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Q. Mar, [Reading the superscription. To n ord protector! are your supplications to his lordship? Let me see them: What is thine?

1 Pet. Mine is, an't please your grace, against John Goodinan, my lord cardinal's man, fer keeping my house, and lands, and wife, and all, from me.

Glo. I go--Come, Nell, thon wilt ride with us?
Duch. Yes, good my lord, I'll follow presently.
[Exeunt GLOSTER and Messenger.
Follow I must, I cannot go before,
While Gloster bears this base and humble mind.
Were I a man, a duke, and next of blood,
I would remove these tedious stumbling-blocks,
And smooth my way upon their headless necks:
And, being a woman, I will not be slack
To play my part in fortune's pageant. [man,
Where are you there? Sir John! nay, fear not,
We are alone; here's none but thee, and I.
Enter HUME.

Hume. Jesu preserve your royal majesty!
Duch. What say'st thou, majesty! I am but
grace.
[advice,
Hume. But, by the grace of God, and Hume's
Your grace's title shall be multiplied.

Duch. What say'st thou, man? hast thou as
yet conferr'd

With Margery Jourdain, the cunning witch;
And Roger Bolingbroke, the conjurer?
And will they undertake to do me good?

Hume. This they have promised,-to show
your highness

A spirit rais'd from depth of under ground,
That shall make answer to such questions,
As by your grace shall be propounded him.
Duch. It is enough; I'll think upon the ques-

tions:

When from Saint Albans we do make return,
We'll see these things effected to the full.
Here, Hume, take this reward; make merry,

man,

With thy confederates in this weighty cause.
[Ecit Duchess.

duchess' gold;
Marry, and shall. But how now, Sir John
Seal up your lips, and give no words but-mum!
The business asketh silent secrecy.
Dame Eleanor gives gold, to bring the witch:
Gold cannot come amiss, were she a devil.
Yet have I gold, flies from another coast:
I dare not say, from the rich cardinal, [folk;
And from the great and new-made duke of Suf-
Yet I do find it so: for, to be plain, [mour,
They, knowing Dame Eleanor's aspiring hu-
Have hired me to undermine the duchess,
And buz these conjurations in her brain.
They say, A crafty knave does need no broker;
Yet am I Suffolk and the cardinal's broker.
Hume, if you take not heed, you shall go near
To call them both-a pair of crafty knaves.
Well, so it stands: And thus, I fear, at last,
Hume's knavery will be the duchess' wreck;
And her attainture will be Humphrey's tall:
Sort how it will, I shall have gold for all. [Exit.
SCENE III. The same. A Room in the Palace.

Suff. Thy wife too? that is some wrong indeed. -What's yours?-What's here? [Roads.] Against the duke of Suffolk, for enclosing the commons ‹ƒ Melford.-How now, sir kuave?

2 Pet. Alas, sir, I am but a poor petitioner of our whole township.

Peter. Presenting his petition.] Against my master, Thomas Horner, for saying, That the duke of York was rightful heir to the crown.

Q. Mar. What say'st thou? Did the Duke of York say, he was rightful heir to the crown.

Peter. That my master was? No, forsooth: my master said, That he was; and that the king was an usurper.

Suff. Who is there? [Enter Servants.]-Take this fellow in, and send for his master with a pursuivant presently:-we'll hear more of your matter before the king.

[Lcount Servants with PETER. Q. Mar. And as for you, that love to be protected

Under the wings of our protector's grace,
Begin your suits anew, and sue to him.

[Tears the Petition
Away, base cullions!-Suffolk, let them gɔ.
All. Come, let's be gone.

