# Henry VI Part 2 (1923) Yale/Text/Act II

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ACT SECOND
Scene One
[St. Albans]
Enter the King, Queen, Protector, Cardinal, and Suffolk, with Falconers halloing.
Queen. 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. 4
King. 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. 8
Suf. 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. 12
Glo. My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.
Car. I thought as much; he would be above the clouds.
Glo. Ay, my Lord Cardinal; how think you by that? 16 Were it not good your Grace could fly to heaven?
King. The treasury of everlasting joy.
Car. Thy heaven is on earth; thine eyes and thoughts Beat on a crown, the treasure of thy heart; 20 Pernicious protector, dangerous peer, That smooth'st it so with king and commonweal!
​Glo. What! cardinal, is your priesthood grown peremptory? Tantæne animis cælestibus iræ? 24 Churchmen so hot? good uncle, hide such malice; With such holiness can you do it?
Suf. No malice, sir; no more than well becomes So good a quarrel and so bad a peer. 28
Glo. As who, my lord?
Suf.Why, as you, my lord, An't like your lordly lord-protectorship.
Glo. Why, Suffolk, England knows thine insolence.
Queen. And thy ambition, Gloucester.
King.I prithee, peace, 32 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! 36
Glo. [Aside to the Cardinal.] Faith, holy uncle, would 'twere come to that!
Car. [Aside to Gloucester.] Marry, when thou dar'st.
Glo. [Aside to the Cardinal.] Make up no factious numbers for the matter; In thine own person answer thy abuse. 40
Car. [Aside to Gloucester.] Ay, where thou dar'st not peep: and if thou dar'st, This evening on the east side of the grove.
King. How now, my lords!
Car.Believe me, cousin Gloucester, Had not your man put up the fowl so suddenly, 44 We had had more sport. [Aside to Gloucester.] Come with thy two-hand sword.
​Glo. True, uncle.
Car. Are ye advis'd? [Aside to Gloucester.] The east side of the grove.
Glo. [Aside to the Cardinal.] Cardinal, I am with you. 48
King. Why, how now, uncle Gloucester!
Glo. Talking of hawking; nothing else, my lord.— [Aside to the Cardinal.] Now, by God's mother, priest, I'll shave your crown For this, or all my fence shall fail. 52
Car. [Aside to Gloucester.] Medice, teipsum; Protector, see to 't well, protect yourself.
King. The winds grow high; so do your stomachs, lords. How irksome is this music to my heart! 56 When such strings jar, what hope of harmony? I pray, my lords, let me compound this strife.
Enter one crying, ‘A Miracle.'
Glo. What means this noise? Fellow, what miracle dost thou proclaim? 60
One. A miracle! a miracle!
Suf. Come to the king, and tell him what miracle.
One. Forsooth, a blind man at Saint Alban's shrine, Within this half hour hath receiv'd his sight; 64 A man that ne'er saw in his life before.
King. Now, God be prais'd, that to believing souls Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair!
Enter the Mayor of Saint Albans, and his Brethren, bearing the man [Simpcox] between two in a chair [followed by Simpcox's wife and others].
​Car. Here comes the townsmen on procession, 68 To present your highness with the man.
King. 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: 72 His highness' pleasure is to talk with him.
King. Good fellow, tell us here the circumstance, That we for thee may glorify the Lord. What! hast thou been long blind, and now restor'd? 76
Simp. Born blind, an't please your Grace.
Wife. Ay, indeed, was he.
Suf. What woman is this?
Wife. His wife, an't like your worship. 80
Glo. Hadst thou been his mother, thou couldst have better told.
King. Where wert thou born?
Simp. At Berwick in the north, an 't like your Grace.
King. Poor soul! God's goodness hath been great to thee: 84 Let never day nor night unhallow'd pass, But still remember what the Lord hath done.
Queen. Tell me, good fellow, cam'st thou here by chance, Or of devotion, to this holy shrine? 88
Simp. God knows, of pure devotion; being call'd A hundred times and oft'ner in my sleep, By good Saint Alban; who said, 'Simon, come; Come, offer at my shrine, and I will help thee.' 92
Wife. Most true, forsooth; and many time and oft Myself have heard a voice to call him so.
Car. What! art thou lame?
Simp.Ay, God Almighty help me!
