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That she will light to listen to their lays,
Elean. Was't I? yea, I it was, proud FrenchAnd never mount to trouble you again. So, let her rest: And, madam, list to me; Could I come near your beauty with my nails, For I am bold to counsel you in this.
I'd set ny ten commandments in your face. Although we fancy not the cardinal,
K. Henry. Sweet aunt, be quiet; 'twas against Yet must we join with him, and with the lords,
[in time; Till we have brought duke Humphreyin disgrace. Elean. Against her will Good king, look to't As for the duke of York,-this late complaint' She'll hamper thee, and dandle thee like a baby: Will make but little for his benefit:
Tho'in this place most master wears no breeches, So, one by one, we'll weed them all at last, 10 She shall not strike dame Eleanor unreveng’d. And you yourself shall steer the happy helm.
Buck. Lord cardinal, I will follow Eleanor, To them enter King Henry, Duke Ilumphrey, Car- And listen after Humphrey, how he proceeds:
dinal Beaufort, Buckingham, York, Salisbury, She's tickled now; her fume can need no spurs, Warwick, and the Dutchess of Gloster. 15 She'll gallop fast enough to her destruction. K. Henry. For my part, noble lords, I care
[Erit Buckingham. not which;
Re-enter Duke Humphrey. Or Somerset, or York, all's one to me. [France, Glo. Now, lords, my choler being over-blown
York. If York have ill demean'd hiinself in With walking once about the quadrangle, Then let him bc deny'd the regentship. 201 come to talk of cominonwealth affairs.
Som. If Somerset be unworthy of the place, As for your spightful false objections, Let York be regent, I will yield to him. [no, Prove them, and I lie open to the law: War. Whether your grace be worthy, yea, or
But God in mercy deal so with my soul,
Car. Ambitious Warwick, let thy betters speak. 25 But, to the inatter that we have in hand:
say, my sovereign, York is meetest man Buck. All in this presence are thy betters, To be your regent in the realm of France. Warwick.
Suf. Before we make election, give me leave War. Warwick may live to be the best of all. To shew some reason, of no little force, Sal. Peace, son ;--and shew some reason, 30 That York is most unmeet of any man. Buckingham,
York. I'll tell thee, Suffolk, why I am unmeet. Why Somerset should be preferr'd in this. (so. First, for I cannot flatter thee in pride:
2. Mar. Because the king, forsooth, will bave it Next, if I be appointed for the place, Glo. Madam, the king is old enough himself My lord of Somerset will keep ine here, To give bis censure ?: these are no women's 35 Without discharge, money, or furniture, matters.
[grace 'Till France be won into thc Dauphin's hands. 2. Mar. If he be old enough, what needs your Last time, I danc'd attendance on his will, To be protector of his excellence?
'Till Paris was besieg'd, famish'd, and lost. Glo. Madam, I am protector of the realm ; War. That can I witness; and a fouler fact And, at his pleasure, will resign my place. 40 Did never traitor in the land commit.
Suf. Resign it then, and leave thine insolence. Suf. Peace, head-strong Warwick! Since thou wert king, (as who is king, but thou ?) War. Image of pride, why should I hold my The commonwealth hath daily run to wreck:
peace ? The Dauphin hath prevail'd beyond the seas; Enter Horner the Armourer, and his Man Peter, And all the peers and nobles of ihe realm 145
guarded. Have been as bondmen to thy sovereignty. Suf. Because here is a man accus'd of treason: Car. The conimons hast 'thou rack’d; the Pray God, the duke of York excuse himself! clergy's bags
York. Doth any one accuse York for a traitor? Are' lank and lean with thy extortions. , [attire, K. Henry. What mean'st thou, Suffolk ? tell
Som. Thy suinptuous buildings, and thy wife's 50 me: What are these? Have cost a mass of publick treasury.
Suf. Please it your majesty, this is the man Buck. Thy cruelty in execution,
That doth accuse his master of high treason : Upon offenders, hath exceeded law,
His words were these ;-that Richard, duke of And left thee to the mercy of the law. [France,
[Erit Gloster. The Queen drops her fan. Arm. An't sliall please your majesty, I never Give me my fan: What, minion! can you not? said nor thought any such matter; God is my
(Gires the Dutchess a box on the ear. 60 witness, I am falsely accus'd by the villain. I cry you niercy, madam; Was it you?