[Exeunt Petitioners. Q. Mar. My lord of Suffolk, say, is this the guise,

Hume. Hume must make merry with the Is this the fashion in the court of England?
[Hume? Is this the government of Britain's isle,
And this the royalty of Albion's king?
What, shall King Henry be a pupil still,
Under the surly Gloster's governance?
Am I a queen in title and in style,
And must be made a subject to a duke?
I tell thee, Poole, when in the city Tours
Thou rann'st a tilt in honour of my love,
And stol'st away the ladies' hearts of France;
I thought King Henry had resembled thee,
In courage, courtship, and proportion:
But all his mind is bent to holiness,
To number Ave-Maries on his beads;
His champions are--the prophets and apostles;
His weapons, holy saws of sacred writ;
ilis study is his tilt-yard, and his loves
Are brazen images of canonized saints.
I would, the college of cardinals
Would choose hini Pope, and carry him to Rome,
And set the triple crown upon his head;
That were a state fit for his holiness.
Your highness came to England, so will I
Suf. Madam, be patient; as I was cause
In England work your grace's full content.
Q. Mar. Beside the haughty protector, have
we Beaufort,
[ham,
The imperious churchman; Somerset, Bucking-
And grumbling York: and not the least of these,
But can do more in England than the king.

Enter PETER, and Others, with Petitions.
1 Pet. My masters, let's stand close; my lord
protector will come this way by and by, and then
we may deliver our supplications in the quill.
2 Pet. Marry, the Lord protect him, for he's
a good man! Jesu bless him!

Enter SUFFOLK and QUEEN MARGARET. 1 Pet. Here 'a comes, methinks, and the queen with him: I'll be the first, sure.

2 Pet. Come back, fool; this is the duke of Suffolk, and not my lord protector.

Suff. How now, fellow? would'st any thing

with me?

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Suff. And he of these, that can do most of all,
Cannot do more in England than the Nevils :
Salisbury and Warwick are no simple peers.
Q. Mar. Not all these lords do vex me half so
much,

As that proud dame, the lord protector's wife.
She sweeps through the court with troops of
ladies,
[wife;
More like an empress than Duke Humphrey's

Strangers in court do take her for the queen:
She bears a duke's revenues on her back,
And in her heart she scorns our poverty:
Shall I not live to be aveng'd on her?
Contemptuous base-born callat as she is,
She vaunted 'mongst her minions t'other day,
The very train of her worst wearing-gown
Was better worth than all my father's lands,
Till Suffolk gave two dukedoms for his daughter.
Saf. Madam, myself have lim'd a bush for her;
And plac'd a quire of such enticing birds,
That she will light to listen to their lays,
And never mount to trouble you again.
So, let her rest; And, madam, list to me:
For I am bold to counsel you in this.
Although we fancy not the cardinal,
Yet must we join with him, and with the lords,
Till we have brought Duke Humphrey in dis-
grace.

As for the duke of York, this late complaint
Will make but little for his benefit:
So, one by one, we'll weed them all at last,
And you yourself shall steer the happy helm.
Enter KING HENRY, YORK and SOMERSET con-
versing with him; DUKE and DUCHESS of GLOS-
TER, CARDINAL BEAUFORT, BUCKINGHAM, SA-
LISBURY, and WARWICK,

K. Hen. For my part, noble lords, I care not
which;

Give me my fan: What, minion! can you not?
[Gives the Duchess a box on the car.

I cry you mercy, madam; Was it you?
Duch. Was't I? yea, I it was, proud French-

woman:

Could I come near your beauty with my nails,
I'd set my ten commandments in your face.
K. Hen. Sweet aunt, be quiet; 'twas against
her will.
[in time:
Duch. Against her will! Good king, look to't
She'll hamper thee, and dandle thee like a baby:
Though in this place most master wear no
breeches,

She shall not strike dame Eleanor unreveng'd.
[Exit Duchess.

Buck. Lord Cardinal, I will follow Eleanor,
And listen after Humphrey, how he proceeds:
She's tickled now; her fume can need no spurs,
She'll gallop fast enough to her destruction.
[Exit BUCKINGHAM.

Re-enter GLOSTER.
Glo. Now, lords, my choler being overblown,
With walking once about the quadrangle,
I come to talk of commonwealth affairs.
As for your spiteful false objections,
Prove them, and I lie open to the law:
But God in mercy so deal with my soul,
As I in duty love my king and country!

