Sal. Come, leave your drinking, and fall to blows, Sirrah, what's thy name? Peter. Peter, forfooth. Sal. Peter? what more? Peter. Thump. Sal. Thump? Then fee thou thump thy mafter well. Arm. Mafters, I am come hither as it were upon my man's inftigation, to prove him a knave and myfelf an honeft man: and touching the Duke of York, I 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 Afcapart. 6 York. Difpatch. This knave's tongue begins to double. Sound trumpets; alarum to the combatants. [They fight, and Peter ftrikes him down. Arm. Hold, Peter, hold; I confefs, I confefs treafon. [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 enemy in this prefence? O Peter, thou haft prevail'd in right. K. Henry. Go, take hence that traitor from our fight, For by his death we do perceive his guilt. And God in juftice hath reveal'd to us The truth and innocence of this poor fellow, Which he had thought to murder wrongfully, Come, fellow, follow us for thy reward. 6 as Bevis of Southampton fell upon Afcapart. I have added this from the old quarto. WARB. [Exeunt. Enter Duke Humphry and his Men, in Mourning Cloaks, Glo. THUS sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud; And, after fummer, evermore fucceeds Serv. Ten, my Lord. Glo. Ten is the hour that was appointed me, Enter the Dutchess in a white Sheet, her feet bare, and a Taper burning in her band, with Sir John Stanley, a Sheriff and Officers, Serv. So please your Grace, we'll take her from the Sheriff. Glo. No, ftir not for your lives. Let her pass by. Elean. Come you, my Lord, to fee my open fhame? Now thou doft penance too. Look, how they gaze See, how the giddy multitude do point, ! ? Unneath] i. e. fcarcely. POPE. And And nod their heads, and throw their eyes on thee! 8 To fee my tears, and hear my deep-fetch'd groans. Ah! Humphry, can I bear this fhameful yoak? But be thou mild, and blush not at my fhame, With her, that hateth thee and hates us all, Mail'd up in fhame, grace; alluding to the sheet of Wrapped up; bundled up in dif penance. Nor Nor never seek prevention of thy foes. Glo. Ah, Nell, forbear; thou aimest all awry, And each of them had twenty times their power, * Thy greatest help is quiet, gentle Nell, Her. I fummon your Grace to his Majefty's parliament holden at Bury, the first of this next month. Gla. And my confent ne'er afk'd herein before? This is close dealing. Well, I will be there, [Exit Herald. My Nell, I take my leave. And mafter Sheriff, Let not her penance exceed the King's. commiffion." Sher, An't please your Grace, here my commiffion stays; And Sir John Stanley is appointed now, To take her with him to the Ile of Man. Glo. Must you, Sir John, protect my lady here? '! Stan. So am I giv'n in charge, may't please your Grace, Glo. Entreat her not the worse, in that I pray You use her well; the world may laugh again; And I may live to do you kindness, if You do it her. And fo, Sir John, farewel. Elean, What gone, my Lord, and bid me not farewel? Thy greatest help is quiet,-] The poet has not endeavoured to raise much compaffion for the dutchefs, who indeed fuffers but what he had deferved. 9-the world may laugh—] That is, the world may look again favourably upon me. Glo. Witness my tears, I cannot stay to speak. [Exit Gloucefter. Elean. Art thou gone too? all comfort go with thee! For none abides with me; my joy is death ; Death, at whofe name I oft have been afraid, Because I wish'd this world's eternity. Stanley, I pr'ythee, go and take me hence, I care not whither, for I beg no favour; Only convey me where thou art commanded. Stan. Why, Madam, that is to the Isle of Man ; There to be us'd according to your state. Elean. That's bad enough, for I am but reproach. And fhall I then be us'd reproachfully? Stan. No; like a Dutchefs, and Duke Humphry's lady, According to that ftate you fhall be us❜d. Elean. Sheriff, farewel, and better than I fare; Although thou haft been conduct of my shame. Sher. It is my office. Madam, pardon me. Elean. Ay, ay. Farewel. Thy office is difcharg'd. Come, Stanley, fhall we go? Stan. Madam, your penance done, throw off this fheet, And go we to attire you for our journey. Elean. My fhame will not be shifted with my fheet, No, it will hang upon my richest robes, And fhew itself, attire me how I can. -Go, lead the way, I long to fee my prifon. [Exeunt. I long to fee my prifon.] This impatience of a high fpirit is very natural. It is not fo dreadful to be imprisoned, as it is defirable in a state of difgrace to be sheltered from the fcorn of gazers. ACT |