Peter. By these ten bones, my lord, [holding up 'i. e. the complaint of Peter the armourer's man against his master, for saying tbat York was the rightful king -j. e. judgement or opinion.
his hands] he did speak them to me in the garret Boling. Patience, good la ly; wizards Know one night, as we were scouring my lord of York's
their times: armour.
Deep night, dark night, the silent' of the night, York. Base dunghill villain, and mechanical, The time of night when Troy was set on fire; I'll have thy head for this thy traitor's speech:— 5 The time when scritch-owls cry, and ban-dogs ? I do beseech your royal majesty,
howl, Let him have all the rigour of the law.
When spirits walk,andghosts break up theirgraves, Arm. Alas, my lord, hang me, if ever I spake That time best fits the work we have in hand. the words. My accuser is my prentice; and when Madam, sit you, and fear not; whom we raise, I did correct hin for his fault the other day, he did 10 We will make fast within a hallow'd verge. row upon bis knees he would be even with me: [Here they perform the ceremonies, and make the I have good witness of this; therefore, I beseech circle ; Bolingbroke, or Southwel reads, Conyour majesty, do not cast away an honest man for juro te, &c. á villain's accusation.
It thunders and lightens terribly; then the K.Henry.Uncle, what shall we say to this in law:15 spirit riseth. Glo. This dooni, my lord, if I may judge.
Spirit. Adsum. Let Somerset be regent o'er the French,
M. Jourd. Asmath, Because in York this breeds suspicione
By the eternal God, whose name and power And let these have a day appointed them
Thou tremblest at, answer that I shall ask; For single combat, in convenient place; 20 For,'tillthou speak, thou shalt not pass from hence. For he hath witness of his servant's malice:
Spirit. Ask what thou wilt:-That I had said This is the law, and this duke Humphrey's doom.
and done! K. Henry. Then be it so. My lord of Somerset, Boling. First, of the king. What shall of him beWe make your grace lord regent o'er the French
come? (Reading out of a paper: Som. I humbly thank your royal majesty. 25 Spirit. The duke yet lives, that Henry shall Arm. And I accept the combat willingly.
depose; Peter. Alas, my lord, I cannot fight; for God's But him out-live, and die a violent death. sake, pity my case! the spight of a man prevaileth [As the spirit speaks, they write the anster. against ine.' O Lord, have mercy upon me! ] Boling. What futes await the duke of Suffolk ? shall never be able to fight a blow: 0 Lord, my 30 Spirit. By water shall he die, and take his end. heart!-
Boling. it'hat shall befall the duke of Somerset ? Glo. Sirrah, or you must fight, or else be hang'a. Spirit. Let him shun castles ; K. Henry. Away with them to prison : and Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains, the day
Than where castles mounted stand. Of combat shall be the last of the next month.— 35 Have done, for more I hardly can endure. [lake: Come, Somerset, we'll see thee sent away. Boling. Descend to darkness, and the burning
(Flourish. Ereunt. False fiend, avoid ! SCENE IV.
[Thunder and lightning. Spirit descends. Duke Humphrey's Garden.
Enter the Duke of York, and the Duke of BuckingEnter Mother Jourdain, Hume, Southwel, and 40 ham, with their guard, and breuk in. Bolingbroke.
York. Lay hands upon these traitors, and their Hume. Come, my masters; the dutchess, I tell
trash. you, expects performance of your promises. Beldame, I think, we watch'd you at an inch.
Boling. Master Hume, we are therefore pro- What, inadam, are you therethe king and vided: Will her ladyship behold and hear our 45
Are deep indebted for this piece of pains ; Hume. Ay; what else? fear you not her cou- My lord protector will, I doubt it not, rage.
