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Glou. Nor his?

Simp. No indeed, mafter.

Glou. What's thine own name?

Simp. Saunder Simpcox, an if it please you, master. Glou. Then, Saunder, fit thou there, the lying'ft knave In christendom. If thou hadft been born bl.nd, Thou might'ft as well know all our names, as thus To know the feveral colours we do wear.

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Sight may diftinguish 'colours: true, but fuddenly
To nominate them all, it is impoffible.

My Lords, St. Alban here hath done a miracle:
Would ye not think that cunning to be great,
That could restore this cripple to his legs?
Simp. O mafter, that you could!
Glou. My mafters of St. Albans,
Have you not bedels in your town,

And things call'd whips?

Mayor. Yes, my Lord, if it pleafe your Grace.
Glou. Then fend for one presently.

Mayor. Sirrah, go fetch the bedel hither straight.

[Exit Meffenger. Glou. Now fetch me a ftool hither. Now, Sirrah, if you mean to fave your felf from whipping, leap me over this ftool, and run away.

Simp. Alas, mafter, I am not able to ftand alone: you go about to torture me in vain.

Enter a Bedel with whips.

Glou. Well, Sir, we must have you find your legs. Sirrah bedel, whip him 'till he leap over that fame ftool.

Bed. I will, my Lord. Come on, Sirrah, off with your doublet quickly.

Simp. Alas, mafter, what fhall I do? I am not able to ftand.

[After the Bedel bath bit him once, he leaps over the ftool and runs away; and they follow, and cry, A miracle! K. Henry. O God, feeft thou this, and bear'ft fo long! Q. Mar. 6 Saunder, fit there, 7 colours: but

Q. Mar. It made me laugh to fee the villain run.
Glou. Follow the knave, and take this drab away.
Wife. Alas, Sir, we did it for pure need.

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Glou. Let them be whipt through ev'ry market town, 'till they come to Berwick, from whence they came. [Exit Bedel with the Woman. Car. Duke Humphry 'hath` done a miracle to day. Suf. True, made the lame to leap and fly away. Glou. But you have done more miracles than I; You made in a day, my Lord, whole towns to fly.

SCEN E III.

Enter Buckingham.

K. Henry. What tidings with our coufin Buckingham? Buck. Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold: A fort of naughty perfons, lewdly bent, Under the countenance and confederacy Of Lady Eleanor, the Protector's 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, Raifing up wicked fpirits from under ground; Demanding of King Henry's life and death, And other of your Highness' privy-council, As more at large your Grace hall understand. Car. And fo, my Lord Protector, by this means 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 Gloucefter. Glou. Ambitious church-man, leave t' afflict my heart: Sorrow and grief have vanquish'd all my powers; And vanquish'd as I am, I yield to thee,

Or to the meanest groom.

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K. Henry,

K. Henry. O God, what mischiefs work the wicked ones, Heaping confufion on their own heads!

Q. Mar. Glo'fter, fee here the tainture of thy neft,
And look thy felf be faultlefs, thou wert best.

Glou. Madam, for me, 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 dishonour'd Glo'fter's honeft name.

K. Henry. Well, for this night we will repofe us here; To-morrow toward London back again,

To look into this bufinefs thoroughly,

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

Whose beam ftands fure, whofe rightful caufe prevails.
[Flourish. Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

The Duke of York's Palace.

Enter York, Salisbury, and Warwick.

OW, my good Lords of Salisbury and Warwick,

York. No

Our fimple fupper ended, give me leave

In this close walk to fatisfy my felf

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 York, begin; and if thy claim be good, The Nevills are thy fubjects to command.

York. Then thus:

Edward the Third, my Lords, had seven fons:

The

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 Edmund Langley Duke of York;
The fixth was Thomas Woodstock Duke of Glo'fter;
William of Windfor was the feventh and laft.
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 Lancaster,
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 fhe came,
And him to Pomfret; where, as all you know,
Harmlefs King Richard trait'rously was murther'd.
War. Father, the Duke hath told 'the very truth;`
Thus got the house of Lancafter the crown.

York. Which now they hold by force, and not by right: For Richard the firft fon's heir being dead,

The issue 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 Philippe, a daughter, Who married Edmund Mortimer Earl of March. Edmund had iffue, Roger Earl of March: Roger had iffue, Edmund, Anne, and Eleanor. Sal. 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 dy’d. But to the reft.

York. His eldest sister, Anne,

My mother, being heir unto the crown,
Married Richard Earl of Cambridge,

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Who was the fon of Edmund Langley,

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Edward the Third's fifth fon's fon, and by her
I claim the kingdom, 3 'for fhe then was heir
To Roger Earl of March, who was the fon
Of Edmund Mortimer, who married Philippe,
Sole daughter unto Lionel Duke of Clarence.
So, if the iffue of the elder fon

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 stock.
Then, father Salisbury, kneel we together,
And in this private plot be we the first,
That fhall falute our rightful Sovereign
With honour of his birth-right 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 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 thefe dang'rous days,
Wink at the Duke of Suffolk's infolence,
At Beaufort's pride, at Somerfet's ambition,
At Buckingham, and all the crew of them,
'Till they have fnar'd the fhepherd of the flock,
That virtuous Prince, the good Duke Humphry:
'Tis that they feek; and they in feeking that
Shall find their deaths, if York can prophefie.

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, Nevil, this I do affure my felf:
Richard fhall live to make the Earl of Warwick
The greatest man in England but the King.

[Exeunt. SCENE

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