But, to the matter that we have fu hand :-
I say, my sovereign, York is meetest inan

Or Somerset, or York, all's one to me.
York. If York hath ill demean'd himself in To be your regent in the realm of France.

France,

Then let him be deny'd the regentship.

Som. If Somerset be unworthy of the place,
Let York be regent, I will yield to him.
War. Whether your grace be worthy, yea, or
Dispute not that: York is the worthier. [10,
Car. Ambitious Warwick, let thy betters
speak.

War. The Cardinal's not my better in the field.
Buck. All in this presence are thy betters,
Warwick.

War. Warwick may live to be the best of all.
Sal. Peace, son;--and show some reason,
Buckingham,

Why Somerset should be preferr'd in this.

Q. Mar. Because the king, forsooth, will have it so.

Glo. Madam, the king is oid enongh himself To give his censure: these are no women's matters. [grace Q. Mar. If he be old enough, what needs your To be protector of his excellence?

Glo. Madam, I am protector of the realm;
And, at his pleasure, will resign my place.

Suff. Resign it then, and leave thine insolence.
Since thou wert king (as who is king but thou?)
The commonwealth hath daily run to wreck :
The Dauphin hath prevail'd beyond the seas;
And all the peers and nobles of the realm
Have been as bondmen to thy sovereignty.
Cur. The commons hast thou rack'd; the
clergy's bags

Are lank and lean with thy extortions.

Som. Thy sumptuous buildings, and thy wife's
Have cost a mass of publick treasury. [attire,
Buck. Thy cruelty in execution,
Upon offenders, hath exceeded law,
And left thee to the mercy of the law.

4. Mar. Thy sale of offices, and towns in
France,-

If they were known, as the suspect is great,Would make thee quickly hop without thy heal. [Exit GLOSTER. The Queen drops her Fan.

Suff. Before we make election, give me leave
To show some reason, of no little force,
That York is most unmeet of any man.

York. I'll tell thee, Suffolk, why I am unmeet.
First, for I cannot flatter thee in pride:
My lord of Somerset will keep me here,
Next, if I be appointed for the place,
Without discharge, money, or furniture,
Last time, I danc'd attendance on his will,
Till France be won into the Dauphin's hands.
Till l'aris was besieg'd, famish'd and lost.

Did never traitor in the land commit.
War. That can I witness; and a fouler fact

Suff. Peace, headstrong Warwick!
War. Image of pride, why should I hold my
peace?

Enter Servants of Suffolk, bringing in HORNER

and PETER.

Suff. Because here is a man accus'd of treason: Pray God, the duke of York excuse himself! York. Doth any one accuse York for a traitor? K. Hen. What mean'st thou, Suffolk? tell me. What are these?

Suff Please it your majesty, this is the man
That doth accuse his master of high treason:
His words were these;-that Richard, duke of
York,

Was rightful heir unto the English crown;
And that your majesty was an usurper.

K. Hen. Say, man, were these thy words?

Hor. An't shall please your majesty, I never said nor thought any such matter: God is my witness, I am falsely accused by the villain.

Pet. By these ten bones, my lords (holding up his hands, he did speak them to me in the garret one night, as we were scouring my lord of York's

armour

York. Base dunghill villain, and mechanical,
I'll have thy head for this thy traitor's speech.
I do beseech your royal majesty,
Let him have all the rigour of the law.

Hor. Alas, my lord, hang me, if ever I spake the words. My accuser is my prentice: and

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when I did correct him for his fault the other
day, he did vow upon his knees he would be
even with me: I have good witness of this;
therefore, I beseech your majesty, do not cast
away an honest man for a villain's accusation.
K. Hen. Uncle, what shall we say to this in
law?

Glo. This doom, my lord, if I may judge.
Let Somerset be regent o'er the French,
Because in York this breeds suspicion:
And let these have a day appointed them
For single combat in convenient place;
For he hath witness of his servant's malice:
This is the law, and this Duke Humphrey's
doom.

