Thou might'st as well have known all our names, as thus
To name the several colours we do wear.

Sight may distinguish of colours; but suddenly
To nominate them all, it is impossible.-

My lords, Saint Alban here hath done a miracle;
And would ye not think his cunning to be great,
That could restore this cripple to his legs ?1
Simp. O, master, that you could!

Glo. My masters of Saint Albans, have you not beadles in your town, and things called whips?

May. Yes, my lord, if it please your grace.
Glo. Then send for one presently.

May. Sirrah, go fetch the beadle hither straight.

[Exit an Attendant.

Glo. Now fetch me a stool hither by and by. [A stool brought out.] Now, sirrah, if you mean to save yourself from whipping, leap me over this stool, and

run away.

Simp. Alas! master, I am not able to stand alone: You go about to torture me in vain.

Re-enter Attendant, and a Beadle with a whip. Glo. Well, sir, we must have you find your legs. Sirrah beadle, whip him till he leap over that same stool. Bead. I will, my lord.-Come on, sirrah; off with your doublet quickly.

Simp. Alas! master, what shall I do? I am not able to stand.

[After the Beadle hath hit him once, he leaps
over the stool, and runs away; and the People
follow and cry,
"A Miracle!"

K. Hen, O God! seest thou this, and bearest so long?
Q. Mar. It made me laugh to see the villain run.
Glo. Follow the knave; and take this drab away.
Wife. Alas! sir, we did it for pure need.
Glo. Let them be whipp'd through every market town,
Till they come to Berwick, from whence they came.
[Exeunt Mayor, Beadle, Wife, &c.
Car. Duke Humphrey has done a miracle to-day.
Suf. True, made the lame to leap, and fly away.
Glo. But you have done more miracles than I;
You made in a day, my lord, whole towns to fly.
Enter BUCKINGHAM.

K. Hen. What tidings with our cousin Buckingham? 1 This speech is printed as prose in the folio.

SCENE II.-London. The Duke of YORK's Garden. Enter YORK, SALISBURY, and WARWICK.

York. Now, my good lords of Salisbury and Warwick,
Our simple supper ended, give me leave,
In this close walk, to satisfy myself

In craving your opinion of my title,
Which is infallible, to England's crown.

Sal. My lord, I long to hear it at the full.

War. Sweet York, begin; and if thy claim be good, The Nevils are thy subjects to command.

Edward the third, my lords, had seven sons:

The first, Edward the Black Prince, prince of Wales; The second, William of Hatfield ; and the third, Lionel, duke of Clarence; next to whom,

Was John of Gaunt, the duke of Lancaster;

The fifth was Edmond Langley, duke of York;
The sixth was Thomas of Woodstock, duke of Gloster;
William of Windsor was the seventh, and last.
Edward, the Black Prince, died before his father,
And left behind him Richard, his only son;
Who, after Edward the third's death, reign'd as king,
Till Henry Bolingbroke, duke of Lancaster,
The eldest son and heir of John of Gaunt,
Crown'd by the name of Henry the fourth,
Seized 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 traitorously.
War. Father, the duke hath told the very truth:
Thus got the house of Lancaster the crown.

[right;

York. Which now they hold by force, and not by 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 daughter,
Who married Edmond Mortimer, earl of March;
Edmond had issue-Roger, earl of March:
Roger had issue-Edmond, Anne, and Eleanor.

Sal. This Edmond, in the reign of Bolingbroke,

As I have read, laid claim unto the crown;

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, GLOSTER, YORK, SUFFOLK, and SALISBURY; the Duchess of GLOSTER, MARGERY JOURDAIN, SOUTHWELL, HUME, and BOLINGBROKE, under guard.

K. Hen. Stand forth, dame Eleanor Cobham, Gloster's wife.

In sight of God and us, your guilt is great:
Receive the sentence of the law, for sin
Such as by God's book is 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,
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.

Duch. 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 Duchess, 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.

[go,

K. Hen. Stay, Humphrey, duke of Gloster. Ere thou
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 protected like a child by peers.1
God and king Henry govern England's helm."

1 The words" by peers," are not in f. e. 2 realm: in folio; Johnson made the change.