​Suf. How cam'st thou so?
Simp.A fall off of a tree. 96
Wife. A plum-tree, master.
Glo.How long hast thou been blind?
Simp. O! born so, master.
Glo.What! and wouldst climb a tree?
Simp. But that in all my life, when I was a youth.
Wife. Too true; and bought his climbing very dear. 100
Glo. Mass, thou lov'dst plums well, that wouldst venture so.
Simp. Alas! master, my wife desir'd some damsons, And made me climb with danger of my life.
Glo. A subtle knave! but yet it shall not serve. 104 Let me see thine eyes: wink now: now open them: In my opinion yet thou seest not well.
Simp. Yes, master, clear as day; I thank God and Saint Albans.
Glo. Sayst thou me so? What colour is this cloak of? 108
Simp. Red, master; red as blood.
Glo. Why, that's well said. What colour is my gown of?
Simp. Black, forsooth; coal-black, as jet.
King. Why then, thou know'st what colour jet is of? 112
Suf. 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? 116
Simp. Alas! master, I know not.
Glo. What's his name?
​Simp. I know not.
Glo. Nor his? 120
Simp. No, indeed, master.
Glo. What's thine own name?
Simp. Saunder Simpcox, an if it please you, master.
Glo. Then, Saunder, sit there, the lying'st 124 knave in Christendom. If thou hadst been born blind, thou mightst as well have known all our names as thus to name the several colours we do wear. Sight may distinguish of colours, but 128 suddenly to nominate them all, it is 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 again? 132
Simp. O, master, that you could!
Glo. My masters of St. Albans, have you not beadles in your town, and things called whips? 136
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. 140 [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: 144 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 same stool. 148
​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. 152
After the Beadle hath hit him once, he leaps over the stool, and runs away: and they follow and cry, 'A miracle!'
King. O God! seest thou this, and bear'st so long?
Queen. 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. 156
Glo. Let them be whipp'd through every market town Till they come to Berwick, from whence they came.
Exit [Mayor, with Beadle, Wife, &c].
Car. Duke Humphrey has done a miracle to-day.
Suf. True; made the lame to leap and fly away. 160
Glo. But you have done more miracles than I; You made in a day, my lord, whole towns to fly.
Enter Buckingham.
King. What tidings with our cousin Buckingham?
Buck. Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold. 164 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, 168 Have practis'd dangerously against your state, Dealing with witches and with conjurers: Whom we have apprehended in the fact, Raising up wicked spirits from under ground, 172 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 176 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.
Glo. Ambitious churchman, leave to afflict my heart: 180 Sorrow and grief have vanquish'd all my powers; And, vanquish'd as I am, I yield to thee, Or to the meanest groom.
King. O God! what mischiefs work the wicked ones, 184 Heaping confusion on their own heads thereby.
Queen. Gloucester, see here the tainture of thy nest; And look thyself be faultless, thou wert best.
Glo. Madam, for myself, to heaven I do appeal, 188 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 192 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, 196 That hath dishonour'd Gloucester's honest name.
King. Well, for this night we will repose us here: To-morrow toward London back again, To look into this business thoroughly, 200 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 Two
[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, 4 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. 8
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, 12 Lionel, Duke of Clarence; next to whom Was John of Gaunt, the Duke of Lancaster; The fifth was Edmund Langley, Duke of York; The sixth was Thomas of Woodstock, Duke of Gloucester; 16 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; 20 Till Henry Bolingbroke, Duke of Lancaster, The eldest son and heir of John of Gaunt, ​Crown'd by the name of Henry the Fourth, Seiz'd on the realm, depos'd the rightful king, 24 Sent his poor queen to France, from whence she came, And him to Pomfret; where as all you know, Harmless Richard was murther'd traitorously.
War. Father, the duke hath told the truth; 28 Thus got the house of Lancaster the crown.
York. Which now they hold by force and not by right; For Richard, the first son's heir, being dead, The issue of the next son should have reign'd. 32
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 Edmund Mortimer, Earl of March: 86 Edmund had issue Roger, Earl of March: Roger had issue Edmund, Anne, and Eleanor.
Sal. This Edmund, in the reign of Bolingbroke, As I have read, laid claim unto the crown; 40 And but for Owen Glendower, had been king, Who kept him in captivity till he died. But, to the rest.