See you well guerdon'd’for these good deserts. Boling. I have heard her reported to be a wo- Elean. Not balf so bad as thine to England's man of an invincible spirit: But it shall be con-50 king, venient, master Hume, that you be by her aloft, Injurious duke; that threat'st where is no cause. while we be busy below; I
pray you, gol
Buck. True,madam,none at all. What call you in God's name, and leave us [Exit Hume). Mother
Shewing her the papers. Jourdain, be you prostrate, and grovel on the Away with them; let them be clapp'd up close, earth: John Southwel, read you; and let us to 55 and kept asunder:-You, madain, shall with our work. Enter Eleanor, aboce..
Stafford, take her to thee. Elean. Well said, my masters; and welcome all. We'll see your trinkets here forth-coming all ; To this geer; the sooner the better.
Away![Ereunt guardszithJourdain, Southtel, &c. Silent for silence. Mr. Steevens says, that the etymology of the word ban-dogs is uns ettled. They seem, however, to have been designed by poets to signify some terrific beings whose office it was to make night hideous. 3 j. e. rewarded.
York. Lord Buckinghain, methinks, youwatch'al Come, come, my lords: her well:
These oracles are hardily attain's, A pretty plot, well chose to build upon!
And hardly understoodl. Now, pray, my lord, let's see the devil's writ. The king is now in progress towards Saint Albans; What have we here?
[Reads. 5 With him the husband of this lovely lady: (them; The duke yet lives, that Henry shall depose; Thither go these news, as fast as horse can carry But him out-live, and die a riolent death. [posse. 1 sorry breakfast for my lord protector. (York, Why, this is just, Aio te, duciila, Romanos vincere Buck. Your grace shall give me leave,my lord of Well, to the rest :
To be the post, in hope of his reward. Tell me what fate awaits the duke of Suffolk ? 10 York. At your pleasure, my good lord. By water shall he die, and take his end.
Who's within there, ho! What shall betide the duke of Somerset ?
Enter a Serring-man. Let him shun castles ;
invite my lords of Salisbury, and Warwick, Safer shall he be on the sandy pluins,
To sup with me to-morrow night.—Away! Than where castics inounicd stand.
2. Mur: BE?
Suf. Nomalice, sir; noinore than well becomes At Saint Albuns.
So good a quarrel, and so bad a peer.
25 Glo. As who, my lord ? Enter King Henry, Queen, Gloster, Cardinal, and Suf. Why, as yourself, my lord; Suffolk, with Falconers hallooing. An't
like your lordly lord-protectorship. [lence. ELIEVE me, lords, for flying at Glo. Why, Suffolk, England knows thine inso the brook',
2. Mar. And thy ambition, Gioster. I saw not better sport these seven years' day: 301 K. Henry. I pr’ythee, peace, good qucen; Yet, by your leave, the wind was very high; And whet not on these too too furious peers, And, ten tv one, old Joan liad not gone out?. for blessed are the peace-inakers on carth. K.Henry. But what a point,nıy lord, your falcon Car. Let me be blessed for the peace I make, made, I
Igainst this proud protector, with my sword ! And what a pitch she flew above the rest ! 135 Glo. Faith, holy uncle, 'would 'twere To see how God in all his creatures works!
come to that!
Suf. No marvel, an it like your majesty, Glo. Make up no factious numbers for
Aside. They know, their master loves to be aloit, 10 in thinc own person answer thy abuse. And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch. Car. Ay, where thou dar’st not peep: Glo. My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind
an if thou dar'st, That mounts no higher than a bird can soar. Thisevening on the east side ofthegrove. Car. I thought as much; he'd be above the K. Henry. How now, iny lords? clouds.
(that: 15 Car. Believe me, cousin Gloster, Glo. Ay, my lord cardinal; Ilow think you by Had not your man put up the fowl so suddenly, Were it not good, your grace could fly to heaven? We'd had more sport.—Come with thy two-hand K. Henry. The treasury of everlasting joy!
