A pretty plot, well chosen to build upon!    Now, pray, my lord, let's see the devil's writ.    What have we here? [Reads]    'The duke yet lives that Henry shall depose;    But him outlive, and die a violent death.'    Why, this is just    'Aio te, Aeacida, Romanos vincere posse.'    Well, to the rest:    'Tell me what fate awaits the Duke of Suffolk?'    'By water shall he die and take his end.'    'What shall betide the Duke of Somerset?'    'Let him shun castles;    Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains    Than where castles mounted stand.'    Come, come, my lords;    These oracles are hardly attain'd,    And hardly understood.    The King is now in progress towards Saint Albans,    With him the husband of this lovely lady;    Thither go these news as fast as horse can carry them-    A sorry breakfast for my Lord Protector.  BUCKINGHAM. Your Grace shall give me leave, my Lord of York,    To be the post, in hope of his reward.  YORK. At your pleasure, my good lord.    Who's within there, ho?

Enter a serving-man

    Invite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick    To sup with me to-morrow night. Away! Exeunt

ACT II

SCENE I. Saint Albans

Enter the KING, QUEEN, GLOUCESTER, CARDINAL, and SUFFOLK, with Falconers halloing

  QUEEN. Believe me, lords, for flying at the brook,    I saw not better sport these seven years' day;    Yet, by your leave, the wind was very high,    And ten to one old Joan had not gone out.  KING HENRY. But what a point, my lord, your falcon made,    And what a pitch she flew above the rest!    To see how God in all His creatures works!    Yea, man and birds are fain of climbing high.  SUFFOLK. No marvel, an it like your Majesty,    My Lord Protector's hawks do tow'r so well;    They know their master loves to be aloft,    And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch.  GLOUCESTER. My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind    That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.  CARDINAL. I thought as much; he would be above the clouds.  GLOUCESTER. Ay, my lord Cardinal, how think you by that?    Were it not good your Grace could fly to heaven?  KING HENRY. The treasury of everlasting joy!  CARDINAL. Thy heaven is on earth; thine eyes and thoughts    Beat on a crown, the treasure of thy heart;    Pernicious Protector, dangerous peer,    That smooth'st it so with King and commonweal.

GLOUCESTER. What, Cardinal, is your priesthood grown peremptory?

    Tantaene animis coelestibus irae?    Churchmen so hot? Good uncle, hide such malice;    With such holiness can you do it?  SUFFOLK. No malice, sir; no more than well becomes    So good a quarrel and so bad a peer.  GLOUCESTER. As who, my lord?  SUFFOLK. Why, as you, my lord,    An't like your lordly Lord's Protectorship.  GLOUCESTER. Why, Suffolk, England knows thine insolence.  QUEEN. And thy ambition, Gloucester.  KING HENRY. I prithee, peace,    Good Queen, and whet not on these furious peers;    For blessed are the peacemakers on earth.  CARDINAL. Let me be blessed for the peace I make    Against this proud Protector with my sword!

GLOUCESTER. [Aside to CARDINAL] Faith, holy uncle, would 'twere come to that!

  CARDINAL. [Aside to GLOUCESTER] Marry, when thou dar'st.

GLOUCESTER. [Aside to CARDINAL] Make up no factious numbers for the matter;

In thine own person answer thy abuse.

CARDINAL. [Aside to GLOUCESTER] Ay, where thou dar'st not peep;

an if thou dar'st, This evening on the east side of the grove.

  KING HENRY. How now, my lords!

CARDINAL. Believe me, cousin Gloucester, Had not your man put up the fowl so suddenly, We had had more sport. [Aside to GLOUCESTER] Come with thy two-hand sword.

  GLOUCESTER. True, uncle.

CARDINAL. [Aside to GLOUCESTER] Are ye advis'd? The east side of the grove?

  GLOUCESTER. [Aside to CARDINAL] Cardinal, I am with you.  KING HENRY. Why, how now, uncle Gloucester!  GLOUCESTER. Talking of hawking; nothing else, my lord.    [Aside to CARDINAL] Now, by God's Mother, priest,    I'll shave your crown for this,    Or all my fence shall fail.  CARDINAL. [Aside to GLOUCESTER] Medice, teipsum;    Protector, see to't well; protect yourself.  KING HENRY. The winds grow high; so do your stomachs, lords.    How irksome is this music to my heart!    When such strings jar, what hope of harmony?    I pray, my lords, let me compound this strife.

