you mean to fave yourself from whipping, leap me over this flool, and run away. Simp. Alas, mafier, I am not able to ftand alone: you go about to torture me in vain. Enter a Beadle with whips. Glo. Well, Sir, we must have you find your legs. Sirrah, beadle, whip him till he leap over that fame ftool. Bead. 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 headle bath hit him once, he leaps over the fol and runs away; and they follow and cry, A miracle! K. Henry. O God, feeft thou this, and bear'ft fo long!. Queen. It made me laugh to fee 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 whipt through every market town, till they come to Berwick, from whence they came. [Exit Beadle, with the Woman. Car. Duke Humphry 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. Henry. What tidings with our cousin 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 dangeroufly against your state; Dealing with witches and with conjurers, Whom we have apprehended in the fa&t, Raifing up wicked fpirits from under ground; Demanding of King Henry's life and death, And And other of your Highnes' privy-council, This news, I think, hath turn'd your weapon's edge. "Tis like, my Lord, you will not keep your hour. [Afide to Glo'fter. Glo. Ambitious church-man! leave t'aflict 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. K. Henry. O God, what mifchiefs work the wicked ones, Go. Madam, for myself, to heav'n I do appeal, I banish her my bed and company: And give her as a prey to law and shame, That hath difhonour'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 anfwers; Whofe beam stands fure, whofe iightful caufe prevails. [Flourish. Exeunt. SCENE changes to the Duke of York's Palace. Enter York, Salisbury, and Warwick. York. TOW, my good Lords of Salisbury and Warwick, In this clofe walk to fatisfy myself; In craving your opinion of my title, B. 4 Which Which is is infallible, to England's crown, Salis. My Lord, I long to hear it thus at full. War. Sweet York, begin; and if thy claim be good, The Nevils are thy fubjects to command, York. Then thus; Edward the third, my Lords, had seven fons : The firft, Edward the black Prince, Prince of Wales; Was John of Gaunt, the Duke of Lancaster; York. Which now they hold by force, and not by right; For Richard the first fon's heir being dead, The iffue of the next fon fhould have reign'd. Sal. This Edmond, in the reign of Bolingbroke, York. His eldest fifter, Anne, My My mother, being heir unto the crown, By her I claim the kingdom; she was heir 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 such 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 Sov'reign 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 Beauford'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 feek their deaths, if York can prophecy. 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 myself: Richard fhall live to make the Earl of Warwick The greatest man in England, but the King. [Exeunt. SCENE B. 5 SCENE changes to a Houfe near to Smithfield. Sound Trumpets. Enter King Henry and Nobles; the Duchefs, Mother Jordan, Southwell, Hume, and Boling broke, under guard. ST K.H. Tand forth, Dame Eleanor Cobham, Gio'fter's wife' Elean. Welcome is exile, welcome were my death. Glo. The law, thou feeft, hath judg'd thee, Eleanor; I cannot juftify, whom law condemns. [Exeunt Eleanor, and the others, guarded. As willingly do I the fame refign, ftaff: And |