Your lady is forth coming, yet at London.

This news, I think, hath turn'd your weapon's edge. 'Tis like, my lord, you will not keep your hour. Afide to Glo'fter. Glo. Ambitious Churchman! leave t'afflict my heart!

Sorrow and grief have vanquish'd all my powers;
And vanquifh'd as I am, I yield to thee,
Or to the meanest groom.

[ones, K. Henry. O God, what mifchiefs work the wicked Heaping confufion on their own heads thereby! Queen. Glofter, fee here the tainture of thy neft, And look, thyfelf be faultlefs, thou wert best.

Glo. Madam, for myself, to heav'n I do appeal,
How I have lov'd my King and common-weal:
And for my wife, I know not how it ftands.
Sorry am I to hear what I have heard;
Noble fhe is; but if fhe have forgot
Honour and Virtue, and convers'd with fuch
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 difhonour'd Glo'fter's honeft name. [here;
K. Henry. Well, for this night we will repofe us
To-morrow toward London back again,

To look into this business thoroughly.

And call these foul offenders to their anfwers;
And poife the Caufe in Juftice' equal fcales,

Whole beam ftands fure, whofe rightful caufe pré

vails.

SCENE

[Flourish. Exeunt.

IV.

York.

·Changes to the Duke of York's Palace.
Enter York, Salisbury, and Warwick.

Now,

[O W, my good lords of Salisbury and Warwick,

Our fimple fupper ended, give me leave,

In this close walk to fatisfy myself;
In craving your opinion of my Title,
Which is infallible, to England's Crown.

Sal. My lord, I long to hear it thus at full.
War. Sweet Yark, begin; and if thy Claim be good,
The Nevills are thy fubjects to command.

York. Then thus:

Edward the Third, my lords, had seven sons :
The firft, Edward the black Prince, Prince of Wales;
The fecond, William of Hatfield; and the third,
Lionel, Duke of Clarence; next to whom
Was John of Gaunt, the Duke of Lancaster;
The fifth was Edmond Langley, Duke of York;
The fixth, was Thomas of Woodstock, Duke of Glofter;
William of Windfor was the seventh and last.
Edward the black Prince dy'd before his father,
And left behind him Richard, his only fon,
Who, after Edward the Third's death, reign'd King;
Till Henry Bolingbroke, Duke of Lancafler,
The eldest fon 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 the came,
And him to Pomfret; where, as all you know,
Harmless King Richard trait'roully was murder'd.
War. 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 firft fon's heir being dead,
The Iffue of the next fon fhould have reign'd.

Sal. But William of Hatfield dy'd without an heir.
York. The third fon, Duke of Clarence, from whofe
Line

I claim the Crown, had iffue Philip, a daughter,
Who married Edmond Mortimer, Earl of March.
Edmond had iffue; Roger Earl of March:
Roger had iffue; Edmond. Anne, and Eleanor.
C 4

Sal.

Sal. This Edmond, in the reign of Bolingbroke,
As I have read, laid Claim unto the Crown;
And, but for Owen Glendour, had been King;
Who kept him in captivity, till he dy'd.
But, to the reft-

York. His eldest fifter, Anne,

My mother, being heir unto the Crown,
Married Richard Earl of Cambridge,
Who was the fon to Edmond Langley,
Edward the Third's fifth fon.-

By her I claim the Kingdom; fhe was heir
To Roger Earl of March, who was the fon
Of Edmond Mortimer, who married Philip,
Sole daughter unto Lionel Duke of Clarence.
So, if the Iffue of the elder son

Succeed before the younger, I am King.

War. What plain proceeding is more plain than this?

Henry doth claim the Crown from John of Gaunt,
The fourth fon; York here claims it from the third.
Till Lionel's iffue fail, his fhould not reign;
It fails not yet, but flourisheth in thee
And in thy fons, fair flips of fuch a flock.
Then, father Salisbury, kneel we together,
And in this private Plot be we the firft,
That fhall falute our rightful Sovereign
With honour of his birth-right to the Crown.
Both. Long live our Sov'reign Richard, England's
King!

York. We thank you, lords: but I am not your King,
'Till I be crown'd; and that my fword be ftain'd
With heart-blood of the Houfe of Lancaster:
And that's not fuddenly to be perform'd,
But with advice and filent fecrecy.
Do you, as I do, in these dang'rous days,
Wink at the Duke of Suffolk's Infolence,
At Beauford's Pride, at Somerfet's Ambition,
At Buckingham, and all the crew of them;

Till they have fnar'd the shepherd of the flock,
That virtuous Prince, the good Duke Humphry :
'Tis That they feek; and they in seeking That
Shall feek their deaths, if York can prophefy.

Sal. My lord, here break we off; we know your mind.

War. My heart affures me, that the Earl of Warwick

Shall one day make the Duke of York a King.
York. And, Nevill, this I do affure myself:
Richard fhall live to make the Earl of Warwick
The greatest man in England, but the King. [Exeunt.

SCENE V.

Changes to a Houfe near to Smithfield. Sound Trumpets. Enter King Henry and Nobles; the Dutchefs, Mother Jordan, Southwel, Hume, and Bolingbroke, under guard.

K. Henry. STA

TAND forth, Dame Eleanor Cobham,
Glofter's wife,

In fight of God and us your guilt is great;
Receive the fentence of the law for fins,
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 fhall be burn'd to aflies.
And you three shall be ftrangled on the gallows.
You, Madam, for you are more nobly born,
Defpoiled 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.

Elean. Welcome is exile, welcome were my death.
Glo. The law, thou feeft, hath judg'd thee, Eleanor;

I cannot justify, whom law condemns.

[Exeunt Eleanor, and the others, guarded. C5

Mine

Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief.
Ah, Humphry! this dishonour in thine age
Will bring thy head with forrow to the ground.
I beseech your Majefty, give me leave to go;
Sorrow would Solace, and my age would Eafe.
K. Henry. Stay Humphry, Duke of Glofter; ere
thou go,

Give up thy ftaff; Henry will to himself
Protector be, and God fhall be my hope,
My stay, my guide, and lanthorn to my feet.
And go in peace, Humphry, no lefs belov'd,
Than when thou wert Protector to thy King.

Q. Mar. I fee 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 ftaff, Sir, and the King his realm.
Glo. My ftaff? here, noble Henry, is my staff:
As willingly do I the fame refign,

As e'er thy father Henry made it mine;
And even as willing at thy feet I leave it,
As others would ambitiously receive it.

Farewel, good King; when I am dead and gone,
May honourable peace attend thy throne.

[Exit Glo'fer. Q. Mar. Why, now is Henry King, and Margret

Queen.

And Humphry, Duke of Glofter, scarce himself,
That bears fo fhrewd a maim; two pulls at once;
His lady banish'd, and a limb lopt off:

This ftaff of honour raught, there let it ftand,
Where beft it fits to be, in Henry's hand.

[fprayes;
Suf. Thus droops this lofty pine, and hangs his
Thus Eleanor's pride dies in her younger days.
York. Lords, let him go. Please it your Majefty,
This is the day appointed for the combat,
And ready are th' appellant and defendant,
The armourer and his man, to enter the lifts,
So please your Highness to behold the fight.

Q. Mar.