K. Hen. Then be it so. My lord of Somerset,
We make your grace lord regent o'er the French.
Som. I humbly thank your royal majesty.
Hor. And I accept the combat willingly.
Pet. Alas, my lord, I cannot fight; for God's
sake, pity my case! the spite of man prevaileth
against me. O, Lord have mercy upon me! I
shall never be able to fight a blow; O Lord, my

heart!

Glo. Sirrah, or you must fight, or else be hang'd. [day K. Hen. Away with them to prison: and the Of combat shall be the last of the next month. Come, Somerset, we'll see thee sent away.

The same.

SCENE IV.

[Exeunt.

The Duke of Gloster's Garden.

Fnter MARGERY JOURDAIN, HUME, SOUTHWELL,

and BOLINGBROKE.

Hume. Come, my masters! the Duchess, I tell you, expects performance of your promises. Boling. Master Hume, we are therefore provided: Will her ladyship behold and hear our exorcisms? [rage. Hume. Ay: What else? fear you not her couBoling. I have heard her reported to be a woman of an invincible spirit: But it shall be convenient, master Hume, that you be by her aloft, while we be busy below; and so, I pray you, go in God's name, and leave us. (Exit HUME Mother Jourdain, be you prostrate, and grovel on the earth;-John Southwell, read you, and let us to our work.

Enter Duchess, above.

Duch. Well said, my masters; and welcome
all. To this geer; the sooner the better.
Boling. Patience, good lady; wizards know
their times:

Deep might, dark night, the silent of the night,
The time of night when Troy was set on fire;
The time when screechowls cry, and ban-dogs
howl,
[graves,
And spirits walk, and ghosts break up their
That time best fits the work we have in hand.
Madam, sit you, and fear not; whom we raise,
We will make fast within a hollow'd verge.

[Here they perform the Ceremonies appertain-
ing, and make the Circle; BOLINGBROKE, or
SOUTHWELL, reads, Conjuro te, &c. It
thunders and lightens terribly; then the Spirit
riseth.

Spir. Adsum.

M. Jourd. Asmath,

By the eternal God, whose name and power
Thou tremblest at, answer that I shall ask;

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[Thunder and lightning. Spirit descends. Enter YORK and BUCKINGHAM, hastily, with their Guards, and Others.

York. Lay hands upon these traitors, and their trash.

commonweal

Beldame, I think, we watch'd you at an inch.—
What, madam, are you there? the king and
Are deeply indebted for this piece of pains;
My lord protector will, I doubt it not,
See you well guerdon'd for these good deserts.
Duch. Not half so bad as thine to England's
king,

Injurious duke; that threat'st where is no cause.
Buck. True, madam, none at all. What call
you this?
[Showing her the papers.
Away with them; let them be clapp'd up close,
And kept asunder:-You, madam, shall with
[us:-

Stafford, take her to thee.

[Exit Duchess from above. We'll see your trinkets here all forth-coming; All-Away!

[Exeunt Guards, with SOUTH. BOLING. dc. York. Lord Buckingham, methinks, you watch'd her well:

A pretty plot, well chosen to build upon!
Now, pray, my lord, let's see the devil's writ.
What have we here?
[Reads.

The duke yet lives, that Henry shall depose;
But him outlive, and die a violent death.
Why, this is just,

Aio te, acida, Romanos vincere posse.
Well, to the rest:

Tell me, what fate awaits the duke of Suffolk?
By water shall he die, and take his end.-
What shall betide the duke of Somerset?
Let him shun castles;

Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains,
Than where castles mounted stand.
Come, come, my lords;
These oracles are hardly attain'd,
And hardly understood.
The king is now in progress toward Saint Albans.
With him the husband of this lovely lady:
Thither go these news, as fast as horse can
carry them;

A sorry breakfast for my lord protector.
Buck. Your grace shall give me leave, my
lord of York,

To be the post, in hope of his reward.
York. At your pleasure, my good lord.-Who's
within there, ho!
Enter a Servant.

