As thus to name the severall Colours we doe weare.
Sight may distinguish of Colours:

But suddenly to nominate them all,

It is impossible.

My Lords, Saint Albone here hath done a Miracle:
And would ye not thinke it, Cunning to be great,
That could restore this Cripple to his Legges againe.
Simpc. O Master, that you could?

Glost. My Masters of Saint Albones,

Have you not Beadles in your Towne,

And Things call'd Whippes?

Maior. Yes, my Lord, if it please your Grace.
Glost. Then send for one presently.

Exit.

Maior. Sirrha, goe fetch the Beadle hither straight. Glost. Now fetch me a Stoole hither by and by. Now Sirrha, if you meane to save your selfe from Whipping, leape me over this Stoole, and runne away.

Simpc. Alas Master, I am not able to stand alone:

You

goe about to torture me in vaine.

Enter a Beadle with Whippes.

Glost. Well Sir, we must have you finde your Legges. Sirrha Beadle, whippe him till he leape over that same Stoole. Beadle. I will, my Lord.

Come on Sirrha, off with your Doublet, quickly.

Simpc. Alas Master, what shall I doe? I am not able to stand.

After the Beadle hath hit him once, he leapes over the Stoole,
and runnes away: and they follow, and cry, A Miracle.
King. O God, seest thou this, and bearest so long?
Queene. It made me laugh, to see the Villaine runne.

Glost. Follow the Knave, and take this Drab away.

Wife. Alas Sir, we did it for pure need.

Glost. Let them be whipt through every Market Towne, Till they come to Barwick, from whence they came.

Exit.

Card. Duke Humfrey ha's done a Miracle to day. Suff. True: made the Lame to leape and flye away. Glost. But you have done more Miracles then I : You made in a day, my Lord, whole Townes to flye.

Enter Buckingham.

King. What Tidings with our Cosin Buckingham ?
Buck. Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold:
A sort of naughtie persons, lewdly bent,
Under the Countenance and Confederacie
Of Lady Elianor, the Protectors Wife,
The Ring-leader 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,
Raysing up wicked Spirits from under ground,
Demanding of King Henries Life and Death,
And other of your Highnesse Privie Councell,
As more at large your Grace shall understand.

Card. And so my Lord Protector, by this meanes
Your Lady is forth-comming, yet at London.
This Newes I thinke hath turn'd your Weapons edge;
'Tis like, my Lord, you will not keepe your houre.

Glost. Ambitious Church-man, leave to afflict my
Sorrow and griefe have vanquisht all my powers:
And vanquisht as I am, I yeeld to thee,

Or to the meanest Groome.

heart:

King. O God, what mischiefes work the wicked ones? Heaping confusion on their owne heads thereby.

Queene. Gloster, see here the Taincture of thy Nest,

And looke thy selfe be faultlesse, thou wert best.

Glost. Madame, for my selfe, to Heaven I doe appeale, How I have lov'd my King, and Common-weale : And for my Wife, I know not how it stands, Sorry I am to heare what I have heard.

Noble shee is: but if shee have forgot

Honor and Vertue, and convers't with such,
As like to Pytch, defile Nobilitie;

I banish her my Bed, and Companie,

And give her as a Prey to Law and Shame,
That hath dis-honored Glosters honest Name.

King. Well, for this Night we will repose us here:
To morrow toward London, backe againe,

To looke into this Businesse thorowly,

And call these foule Offendors to their Answeres;
And poyse the Cause in Justice equall Scales,

Whose Beame stands sure, whose rightful cause prevailes.

Flourish. Exeunt.

Enter Yorke, Salisbury, and Warwick.

Yorke. Now my good Lords of Salisbury & Warwick, Our simple Supper ended, give me leave,

In this close Walke, to satisfie my selfe,

In craving your opinion of my Title,
Which is infallible, to Englands Crowne.

Salisb. My Lord, I long to heare it in full.

Warw. Sweet Yorke begin: and if thy clayme be good,

The Nevills are thy Subjects to command.

Torke. Then thus:

Edward the third, my Lords, had seven Sonnes :

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 fift, was Edmond Langley, Duke of Yorke ;

The sixt, was Thomas of Woodstock, Duke of Gloster;
William of Windsor was the seventh, and last.
Edward the Black-Prince dyed before his Father,
And left behinde him Richard, his onely Sonne,
Who after Edward the third's death, raign'd as King,

Till Henry Bullingbrooke, Duke of Lancaster,
The eldest Sonne and Heire of John of Gaunt,
Crown'd by the Name of Henry the fourth,
Seiz'd on the Realme, depos'd the rightfull King,
Sent his poore Queene to France, from whence she came,
And him to Pumfret; where, as all you know,

Harmlesse Richard was murthered traiterously.

Warw. Father, the Duke hath told the truth; Thus got the House of Lancaster the Crowne.

Yorke. Which now they hold by force, and not by right: For Richard, the first Sonnes Heire, being dead, The Issue of the next Sonne should have reign'd.

Salisb. But William of Hatfield dyed without an Heire.
Yorke. The third Sonne, Duke of Clarence,
From whose Line I clayme the Crowne,
Had Issue Phillip, a Daughter,

Who marryed Edmond Mortimer, Earle of March:
Edmond had Issue, Roger, Earle of March;
Roger had Issue, Edmond, Anne, and Elianor.

Salisb. This Edmond, in the Reigne of Bullingbrooke,
As I have read, layd clayme unto the Crowne,
And but for Owen Glendour, had beene King;
Who kept him in Captivitie, till he dyed.

But, to the rest.

Yorke.

His eldest Sister Anne,

My Mother, being Heire unto the Crowne,

Marryed Richard, Earle of Cambridge,
Who was to Edmond Langley,

Edward the thirds fift Sonnes Sonne;

By her I clayme the Kingdome:

She was Heire to Roger, Earle of March,
Who was the Sonne of Edmond Mortimer,
Who marryed Phillip, sole Daughter
Unto Lionel, Duke of Clarence.
So, if the Issue of the elder Sonne

Succeed before the younger, I am King.

Warw. What plaine proceedings is more plain then this ? Henry doth clayme the Crowne from John of Gaunt,

The fourth Sonne, Yorke claymes it from the third:

Till Lionels Issue fayles, his should not reigne.
It fayles not yet, but flourishes in thee,

And in thy Sonnes, faire slippes of such a Stock.
Then Father Salisbury, kneele we together,
And in this private Plot be we the first,
That shall salute our rightfull Soveraigne

With honor of his Birth-right to the Crowne.

Both. Long live our Soveraigne Richard, Englands King.

Yorke. We thanke you Lords:

But I am not your King, till I be Crown'd,

And that my Sword be stayn'd

With heart-blood of the House of Lancaster :

And that's not suddenly to be perform'd,

But with advice and silent secrecie.

Doe you as I doe in these dangerous dayes,
Winke at the Duke of Suffolkes insolence,
At Beaufords Pride, at Somersets Ambition,
At Buckingham, and all the Crew of them,
Till they have snar'd the Shepheard of the Flock,
That vertuous Prince, the good Duke Humfrey:
'Tis that they seeke; and they, in seeking that,

Shall finde their deaths, if Yorke can prophecie.

Salisb. My Lord, breake we off; we know your minde at full. Warw. My heart assures me, that the Earle of Warwick

Shall one day make the Duke of Yorke a King.

Yorke. And Nevill, this I doe assure my selfe, Richard shall live to make the Earle of Warwick The greatest man in England, but the King.

Exeunt.

Sound Trumpets. Enter the King and State, with Guard,

to banish the Duchesse.

King, Stand forth Dame Elianor Cobham,