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A68931	The first part of the contention betwixt the two famous houses of Yorke and Lancaster with the death of the good Duke Humphrey: and the banishment and death of the Duke of Suffolke, and the tragical end of the prowd Cardinall of Winchester, with the notable rebellion of Iacke Cade: and the Duke of Yorkes first clayme to the crowne.; King Henry VI. Part 2	Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.	1600 (1600)	STC 26100; ESTC S111146	37,024	64

sir God help me Humphrey How cam●st thou lame Poore man With falling off on a plum-tree Humphrey Wart thou blind and would clime plum-trees Poore man Neuer but once sir in all my life My wife did long for plums Humphrey But tell me wart thou borne blind Poore man Yea truly sir Woman Yea indeed sir he was borne blind Humphrey What art thou his mother Woman His wife sir Humphrey Hadst thou beene his mother Thou couldst haue better told Why let me see I thinke thou canst not see yet Poore man Yes truly master as cleere as day Humphrey Saist thou so what colour 's his cloake Poore man Why red maister as red as bloud Humphrey And his cloake Poore man Why that 's greene Humphrey And what colour 's his hose Poore man Yellow maister yellow as gold Humphrey And what colours my gowne Poore man Blacke sir as blacke as ieat King Then belike he knowes what colour ieat is on Suffolke And I think ieat did he neuer see Humph. But cloakes and gownes ere this day many a one But tell me sirra what 's my name Poore man Alas master I know not Humphrey What 's his name Poore man I know not Humphrey Nor his poore No truly sir Hum. Nor his name poore No indeed master Hum. What 's thine owne name poore Sander and it please you maister Hum. Then Sander sit there the lyingest knaue in Christendome If thou hadst been borne blind thou mightst aswell haue knowne all our names as thus to name the seuerall colours we do weare Sight may distinguish of colours but sodainly to nominate them all it is impossible My lords same Albons here hath done a miracle and would you not thinke his cunning to be great that could restore this cripple to his legs againe poore man Oh maister I would you could Humphrey My maisters of Saint Albons Haue you not Beadles in your Towne And things called whips Mayor Yes my lord if it please your grace Hum. Then send for one presently Mayor Sirra go fetch the Beadle hither straight exit one Hum. Now fetch me a stoole hither by and by Now sirra if you meane to saue your selfe from whipping Leape me ouer this stoole and runne away Enter Beadle poore Alas master I am not able to stand alone You go about to torture me in vaine Hum. Well sir we must haue you find your legs Sirra Beadle whip him til he leape ouer that same stoole Beadle I will my Lord come on sirra off with your doublet quickly poore Alas master what shall I do I am not able to stand After the beadle hath hit him one girke he leapes ouer the stoole and runs away and they run after him crying a miracle a miracle Hum. A miracle a miracle let him be taken againe and whipt through euery market Towne till he comes at Barwicke where he was borne Maior It shal be done my Lord. exit Mayor Suff. My lord Protector hath done wonders to day He hath made the blind to see and the halt to go Hum. Yea but you did greater wonders when you made whole Dukedomes flie in a day Witnesse France King Haue done I say and let me heare no more of that Enter the Duke of Buckingham What newes brings Duke Humphrey of Buckingham Buck Ill newes for some my lord and this it is That prowd dame Elnor our Protectors wife Hath plotted Treasons gainst the King and Peeres By witchcrafts sorceries and coniurings Who by such meanes did raise a spirit vp To tell her what hap should betide the state But ere they had finisht their diuellish drift By Yorke and my selfe they were all surprizde And here 's the answer the diuell did make to them King First of the King what shall become of him Reads The Duke yet liues that Henry shall depose Yet him out liue and die a violent death Gods wil be done in all What fate awaits the Duke of Suffolke By water shall he die and take his end Suff. By water must the duke of Suffolke diet It must be so or els the diuell doth lie King Let Somerset shun castles For safer shall he be vpon the sandy plaines Then where castles mounted stand Car. Here 's good stuffe how now my lord protector This newes I thinke hath turnde your weapons point I am in doubt you le scarcely keepe your promise Humph. Forbeare ambitious prelate to vrge my griefe And pardon me my gracious soueraigne For here I sweare vnto your maiesty That I am guiltlesle of these hainous crimes Which my ambitious wife hath falsly done And for she would betray her soueraigne lord There renounce her from my bed and boord And leaue her open for the law to iudge Vnlesse she cleere her selfe of this foule deed King Come my lords this night wee le lodge in S. Albons And to morrow we will ride to London And trie the vtmost of these treasons forth Come vnkle Gloster along with vs My mind doth tell me thou art innocent exeunt omnes Enter the Duke of Yorke and the Earles of Salsbury and Warwicke Yorke My lords our simple supper ended thus Let me reueale vnto your honors here The right and title of the house of Yorke To Englands Crowne by lineall descent War Then Yorke begin and if thy claime be good The Neuills are thy subiects to commaund Yorke Then thus my lords Edward the third had seuen sonnes The first was Edward the blacke Prince Prince of Wales The second was Edmund of Langley Duke of Yorke The third was Lyonell Duke of Clarence The fourth was Iohn of Gaunt The Duke of Lancaster The fifth was Roger Mortemer Earle of March The sixt was sir Thomas of Woodstocke William of Winsore was the seuenth and last Now Edward the black prince he died before his father left behinde him Richard that afterwards was King crowned by the name of Richard the second and he died without an heire Edmund of Langly duke of Yorke died and left behind him two daughters Anne and Elinor Lyonel duke of Clarence died and left behind Alice Anne and Elinor that was after married to my father and by her I claime the Crowne as the true heyre to Lyonell Duke of Clarence the third sonne to Edward the third Now sir In the time of Richards raigne Henry of Bullenbrooke sonne and heire to Iohn of Gaunt the Duke of Lancaster fourth son to Edward the third he claimde the crown deposde the mirthful King and as you both know in Pomphret Castle harmles Richard was shamefully murthered and so by Richards death came the house of Lancaster vnto the Crowne Sals Sauing your tale my lord as I haue heard in the raigne of Bullenbrook the Duke of York did claime the Crown and but for Owen Glendor had bin King Yorke True but so it fortuned then by meanes of that monstrous rebell Glendor the noble Duke of Yorke was done to death and so euer since the heires of Iohn of Gaunt haue possessed the Crowne But if the issue of