For till thou speak, thou shalt not pass from Invite my lords of Salisbury, and Warwick,
hence.
[and done! To sup with me to-morrow night.-Away!

Spir. Ask what thou wilt-That I had said

[Exeunt.

Act Second.

SCENE I. Saint Albans.

Enter KINGHENRY, QUEEN MARGARET, GLOSTER, Cardinal, and SUFFOLK, with Falconers hollaing. Q. Mar. Believe me, lords, for flying at the brook,

I saw not better sport these seven years' day: Yet, by your leave, the wind was very high; And, ten to one, old Joan had not gone out.

K. Hen. But what a point, my lord, your falcon made,

And what a pitch she flew above the rest!-
To see how God in all his creatures works!
Yea, man and birds, are fain of climbing high
Suff. No marvel, an it like your majesty,
My lord protector's hawks do tower so well;
They know their master loves to be aloft,
And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch.
Glo. My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind
That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.
Car. I thought as much; he'd be above the
clouds.
[by that?
Glo. Ay, my lord cardinal; how think you
Were it not good, your grace could fly to heaven?
K. Hen. The treasury of everlasting joy!
Car. Thy heaven is on earth; thine eyes and
thoughts

Beat on a crown, the treasure of thy heart;
Pernicious protector, dangerous peer,

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shrine,

[miracle.

Within this half hour, hath receiv'd his sight; man, that ne'er saw in his life before.

K. Hen. Now, God be prais'd! that to believing souls

Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair! Enter the MAYOR OF SAINT ALBANS and his Bre

thren; and SIMPCOX, borne between two Persons in a Chair; his Wife and a great Multitude following.

Car. Here come the townsmen on procession, To present your highness with the man. K. Hen. Great is his comfort in this earthly vale,

Although by his sight his sin be multiplied. Glo. Stand by, my masters, bring him near

the king,

His highness' pleasure is to talk with him. K. Hen. Good fellow, tell us here the circum| stance, [peremptory? That we for thee may glorify the Lord. What, hast thou been long blind, and now restor'd?

That smooth'stit so with king and commonweal!
Glo. What, cardinal, is your priesthood grown
Tantæne animis calestibus iræ?
Churchmen so hot? good uncle, hide such ma-
With such holiness can you do it? [lice;
Suff. No malice, sir; no more than well be-
So good a quarrel, and so bad a peer. [comes
Glo. As who, my lord?
Suff
Why, as you, my lord;
An't like your lordly lord protectorship.
Glo. Why, Suffolk, England knows thine in-
Q. Mar. And thy ambition, Gloster. [solence.
K. Hen.
I pr'ythee, peace,
Good queen; and whet not on these furious

peers,

For blessed are the peacemakers on earth.

Car. Let me be blessed for the peace I make, Against this proud protector with my sword! Glo. 'Faith, holy uncle, 'would, 'twere come to that! [Aside to the Cardinal. Car. Marry, when thou dar'st. [Aside. Glo. Make up no factious numbers for the matter,

In thine own person answer thy abuse. [Aside. Car. Ay, where thou dar'st not peep: an if thou dar'st,

This evening on the east side of the grove.

K. Hen. How now my lords?
Car.

[Aside.

Believe me, cousin Gloster, Had not your man put up the fowl so suddenly, We had had more sport.-Come with thy two

hand sword.

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Glo.
How long hast thou been blind?
Simp. O, born so, master.
Glo.

Glo. True, uncle. Car. Are you advis'd?-the east side of the Glo. Cardinal, I am with you. K. Hen. Why, how now, uncle Gloster? Glo. Talking of hawking; nothing else, my lord.fcrown for this, Now, by God's mother, priest, I'll shave your Or all my fence shall fail. [Aside. Car. Medice teipsum; Protectos, see to 't well, protect your- [Aside

self.

