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As e'er thy father Henry made it mine;
Q. Mar. Why, now is Henry king, and Margaret queen;
Suf. 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,
Q. Mar. Ay, good my lord; for purposely therefore Left I the court, to see this quarrel tried.
K. Hen. O'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 worst bested,
Enter, on one side, HORNÊR, and his Neighbours, drinking
to him so much that he is drunk; and he enters bearing his staff with a sand-bag fastened to it; a drum before him: at the other side, Peter, with a drum and a similar staff; accompanied by Prentices drinking to him. 1 Neigh. Here, neighbour Horner, I drink to you in a
cup of sack; And fear not, neighbour, you shall do well enough.
2 Neigh. And here, neighbour, here's a cup of charneco.
3 Neigh. And here's a pot of good double beer, neighbour : drink, and fear not your man.
Hor. Let it come, i'faith, and I'll pledge you all; And a fig for Peter!
i Pren. Here, Peter, I drink to thee; and be not afraid.
2 Pren. Be merry, Peter, and fear not thy master; fight for credit of the prentices.
Peter. I thank you all : drink, and pray for me, I pray you; for, I think, I have taken my last draught in this world.—Here, Robin, an if I die, I give thee my apron; and, Will, thou shalt have my hammer:-and here, Tom, take all the money that I have.-0 Lord, bless me, I pray God! for I am never able to deal with my master, he hath learnt so much fence already.
Sal. Come, leave your drinking, and fall to blows. Sirrah, what's thy name?
Peter. Peter, forsooth.
Hor. Masters, I am come hither, as it were, upon my man's instigation, to prove him a knave, and myself an honest man: and touching the duke of York,—will take my death, I never meant him any ill, nor the king, nor the queen : And therefore, Peter, have at thee with a downright blow, as Bevis of Southampton fell upon Ascapart.
York. Despatch:-this knave's tongue begins to double. Sound trumpets, alarum to the combatants.
[Alarum. They fight, and Peter strikes
down his Master. Hor. Hold, Peter, hold! I confess, I confess treason.
[Dies. York. Take away his weapon :-Fellow, thank God, and the good wine in thy master's way.
Peter. O God! have I overcome mine enemies in this presence? O Peter, thou hast prevailed in right!
K. Hen. Go, take hence that traitor from our sight; For, by his death, we do perceive his guilt: And God, in justice, hath reveal'd to us The truth and innocence of this poor fellow, Which he had thought to have murder'd wrongfully. Come, fellow, follow us for thy reward.. [Exeunt.
Enter Gloster and Servants, in mourning Cloaks.
Serv. Ten, my lord.
The abject people, gazing on thy face,
Enter the Duchess of Gloster, in a white sheet, with pa
pers pinn'd upon her back, her feet bare, and a taper burning in her hand; Sir John STANLEY, a Sheriff, and Officers. Serv. So please your grace, we'll take her from the
sheriff. Glo. No, stir not, for your lives; let her pass by.
Duch. Come you, my lord, to see my open shame?
Duch. Ah, Gloster, teach me to forget myself: .
Ah, Humphrey, can I bear this shameful yoke?
Glo. Ah, Nell, forbear; thou aimest all awry;