Enter a TOWNSMAN of Saint Albans, crying 'A miracle!'

  GLOUCESTER. What means this noise?    Fellow, what miracle dost thou proclaim?  TOWNSMAN. A miracle! A miracle!  SUFFOLK. Come to the King, and tell him what miracle.  TOWNSMAN. Forsooth, a blind man at Saint Albans shrine    Within this half hour hath receiv'd his sight;    A man that ne'er saw in his life before.

KING HENRY. Now God be prais'd that to believing souls Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair!

Enter the MAYOR OF SAINT ALBANS and his brethren, bearing Simpcox between two in a chair;

his WIFE and a multitude following

  CARDINAL. Here comes the townsmen on procession    To present your Highness with the man.  KING HENRY. Great is his comfort in this earthly vale,    Although by his sight his sin be multiplied.  GLOUCESTER. Stand by, my masters; bring him near the King;    His Highness' pleasure is to talk with him.  KING HENRY. Good fellow, tell us here the circumstance,    That we for thee may glorify the Lord.    What, hast thou been long blind and now restor'd?  SIMPCOX. Born blind, an't please your Grace.  WIFE. Ay indeed was he.  SUFFOLK. What woman is this?  WIFE. His wife, an't like your worship.

GLOUCESTER. Hadst thou been his mother, thou couldst have better told.

  KING HENRY. Where wert thou born?  SIMPCOX. At Berwick in the north, an't like your Grace.  KING HENRY. Poor soul, God's goodness hath been great to thee.    Let never day nor night unhallowed pass,    But still remember what the Lord hath done.  QUEEN. Tell me, good fellow, cam'st thou here by chance,    Or of devotion, to this holy shrine?  SIMPCOX. God knows, of pure devotion; being call'd    A hundred times and oft'ner, in my sleep,    By good Saint Alban, who said 'Simpcox, come,    Come, offer at my shrine, and I will help thee.'  WIFE. Most true, forsooth; and many time and oft    Myself have heard a voice to call him so.  CARDINAL. What, art thou lame?  SIMPCOX. Ay, God Almighty help me!  SUFFOLK. How cam'st thou so?  SIMPCOX. A fall off of a tree.  WIFE. A plum tree, master.  GLOUCESTER. How long hast thou been blind?  SIMPCOX. O, born so, master!  GLOUCESTER. What, and wouldst climb a tree?  SIMPCOX. But that in all my life, when I was a youth.  WIFE. Too true; and bought his climbing very dear.

GLOUCESTER. Mass, thou lov'dst plums well, that wouldst venture so.

  SIMPCOX. Alas, good master, my wife desir'd some damsons    And made me climb, With danger of my life.  GLOUCESTER. A subtle knave! But yet it shall not serve:    Let me see thine eyes; wink now; now open them;    In my opinion yet thou seest not well.

SIMPCOX. Yes, master, clear as day, I thank God and Saint Alban.

  GLOUCESTER. Say'st thou me so? What colour is this cloak of?  SIMPCOX. Red, master; red as blood.  GLOUCESTER. Why, that's well said. What colour is my gown of?  SIMPCOX. Black, forsooth; coal-black as jet.  KING HENRY. Why, then, thou know'st what colour jet is of?  SUFFOLK. And yet, I think, jet did he never see.  GLOUCESTER. But cloaks and gowns before this day a many.  WIFE. Never before this day in all his life.  GLOUCESTER. Tell me, sirrah, what's my name?  SIMPCOX. Alas, master, I know not.  GLOUCESTER. What's his name?  SIMPCOX. I know not.  GLOUCESTER. Nor his?  SIMPCOX. No, indeed, master.  GLOUCESTER. What's thine own name?  SIMPCOX. Saunder Simpcox, an if it please you, master.

GLOUCESTER. Then, Saunder, sit there, the lying'st knave in Christendom. If thou hadst been born blind, thou mightst as well have known all our names as thus to name the several colours we do wear. Sight may distinguish of colours; but suddenly to nominate them all, it is impossible. My lords, Saint Alban here hath done a miracle; and would ye not think his cunning to be great that could restore this cripple to his legs again?