any storme Euen to affright thee with the view thereof Clif. And from thy burgonet will I rend the beare And tread him vnderfoote with all contempt Dispight the Beare-ward that protects him so Yong Clif. And so renowned soueraigne to armes To quel these traitors and their complises Rich. Fie charity for shame speake it not in spight For you shall sup with Iesus Christ to night Yong Clif. Foule Stigmatike thou canst not tell Rich. No for if not in heauen you le surely sup in hel exeunt omnes Alarmes to the battaile and then enter the duke of Somerset and Richard fighting Richard kills him vnder the signe of the Castle in saint Albons Rich. So lie thou there aud breathe thy last What 's here the signe of the Castle Then the prophesie is come to passe For Somerset was forewarned of Castles The which he alwaies did obserue And now behold vnder a paltry ale-house signe The Castle in S. Albons Somerset hath made the Wissard famous by his death exit Alarme againe and then enter the Earle of Warwicke alone War Clifford of Comberland t is warwicke calls And if thou dost not hide thee from the Beare Now whilst the angry Trumpets sound Alarmes And dead mens cries do fil the empty avret Clifford I say come forth and fight with me Prowd Northerne Lord Clifford of Comberland Warwicke is hoarse with calling thee to armes Clifford speakes within Warwickestand still and view the way that Clifford hawes with his murthering curtelaxe through the fainting troupes to find thee out Warwicke stand still and s●rre not till I come E●●●● Yorke War How now my Lord what a foote Who kild your horses Yorke The deadly hand of Clifford noble lord Fiue horse this day slaine vnder me And yet braue Warwicke I remaine aliue But I did kil his horse he lou ' de so wel The bouiest gray that ere was bred in North. Enter Clifford and Warwicke offers to fight with him Hold War wicke and seeke thee out some other chase My selfe will hunt this Deare to death War Braue lord t is for a crowne thou fightst Clifford farewell as I entend to prosper wel to day It grieues my soule to leaue thee vnassaild exit Warwicke Yorke Now Clifford since we are singled here alone Be this the day of Doome to one of vs For now my heart hath sworne immortall hate To thee and all the house of Eancaster Clif. And here I stand and pitch my foote to thine Vowing neuer to stir til thou or I be slaine For neuer shall my heart be safe at rest Till I haue spoild the hatefull house of Yorke Alarmes and they fight and Yorke kills Clifford Yorke Now Lancaster sit sure thy sinewes shrinke Come fearefull Henry groueling on thy face Yeeld vp thy Crowne vnto the Prince of Yorke exit Yorke Alarmes then enter yong Clifford alone yong Clif. Father of Comberland Where may I seeke my aged father forth O dismall sight see where he breathlesse lies All smeard and weltred in his luke-warme bloud Ah aged pillar of all Comberlands true house Sweete father 〈◊〉 thy murthered Ghost I sweare Immortall hate vnto the house of Yorke Nor neuer shall I sleepe secure one night Till I haue furiously reuengde thy death And left not one of them to breatheon earth He takes him vp on his backe And thus as olde Ankises sonne did beare His aged father on his manly backe And sought with him against the bloudy Greekes Euen so will I but stay here 's one of them To whom my soule hath sworne immortall hate Enter Richard and then Clifford layes downe his father fights with him and Richard flies away againe Out croorktbacke villaine get thee from my sight But I will after thee and once againe When I haue borne my father to his tent I le tue my fortune better with thee exit yong Clifford with his father Alarmes againe and then enter three or foure bearing the duke of Buckingham wounded to his Tent. Alarmes still and then enter the King and Queene Queene Away my Lord and slie to London straight Make haste for vengeance comes along with them Come stand not to expostulate le ts go King Come then faire Queene to London let vs haste And summon a parlament with speede To stop the fury of these dyre euents exeunt King and Queene Alarmes and then a flourish and enter the duke of Yorke and Richard Yorke How now boyes fortunate this fight hath beene I hope to vs and ours for Englands good And our great honor that so 〈◊〉 we lost Whilst faint-heart Henry did vsurpe our rights But did you see old Salsbury since we With bloudy minds did buckle with the foe I would not for the losse of this right hand That ought but well betide that good old man Rich. My Lord I saw him in the thickest throng Charging his lance with his old weary armes And thrice I saw him beaten from his horse And thrice this hand did set him vp againe And still he fought with courage gainst his foes The boldest sprited man that ere mine eies beheld Enter Salsbury and Warwicke Edw. See noble father where they both do come The onely props vnto the house of Yorke Salsb Well hast thou fought this day thou valiant Duke And thou braue bud of Yorkes increasing house The small remainder of my weary life I hold for thee for with thy warlike arme Three times this day thou hast preserude my life Yorke What say you Lords the King is fled to London There as I heare to hold a Parlament What saies Lord Warwicke shall we after them War After them nay before them if we can Now by my Faith Lords t was a glorious day Saint Albons battell wonne by famous Yorke Shal be eternizd in all age to come Sound Drums and Trumpets and to London all And more such daies as these to vs befall exeunt FINIS