What, and would'st climb a tree? Simp. But that in all my life, when I was a youth. [dear. Wife. Too true; and bought his climbing very Glo. 'Mass, thou lov'dst plums well, that would'st venture so.

Simp. Alas, good master, my wife desir'd some damsons,

And made me climb, with danger of my life.

Serve.

Enter BUCKINGHAM.

K. Hen. What tidings with our cousin Buck.

Glo. A subtle knave! but yet it shall not [them :Let me see thine eyes:--wink now :-uow open In my opinion yet thou seest not well. Simp. Yes, master, clear as day; I thank God and Saint Alban.

Glo. Sayest thou me so? what colour is this Simp. Red, master: red as blood. [cloak of? Glo. Why, that's well said: What colour is my gown of?

Simp. Black, forsooth; coal-black, as jet. K. Ilen. Why then, thou know'st what colour jet is of?

Suff. And yet, I think, jet did he never see. Glo. But cloaks, and gowns, before this day

a many.

Wife. Never, before this day, in all his life.
Glo. Tell me, sirrah, what's my name?
Simp. Alas, master, I know not.

Glo. What's his name?

Simp. I know not.

Glo. Nor his?

Simp. No, indeed, master.

[master.

Glo. What's thine own name?
Simp. Saunder Simpcox, an if it please you,
Gio. Then, Saunder, sit thou there, the lying-
est knave

In Christendom. If thou hadst been born blind, Thou might'st as well have known our names, as thus

To name the several colours we do wear.
Sight may distinguish of colours; but suddenly
To nominate them all, 's impossible.-
My lords, Saint Alban here hath done a miracle;
And would ye not think that cunning to be great,
That could restore this cripple to his legs?
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. Gio. Then send for one presently, lay. 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. [alone: Simp. Alas! master, I am not able to stand You go about to torture me in vain.

Re-enter Attendant, with the Beadle. 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 Peopic follow, and cry, A miracle!

K. Hen. O God, seest thou this, and bear'st so long? [run. Q. Mar. It made me laugh to see the villain Glo. Follow the knave; and take this drab away.

Wife. Alas, sir, we did it for pure need. Glo. Let then be whipped through every market town, till they come to Berwick, whence they came. [Exeunt Mayor, Beadle, Wife, &c. Car, Duke Humphrey has done a miracle today.

Suff. 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.

ingham?

Buck. Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold. A sort of naughty persons, lewdly bent,Under the countenance and confederacy Of Lady Eleanor, the protector's wife, The ringleader and head of all this rout, Have practis'd dangerously against your state, Dealing with witches, and with conjurors: Whom we have apprehended in the fact; Raising up wicked spirits from under ground, Demanding of King Henry's life and death, And other of your highness' privy council, As more at large your grace shall understand. Car. And so, my lord protector, by this means Your lady is forthcoming yet at London. This news, I think, hath turn'd your weapon's edge;

'Tis like, my lord, you will not keep your hour [Aside to GLOSTER Glo. Ambitious churchman, leave to afflict 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. Hen. O God, what mischiefs work the wicked ones;

Heaping confusion on their own heads thereby! Q. Mar. Gloster, see here the tainture of thy nest;

And, look, thyself be faultless, thou wert best.

Glo. Madam, for myself, to heaven I do appeal,
How I have lov'd my king and commonweal:
And, for my wife, I know not how it stands;
Sorry I am to hear what I have heard:
Noble she is; but if she have forgot
Honour, and virtue, and convers'd with such
As, like to pitch, defile nobility,

I banish her my bed, and company;
And give her, as a prey, to law, and shame,
That hath dishonour'd Gloster's honest name.
K. Hen. Well, for this night, we will repose
us here:

To-morrow, toward London, back again,
To look into this business thoroughly,
And call these foul offenders to their answers;
And poise the cause in justice' equal scales,
Whose beam stands sure, whose rightful cause
prevails.
[Flourish. Exeunt.

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 full.
War. Sweet York, begin; and if thy claim be
good,

The Nevils are thy subjects to command.

York. Then thus:--

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

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