  SIMPCOX. O master, that you could!

GLOUCESTER. My masters of Saint Albans, have you not beadles in your town, and things call'd whips?

  MAYOR. Yes, my lord, if it please your Grace.  GLOUCESTER. Then send for one presently.  MAYOR. Sirrah, go fetch the beadle hither straight.

Exit an attendant

GLOUCESTER. Now fetch me a stool hither by and by. [A stool brought] Now, sirrah, if you mean to save yourself from whipping, leap me over this stool and run away.

  SIMPCOX. Alas, master, I am not able to stand alone!    You go about to torture me in vain.

Enter a BEADLE with whips

  GLOUCESTER. Well, sir, we must have you find your legs.    Sirrah beadle, whip him till he leap over that same stool.

BEADLE. I will, my lord. Come on, sirrah; off with your doublet quickly.

SIMPCOX. Alas, master, what shall I do? I am not able to stand.

After the BEADLE hath hit him once, he leaps over the stool and runs away; and they follow and cry 'A miracle!'

  KING HENRY. O God, seest Thou this, and bearest so long?  QUEEN. It made me laugh to see the villain run.  GLOUCESTER. Follow the knave, and take this drab away.  WIFE. Alas, sir, we did it for pure need!

GLOUCESTER. Let them be whipp'd through every market town till they come to Berwick, from whence they came.

Exeunt MAYOR, BEADLE, WIFE, &c.

  CARDINAL. Duke Humphrey has done a miracle to-day.  SUFFOLK. True; made the lame to leap and fly away.  GLOUCESTER. But you have done more miracles than I:    You made in a day, my lord, whole towns to fly.

Enter BUCKINGHAM

  KING HENRY. What tidings with our cousin Buckingham?  BUCKINGHAM. Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold:    A sort of naughty persons, lewdly bent,    Under the countenance and confederacy    Of Lady Eleanor, the Protector's wife,    The ringleader and head of all this rout,    Have practis'd dangerously against your state,    Dealing with witches and with conjurers,    Whom we have apprehended in the fact,    Raising up wicked spirits from under ground,    Demanding of King Henry's life and death    And other of your Highness' Privy Council,    As more at large your Grace shall understand.  CARDINAL. And so, my Lord Protector, by this means    Your lady is forthcoming yet at London.    This news, I think, hath turn'd your weapon's edge;    'Tis like, my lord, you will not keep your hour.  GLOUCESTER. Ambitious churchman, leave to afflict my heart.    Sorrow and grief have vanquish'd all my powers;    And, vanquish'd as I am, I yield to the    Or to the meanest groom.  KING HENRY. O God, what mischiefs work the wicked ones,    Heaping confusion on their own heads thereby!  QUEEN. Gloucester, see here the tainture of thy nest;    And look thyself be faultless, thou wert best.  GLOUCESTER. Madam, for myself, to heaven I do appeal    How I have lov'd my King and commonweal;    And for my wife I know not how it stands.    Sorry I am to hear what I have heard.    Noble she is; but if she have forgot    Honour and virtue, and convers'd with such    As, like to pitch, defile nobility,    I banish her my bed and company    And give her as a prey to law and shame,    That hath dishonoured Gloucester's honest name.  KING HENRY. Well, for this night we will repose us here.    To-morrow toward London back again    To look into this business thoroughly    And call these foul offenders to their answers,    And poise the cause in justice' equal scales,    Whose beam stands sure, whose rightful cause prevails.