York.His eldest sister, Anne, My mother, being heir unto the crown, 44 Married Richard, Earl of Cambridge, who was son To Edmund Langley, Edward the Third's fifth son. By her I claim the kingdom: she was heir To Roger, Earl of March; who was the son 48 Of Edmund Mortimer, who married Philippe, Sole daughter unto Lionel, Duke of Clarence: So, if the issue of the eldest son Succeed before the younger, I am king. 52
​War. What plain proceeding is more plain than this? Henry doth claim the crown from John of Gaunt, The fourth son; York claims it from the third. Till Lionel's issue fails, his should not reign: 56 It fails not yet, but flourishes in thee, And in thy sons, fair slips of such a stock. Then, father Salisbury, kneel we together, And in this private plot be we the first 60 That shall salute our rightful sovereign With honour of his birthright to the crown.
Both. Long live our sovereign Richard, England's king!
York. We thank you, lords! But I am not your king 64 Till I be crown'd, and that my sword be stain'd With heart-blood of the house of Lancaster; And that's not suddenly to be perform'd, But with advice and silent secrecy. 68 Do you as I do in these dangerous days, Wink at the Duke of Suffolk's insolence, At Beaufort's pride, at Somerset's ambition, At Buckingham and all the crew of them, 72 Till they have snar'd the shepherd of the flock, That virtuous prince, the good Duke Humphrey: 'Tis that they seek; and they, in seeking that Shall find their deaths, if York can prophesy. 76
Sal. My lord, break we off; we know your mind at full.
War. My heart assures me that the Earl of Warwick Shall one day make the Duke of York a king.
York. And, Nevil, this I do assure myself, 80 Richard shall live to make the Earl of Warwick The greatest man in England but the king. Exeunt.
Scene Three
[The Same. A Hall of Justice]
Sound Trumpets. Enter the King and State [including Queen, Gloucester, York, Suffolk, and Salisbury], with Guard, to banish the Duchess. [Margery Jordan, Hume, Southwell, and Bolingbroke are also brought in.]
King. Stand forth, Dame Eleanor Cobham, Gloucester's wife. In sight of God and us your guilt is great: Receive the sentence of the law for sins Such as by God's book are adjudg'd to death. 4 You four, from hence to prison back again; From thence, unto the place of execution: The witch in Smithfield shall be burnt to ashes, And you three shall be strangled on the gallows. 8 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, 12 With Sir John Stanley, in the Isle of Man.
Elea. Welcome is banishment; welcome were my death.
Glo. Eleanor, the law, thou seest, hath judged thee: I cannot justify whom the law condemns. 16
[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; 20 Sorrow would solace and mine age would ease.
King. Stay, Humphrey, Duke of Gloucester: ere thou go, Give up thy staff: Henry will to himself Protector be; and God shall be my hope, 24 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.
Queen. I see no reason why a king of years 28 Should be to be protected like a child. God and King Henry govern England's realm. Give up your staff, sir, and the king his realm.
Glo. My staff! here, noble Henry, is my staff: 32 As willingly do I the same resign As e'er thy father Henry made it mine; And even as willingly at thy feet I leave it As others would ambitiously receive it. 36 Farewell, good king! when I am dead and gone, May honourable peace attend thy throne.
Exit Gloucester.
Queen. Why, now is Henry king, and Margaret queen; And Humphrey, Duke of Gloucester, scarce himself, 40 That bears so shrewd a maim: two pulls at once; His lady banish'd, and a limb lopp'd off, This staff of honour raught: there let it stand, Where it best fits to be, in Henry's hand. 44
Suf. Thus droops this lofty pine and hangs his sprays; Thus Eleanor's pride dies in her youngest days.
York. Lords, let him go. Please it your majesty This is the day appointed for the combat; 48 And ready are the appellant and defendant, ​The armourer and his man, to enter the lists, So please your highness to behold the fight.
Queen. Ay, good my lord; for purposely therefore 52 Left I the court, to see this quarrel tried.
King. O' God's name, see the lists and all things fit: Here let them end it; and God defend the right!
York. I never saw a fellow worse bested, 56 Or more afraid to fight, than is the appellant, The servant of this armourer, my lords.