[Aside to Gloster, Car. Thy heaven is on earth; thine eyes and Glo. True, uncle. thoughts
50 Are you advis'di-the cast side of the grove? Beat' on a crown, the treasure of thy heart; Cardinal, I ain with you.
[Aside. Pernicious protector, dangerous peer,
K. Henry. Why, how now, uncle Gloster? That smooth’st it so with king and commonweal! Glo. Talking ot hawking; nothing else, my Glo.What, cardinal, is your pricsthood grownso
[for this, Tantane animis cælestibus iræ ? [peremptory: 55 Now,byGod's mother,priest, I'll shaveyourcrown Churchmen so hot? good uncle, hide such malice; Or all my fence' shall tail.
[Aside. With such holiness can you
Car. [aside] Medic , teipsun; This is the falconer's term for hawking at water-fowl. ? The meaning, according to Dr. Johnson, is, that the wind being high, it was ten to one that the old hawk had tlown quite away; a triik which hawks often play their masters in windy weather; while Dr. Percy says, that the pa signifies, that the wind was so high, it was ten to one that old Joan would not have taken he: Alicht uit the game. lirwin horum muris, accipe. i. e. glad. * To bait or beat (bathe) is a term in iuconry. rence is the art of defence.
Protector, see to't well, protect yourself.
Simp. Yes, master, clear as day; I thank God, K. Henry. The winds grow high ; so do your
and saint Alban.
[cloak of? stomachs, lords.
Glo. Say'st thou me so? What colour is this How irksome is this music to my heart !
Simp. Red, master; red as blood. [gown of? When such strings jar, what hopes of harmony? 5 Glo. Why, that's well said; what colour is my I pray, my lords, let me compound this strife. Simp. Black, forsooth; coal-black, as jet. Enter one, crying, À miracle !
K. Henry. Why then, thou know'st what co. Glo. What means this noise?
lour jet is of? Fellow, what miracle dost thou proclaim?
Suf. And yet, I think, jet did he never see. One. A miracle! a miracle !
10 Gio. But cloaks, and gowns, before this day, a Suf. Come to the king, and tell him what miracle.
many. One. Forsooth, a blindman at saintAlban's shrine, Wife. Never, before this day, in all his life. Within this half-hour, hath receiv'd his sight; Glo. Tell me, sirrah, what's my name? A man, that ne'er saw in his life before.[souls Simp. Alas, master, I know not.
K.Henry. Now,God be prais’d! that to believing 15 Gly. What's his name? Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair !
Simp. I know not. Enter the Mayor of Saint Albans, and his brethren, Glo. Nor his?
bearing Simpcor between two in a chair, Simp- Simp. No, indeed, master. cor's wife following.
Glo. What's thine own name? Car. Here come the townsmen on procession, 20 Simp. Saunder Simpcox, an if it please you, To present your highness with the man.
master. K.Hleary.Great is hiscomfort in this earthlyvale, Glo. Then, Saunder, sit there, the lyingest knave Though by his sight his sin be multiply'd. Čking. In Christendom. If thou hadst been born blind,
Glo. Stand by, my masters, bring him near the l'hou might'st as well have known all our names, His highness' pleasure is to talk with him. (stance, 25
as thus K. Henry. Good fellow, tell us here the circum- To name the several colours we do wear. That we for thee may glorify the Lord.
Sight may distinguish colours; but suddenly What, hast thou been long blind, and now restor’d? To nominate them all, it is impossible. Simp. Born blind, an't
please your grace. My lords, saint Alban here hath done a miracle ; Wife. Ay, indeed was he.
30 Would ye not think that cunning to be great, Suf. What woman is this?
That could restore this cripple to his legs again? Wife. His wife, an't like your worship.
Simp. O, master, that Glo. Had'st thou been his mother, thou could'st Glo. My masters of saint Alban's, have better told.
Have you not beadles in your town, and things K. Henry. Where wert thou born? [grace. 35 Call'd whips? Simp. At Berwick in the north, an't like your Mayor. Yes, my lord, if it please your grace. K.Henry. Poor soul! God's goodness hath been Glo. Then send for one presently. great to thee:
Mayor. Sirrah,go fetch thebeadlehitherstraight. Let nerer day nor night unhallow'd pass,
[Erit Messenger But still remember what the Lord hath done. 40. Glo. Now fetch me a stool hither by-and-by.