Flourish. Exeunt

SCENE II. London. The DUKE OF YORK'S garden

Enter YORK, SALISBURY, and WARWICK

  YORK. Now, my good Lords of Salisbury and Warwick,    Our simple supper ended, give me leave    In this close walk to satisfy myself    In craving your opinion of my tide,    Which is infallible, to England's crown.  SALISBURY. My lord, I long to hear it at full.  WARWICK. Sweet York, begin; and if thy claim be good,    The Nevils are thy subjects to command.  YORK. Then thus:    Edward the Third, my lords, had seven sons;    The first, Edward the Black Prince, Prince of Wales;    The second, William of Hatfield; and the third,    Lionel Duke of Clarence; next to whom    Was John of Gaunt, the Duke of Lancaster;    The fifth was Edmund Langley, Duke of York;    The sixth was Thomas of Woodstock, Duke of Gloucester;    William of Windsor was the seventh and last.    Edward the Black Prince died before his father    And left behind him Richard, his only son,    Who, after Edward the Third's death, reign'd as king    Till Henry Bolingbroke, Duke of Lancaster,    The eldest son and heir of John of Gaunt,    Crown'd by the name of Henry the Fourth,    Seiz'd on the realm, depos'd the rightful king,    Sent his poor queen to France, from whence she came.    And him to Pomfret, where, as all you know,    Harmless Richard was murdered traitorously.  WARWICK. Father, the Duke hath told the truth;    Thus got the house of Lancaster the crown.  YORK. Which now they hold by force, and not by right;    For Richard, the first son's heir, being dead,    The issue of the next son should have reign'd.  SALISBURY. But William of Hatfield died without an heir.  YORK. The third son, Duke of Clarence, from whose line    I claim the crown, had issue Philippe, a daughter,    Who married Edmund Mortimer, Earl of March;    Edmund had issue, Roger Earl of March;    Roger had issue, Edmund, Anne, and Eleanor.  SALISBURY. This Edmund, in the reign of Bolingbroke,    As I have read, laid claim unto the crown;    And, but for Owen Glendower, had been king,    Who kept him in captivity till he died.    But, to the rest.  YORK. His eldest sister, Anne,    My mother, being heir unto the crown,    Married Richard Earl of Cambridge, who was    To Edmund Langley, Edward the Third's fifth son, son.    By her I claim the kingdom: she was heir    To Roger Earl of March, who was the son    Of Edmund Mortimer, who married Philippe,    Sole daughter unto Lionel Duke of Clarence;    So, if the issue of the elder son    Succeed before the younger, I am King.  WARWICK. What plain proceedings 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 issue fails, his should not reign.    It fails not yet, but flourishes in thee    And in thy sons, fair slips of such a stock.    Then, father Salisbury, kneel we together,    And in this private plot be we the first    That shall salute our rightful sovereign    With honour of his birthright to the crown.  BOTH. Long live our sovereign 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 stain'd    With heart-blood of the house of Lancaster;    And that's not suddenly to be perform'd,    But with advice and silent secrecy.    Do you as I do in these dangerous days:    Wink at the Duke of Suffolk's insolence,    At Beaufort's pride, at Somerset's ambition,    At Buckingham, and all the crew of them,    Till they have snar'd the shepherd of the flock,    That virtuous prince, the good Duke Humphrey;    'Tis that they seek; and they, in seeking that,    Shall find their deaths, if York can prophesy.  SALISBURY. My lord, break we off; we know your mind at full.  WARWICK. My heart assures me that the Earl of Warwick    Shall one day make the Duke of York a king.  YORK. And, Nevil, this I do assure myself,    Richard shall live to make the Earl of Warwick    The greatest man in England but the King. Exeunt

SCENE III. London. A hall of justice

Sound trumpets. Enter the KING and State: the QUEEN, GLOUCESTER, YORK, SUFFOLK, and SALISBURY, with guard, to banish the DUCHESS. Enter, guarded, the DUCHESS OF GLOUCESTER, MARGERY JOURDAIN, HUME, SOUTHWELL, and BOLINGBROKE

KING HENRY. 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 adjudg'd to death.    You four, from hence to prison back again;    From thence unto the place of execution:    The witch in Smithfield shall be burnt 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.  DUCHESS. Welcome is banishment; welcome were my death.  GLOUCESTER. Eleanor, the law, thou seest, hath judged thee.    I cannot justify whom the law condemns.

Exeunt the DUCHESS and the 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.  KING HENRY. 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 belov'd    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.    God and King Henry govern England's realm!    Give up your staff, sir, and the King his realm.  GLOUCESTER. My staff! Here, noble Henry, is my staff.    As willingly do I the same resign    As ere 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  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, there let it stand    Where it best fits to be, in Henry's hand.  SUFFOLK. Thus droops this lofty pine and hangs his sprays;    Thus Eleanor's pride dies in her youngest 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,    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 HENRY. A God's name, see the lists and all things fit;    Here let them end it, and God defend the right!  YORK. I never saw a fellow worse bested,    Or more afraid to fight, than is the appellant,    The servant of his 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 sandbag, and PRENTICES drinking to him