Enter at one door the Armourer [Horner] and his Neighbours, drinking to him so much that he is drunk; and he enters with a drum before him, and his staff with a sand-bag fastened to it: and at the other door his Man [Peter], with a drum and sand-bag, and Prentices drinking to him.
1. Neigh. Here, neighbour Horner, I drink to you in a cup of sack: and fear not, neigh- 60 bour, you shall do well enough.
2. Neigh. And here, neighbour, here's a cup of charneco.
3. Neigh. And here's a pot of good 64 double beer, neighbour: drink, and fear not your man.
Arm. Let it come, i' faith, and I'll pledge you all; and a fig for Peter! 68
1. Pren. Here, Peter, I drink to thee; and be not afraid.
2. Pren. Be merry, Peter, and fear not thy master: fight for credit of the prentices. 72
Peter. I thank you all: drink, and pray for me, I pray you; for, I think, I have taken my ​last draught in this world. Here, Robin, an if I die, I give thee my apron: and, Will, thou shalt 76 have my hammer: and here, Tom, take all the money that I have. O Lord bless me! I pray God, for I am never able to deal with my master, he hath learnt so much fence already. 80
Sal. Come, leave your drinking and fall to blows. Sirrah, what's thy name?
Peter. Peter, forsooth.
Sal. Peter! what more? 84
Peter. Thump.
Sal. Thump! then see thou thump thy mas- ter well.
Arm. Masters, I am come hither, as it were, 88 upon my man's instigation, to prove him a knave, and myself an honest man: and touch- ing the Duke of York, I will take my death I never meant him any ill, nor the king, nor the 92 queen; and therefore, Peter, have at thee with a downright blow!
York. Dispatch: this knave's tongue begins to double. Sound, trumpets, alarum to the combatants. 96
They fight, and Peter strikes him down.
Arm. Hold, Peter, hold! I confess, I confess treason. [Dies.]
York. Take away his weapon. Fellow, thank God, and the good wine in thy master's way. 100
Peter. O God! have I overcome mine enemies in this presence? O Peter! thou hast prevailed in right!
King. Go, take hence that traitor from our sight; 104 For by his death we do perceive his guilt: ​And God in justice hath reveal'd to us The truth and innocence of this poor fellow, Which he had thought to have murther'd wrongfully. 108 Come, fellow, follow us for thy reward.
Sound a flourish. Exunt.
Scene Four
[The Same. A Street]
Enter Duke Humphrey and his Men, in mourning cloaks.
Glo. Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud; And after summer evermore succeeds Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold: So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet. 4 Sirs, what's o'clock?
Serv.Ten, my lord.
Glo. Ten is the hour that was appointed me To watch the coming of my punish'd duchess: Uneath may she endure the flinty streets, 8 To tread them with her tender-feeling feet. Sweet Nell, ill can thy noble mind abrook The abject people, gazing on thy face With envious looks still laughing at thy shame, 12 That erst did follow thy proud chariot wheels When thou didst ride in triumph through the streets. But, soft! I think she comes; and I'll prepare My tear-stain'd eyes to see her miseries. 16
Enter the Duchess in a white sheet, and a taper burning in her hand, with the Sheriff, [Sir John Stanley,] and Officers.
Serv. So please your Grace, we'll take her from the sheriff.
Glo. No, stir not for your lives; let her pass by.
Elea. Come you, my lord, to see my open shame? Now thou dost penance too. Look! how they gaze. 20 See how the giddy multitude do point, And nod their heads, and throw their eyes on thee. Ah, Gloucester, hide thee from their hateful looks, And, in thy closet pent up, rue my shame, 24 And ban thine enemies, both mine and thine!
Glo. Be patient, gentle Nell; forget this grief.
Elea. Ay, Gloucester, teach me to forget myself; For whilst I think I am thy wedded wife, 28 And thou a prince, protector of this land, Methinks I should not thus be led along, Mail'd up in shame, with papers on my back, And follow'd with a rabble that rejoice 32 To see my tears and hear my deep-fet groans. The ruthless flint doth cut my tender feet, And when I start, the envious people laugh, And bid me be advised how I tread. 36 Ah, Humphrey! can I bear this shameful yoke? Trowest thou that e'er I'll look upon the world, Or count them happy that enjoys the sun? No; dark shall be my light, and night my day; 40 To think upon my pomp shall be my hell. Sometime I'll say, I am Duke Humphrey's wife; And he a prince and ruler of the land: Yet so he rul'd and such a prince he was 44 As he stood by whilst I, his forlorn duchess, Was made a wonder and a pointing-stock ​To every idle rascal follower. But be thou mild and blush not at my shame; 48 Nor stir at nothing till the axe of death Hang over thee, as, sure, it shortly will; For Suffolk, he that can do all in all With her that hateth thee, and hates us all, 52 And York, and impious Beaufort, that false priest, Have all lim'd bushes to betray thy wings; And, fly thou how thou canst, they'll tangle thee: But fear not thou, until thy foot be snar'd, 56 Nor never seek prevention of thy foes.