Queen. Tell me, good fellow, cam'st thou here Now, sirrah, if you mean to save yourself from Or of devotion, to this holy shrine? [by chance, whipping, leap me over this stool, and run away. Simp. God knows, of pure devotion;
being call's Simp. Alas, master, I am not able to stand alone; A hundred times, and oftener, in my sleep You go about to torture me in vain. By good saint Alban; who said,-- Saunder, come; 45 Enter a Beadle, with whips. Come, offer at my shrine, and I will help thee. Glo. Well, sir, we must have you find your legs.
Wife. Most true, forsooth; and many time and oft Sirrah, beadle,whip him 'til he leap overthat same Myself have heard a voice to call hím so.
stool, Car. What, art thou lame?
Bead. I will, my lord:--Come on, sirrah; off Simp. Ay, God Almighty help me! 150 with your doublet quickly. Suf. How cam'st thou só?
Simp. Alas, inaster, what shall I do? I am not Simp. A fall off of a tree.
able to stand. 1'ite. A plum-tree, master.
[After the Beadle hath hit him once, he leaps Glo. How long hast thou been blind?
over the stool, and runs away; and the Simp. O, born so, master.
53) people follow and cry, A Miracle! Glo. What, and would'st climb a tree?
K. Henry. O God, seest thou this, and bear'st Simp. But that in all my life, when I was a youth.
so long? Wif.Tootrue;andboughthisclimbingverydear. Queen. It made me laugh, to see the villain run. Glo. Mass, thou lov’dst plums well, that would'st Glo. Follow the knave; and take this drab away. venture so.
[damsons, 60 Wife. Alas, sir, we did it for pure need. [towni Simp. Alas, good master, my wife desir'd some Glo. Let them be whipt through every market And nrade me climb, with danger of my life. Until they come to Berwick, whence they came. Glo. A subtle knave! but yet it shall not serve.
[Exit Beaulle, with the woman, 04. Let me see thine eyes:-wink now ;-now open Car. DukcHumphreyhas done a miracleto-sav. In my opinion, yet thou see'st not well. [them :-65 Suf. 'True; made the lame to leap, and fly awav.
Glo. But you have done more miracles than 1; The first, Edward the Black Prince, prince of ·
The second, William of Hatfield; and the third, K. Henry. What tidings with our cousin Buck- Lionel, duke of Clarence; next to whom inghamn?
5 Was John of Gaunt, the duke of Lancaster: Buck. Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold. The tisth was Edmund Langley, duke of York; A sort of nauglity persons, lewdly' bent,
The sixth was Thomas of Woodstock, duke of Under the countenance and contederacy
Gloster; Of lady Eleanor, the protector's wife,
William of Windsor was the seventh, and last.
ind left behind him Richard, his only son,
[Aside to Gloster. Thus got the house of Lancaster the crown.
[ed ones Sal. But William of Hatfield died without an K.Henry. O God,what mischiefs work the wick
(whose line Heaping confusion on their own heads thereby! York. The third son, duke of Clarence, (from
Queen. Gloster, see here the tainture of thy nest; 30 1 claim the crown)had issue-Philippe,a daughter,
Glo. Madam, for myself, to heaven I do appeal, Edmund had issue—Roger, earl of March:
33 As I have read, laid claim unto the crown; Noble she is; but, if she have forgot
And, but for Owen Glendower, had been king,
But, to the rest.
York. His eldest sister, Anne,
By her I claim the kingdom: She then was heir
prevails. [Flourish. Exeunt. War. What plain proceeding is more plain than
50 Ilenry doth claim the crown from John of Gaunt,
The fourth sun; York claimeth it from the third.
and in thy sons, fair slips of such a stock.-
And, in this private plot, be we the first, In craving your opinion of my title,
That shall salute our rightful sovereign
With honour of his birth-right to the crown.
[king The Nevils are thy subjects to cominand.
York. We ihank you, lords. But I am not your York. Then thus:
'Till I be crown'd; and that iny sword be stain’d Edward the third, my lords, had seven sons: With heart-blood of the house of Lancaster:
'i. e. wichedly. ? That is, your lady is in custody.