'The eldest son 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 she
came,

And him to Pomfret; where, as all you know,
Harmless Richard was murder'd traiterously.

* 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 first son's heir, being dead, *The issue of the next son should have reign'd. *Sal. But William of Hatfield died without an

heir.

*York. The third son, duke of Clarence, (from whose line

* I claim the crown,) had issue-Philippe, a daugh

ter,

* Who married Edmund Mortimer, earl of March. * Edmund had issue-Roger, earl of March: * Roger had issue-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 died. *But, to the rest.

'York. His eldest sister, Anne,

My mother, being heir unto the crown,

Married Richard, earl of Cambridge; who was

son

'To Edmund Langley, Edward the third's fifth son.

By her I claim the kingdom: she was heir 'To Roger, earl of March; who was the son 'Of Edmund Mortimer; who married Philippe, 'Sole daughter unto Lionel, duke of Clarence: 'So, if the issue of the elder son

'Succeed before the younger, I am king.

'War. What plain proceedings are more plain than this?

'Henry doth claim the crown from John of Gaunt, The fourth son; York claims it from the third. 'Till Lionel's issue fails, his should not reign: 'It fails not yet; but flourishes in thee, 'And in thy sons, fair slips of such a stock.— 'Then, father Salisbury, kneel we both together; And, in this private plot, be we the first, That shall salute our rightful sovereign 'With honour of his birthright 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 sword be stain'd 'With heart-blood of the house of Lancaster: * And that's not suddenly to be perform'd; * But with advice, and silent secrecy. * Do you, as I do, in these dangerous days, *Wink at the duke of Suffolk's insolence, * At Beaufort's pride, at Somerset's ambition, * At Buckingham, and all the crew of them, * Till they have snar'd the shepherd of the flock, * That virtuous prince, the good duke Humphrey: * 'Tis that they seek; and they, in seeking that,

* Shall find their deaths, if York can prophesy.

* Sal. My lord, break we off; we know your mind at full.

'War. My heart assures me, that the earl of Warwick

'Shall one day make the duke of York a king.

'York. And, Nevil, this I do assure myself,'Richard shall live to make the earl of Warwick 'The greatest man in England, but the king.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

THE SAME. A HALL OF JUSTICE.

Trumpets sounded. Enter King Henry, Queen Margaret, Glo'ster, York, Suffolk, and Salisbury; the Dutchess of Glo'ster, Margery Jourdain, Southwell, Hume, and Bolingbroke, under guard.

'K. Hen. Stand forth, dame Eleanor Cobham, Glo'ster's wife:

In sight of God, and us, your guilt is great; Receive the sentence of the law, for sins 'Such as by God's book are adjudg'd to death.*You four, from hence to prison back again; [to Jourd. &c.

* From thence, unto the place of execution: * The witch in Smithfield shall be burn'd to ashes, *And you three shall be strangled on the gallows.— 'You, madam, for you are more nobly born,

[to the Dutchess.

6

Despoiled 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. 'Dutch. Welcome is banishment, welcome were my death.

* Glo. Eleanor, the law, thou seest, hath judged thee;

* I cannot justify whom the law condemns.

[Exeunt the Dutchess, and the other Prisoners, guarded.

'Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief. Ah, Humphrey, this dishonour in thine age 'Will bring thy head with sorrow to the ground!'I beseech your majesty, give me leave to go; 'Sorrow would solace, and mine age would ease. 'K. Hen. Stay, Humphrey duke of Glo'ster: ere thou go,

'Give up thy staff; Henry will to himself

Protector be: and God shall be my hope,

My stay, my guide, and lantern to my feet; 'And go in peace, Humphrey; no less belov'd, 'Than when thou wert protector to thy king.

* Q. Mar. I see no reason, why a king of years * Should be to be protected like a child.— 'God and king Henry govern England's helm: 'Give up your staff, sir, and the king his realm. 'Glo. My staff?-here, noble Henry, is my staff: 'As willingly do I the same resign,

'As e'er thy father Henry made it mine;

And even as willingly 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. * Q. Mar. Why, now is Henry king, and Mar

garet queen;

* And Humphrey, duke of Glo'ster, scarce himself, *That bears so shrewd a maim; two pulls at once,* His lady banish'd, and a limb lopp'd off;

* This staff of honour raught:-There let it stand, 'Where it best fits to be, in Henry's hand.

**

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,

This is the day appointed for the combat; 'And ready are the appellant and defendant, 'The armourer and his man, to enter the lists, So please your highness to behold the fight. *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 worse bested, * Or more afraid to fight, than is the appellant, * The servant of this armourer, my lords.