1053King. Stand forth Dame Elianor Cobham,

1054Glosters Wife:

1055In sight of God, and vs, your guilt is great,

1056Receiue the Sentence of the Law for sinne,

1057Such as by Gods Booke are adiudg'd to death.

1058You foure from hence to Prison, back againe;

1059From thence, vnto the place of Execution:

1060The Witch in Smithfield shall be burnt to ashes,

1061And you three shall be strangled on the Gallowes.

1062You Madame, for you are more Nobly borne,

1063Despoyled of your Honor in your Life,

1064Shall, after three dayes open Penance done,

1065Liue in your Countrey here, in Banishment,

1066With Sir Iohn Stanly, in the Ile of Man.

1067Elianor. Welcome is Banishment, welcome were my

1068Death.

1069Glost. Elianor, the Law thou seest hath iudged thee,

1070I cannot iustifie whom the Law condemnes:

1071Mine eyes are full of teares, my heart of griefe.

1072Ah Humfrey, this dishonor in thine age,

1073Will bring thy head with sorrow to the ground.

1074I beseech your Maiestie giue me leaue to goe;

1075Sorrow would sollace, and mine Age would ease.

1076King. Stay Humfrey, Duke of Gloster,

1077Ere thou goe, giue vp thy Staffe,

1078Henry will to himselfe Protector be,

1079And God shall be my hope, my stay, my guide,

1080And Lanthorne to my feete:

1081And goe in peace, Humfrey, no lesse belou'd,

1082Then when thou wert Protector to thy King.

1083Queene. I see no reason, why a King of yeeres

1084Should be to be protected like a Child,

1085God and King Henry gouerne Englands Realme:

1086Giue vp your Staffe, Sir, and the King his Realme.

1087Glost. My Staffe? Here, Noble Henry, is my Staffe:

1088As willingly doe I the same resigne,

1089As ere thy Father Henry made it mine;

1090And euen as willingly at thy feete I leaue it,

1091As others would ambitiously receiue it.

1092Farewell good King: when I am dead, and gone,

1093May honorable Peace attend thy Throne.

1095Queene. Why now is Henry King, and Margaret Queen,

1096And Humfrey, Duke of Gloster, scarce himselfe,

1097That beares so shrewd a mayme: two Pulls at once;

1098His Lady banisht, and a Limbe lopt off.

1099This Staffe of Honor raught, there let it stand,

1100Where it best fits to be, in Henries hand.

1101Suff. Thus droupes this loftie Pyne, & hangs his sprayes,

1102Thus Elianors Pride dyes in her youngest dayes.

1103Yorke. Lords, let him goe. Please it your Maiestie,

1104This is the day appointed for the Combat,

1105And ready are the Appellant and Defendant,

1106The Armorer and his Man, to enter the Lists,

1107So please your Highnesse to behold the fight.

1108Queene. I, good my Lord: for purposely therefore

1109Left I the Court, to see this Quarrell try'de.

1110King. A Gods Name see the Lysts and all things fit,

1111Here let them end it, and God defend the right.

1112Yorke. I neuer saw a fellow worse bestead,

1113Or more afraid to fight, then is the Appellant,

1114The seruant of this Armorer, my Lords.

11201. Neighbor. Here Neighbour Horner, I drinke to you

1121in a Cup of Sack; and feare not Neighbor, you shall doe

1122well enough.

11232. Neighbor. And here Neighbour, here's a Cuppe of

1124Charneco.

11253. Neighbor. And here's a Pot of good Double-Beere

1126Neighbor: drinke, and feare not your Man.

1127Armorer. Let it come yfaith, and Ile pledge you all,

1128and a figge for Peter.

11291. Prent. Here Peter, I drinke to thee, and be not a-

1130fraid.

11312. Prent. Be merry Peter, and feare not thy Master,

1132Fight for credit of the Prentices.

1133Peter. I thanke you all: drinke, and pray for me, I pray

1134you, for I thinke I haue taken my last Draught in this

1135World. Here Robin, and if I dye, I giue thee my Aporne;

1136and Will, thou shalt haue my Hammer: and here Tom,

1137take all the Money that I haue. O Lord blesse me, I pray

1138God, for I am neuer able to deale with my Master, hee

1139hath learnt so much fence already.

1140Salisb. Come, leaue your drinking, and fall to blowes.

1141Sirrha, what's thy Name?

1142Peter. Peter forsooth.

1143Salisb. Peter? what more?

1144Peter. Thumpe.

1145Salisb. Thumpe? Then see thou thumpe thy Master

1146well.

1147Armorer. Masters, I am come hither as it were vpon

1148my Mans instigation, to proue him a Knaue, and my selfe

1149an honest man: and touching the Duke of Yorke, I will

1150take my death, I neuer meant him any ill, nor the King,

1151nor the Queene: and therefore Peter haue at thee with a

1152downe-right blow.

1153Yorke. Dispatch, this Knaues tongue begins to double.

1154Sound Trumpets, Alarum to the Combattants.

1156Armorer. Hold Peter, hold, I confesse, I confesse Trea-

1157son.

1158Yorke. Take away his Weapon: Fellow thanke God,

1159and the good Wine in thy Masters way.

1160Peter. O God, haue I ouercome mine Enemies in this

1161presence? O Peter, thou hast preuayl'd in right.

1162King. Goe, take hence that Traytor from our sight,

1163For by his death we doe perceiue his guilt,

1164And God in Iustice hath reueal'd to vs

1165The truth and innocence of this poore fellow,

1166Which he had thought to haue murther'd wrongfully.

1167Come fellow, follow vs for thy Reward.