Glo. Ah, Nell! forbear: thou aimest all awry; I must offend before I be attainted; And had I twenty times so many foes, 60 And each of them had twenty times their power, All these could not procure me any scath, So long as I am loyal, true, and crimeless. Wouldst have me rescue thee from this reproach? 64 Why, yet thy scandal were not wip'd away, But I in danger for the breach of law. Thy greatest help is quiet, gentle Nell: I pray thee, sort thy heart to patience; 68 These few days' wonder will be quickly worn.
Enter a Herald.
Her. I summon your Grace to his majesty's parliament, holden at Bury the first of this next month. 72
Glo. And my consent ne'er ask'd herein before! This is close dealing. Well, I will be there.
[Exit Herald.]
​My Nell, I take my leave: and, master sheriff, Let not her penance exceed the king's commission. 76
Sher. An 't please your Grace, here my commission stays; And Sir John Stanley is appointed now To take her with him to the Isle of Man.
Glo. Must you, Sir John, protect my lady here? 80
Stan. So am I given 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 84 You do it her: and so, Sir John, farewell.
Elea. What! gone, my lord, and bid me not farewell!
Glo. Witness my tears, I cannot stay to speak.
Exit Gloucester [with his Men].
Elea. Art thou gone too? All comfort go with thee! 88 For none abides with me: my joy is death; Death, at whose name I oft have been afear'd, Because I wish'd this world's eternity. Stanley, I prithee, go, and take me hence; 92 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. 96
Elea. That's bad enough, for I am but reproach: And shall I then be us'd reproachfully?
Stan. Like to a duchess, and Duke Humphrey's lady: According to that state you shall be us'd. 100
Elea. Sheriff, farewell, and better than I fare, ​Although thou hast been conduct of my shame.
Sher. It is my office; and, madam, pardon me.
Elea. Ay, ay, farewell; thy office is discharg'd. 104 Come, Stanley, shall we go?
Stan. Madam, your penance done, throw off this sheet, And go we to attire you for our journey.
Elea. My shame will not be shifted with my sheet: 108 No; it will hang upon my richest robes, And show itself, attire me how I can. Go, lead the way; I long to see my prison. Exeunt.
Footnotes to Act II
Scene One
​ ​24 Cf. n. 26 Cf. n. 39 Do not refer the quarrel to your followers ​46-48 Cf. n. 47 advis'd: clearly informed 52 fence: skill in fencing 53 Medice, teipsum: Doctor, cure thyself 55 stomachs: angers 57 jar: sound a discord 58 compound: settle, compose 63 Saint Alban's shrine; cf. n. ​71 Although the recovery of his eyesight erpose him to additional temptations. 74 circumstance: details 91 Simon; cf. n. ​99 But that: only that one tree 104 serve: serve his purpose, succeed 105 wink: close both eyes 107 Saint Albans: i.e. the saint’s shrine 114 many: multitude ​129 nominate: call by name 140 by and by: at once 142 leap me: leap ​165 sort: set naughty: good-for-naught lewdly bent: with evil intent 168 rout: company 169 practis'd: plotted 171 in the fact: red-handed 173 Demanding of: inquiring about ​177 forthcoming: under arrest 180 leave: cease 186 tainture: fouling 187 thou wert best: you had better 193 convers'd: had dealings 202 poise: weigh ​203 beam: transverse balancing rod of scales
Scene Two
​3 close: private ​39-42 This Edmund . . . died; cf. n. ​62 With . . . birthright: acclaiming his hereditary right
Scene Three
​4 Cf. n. 7, 8 Cf. n. 13 Cf. n. 21 would: needs to have ​23 staff: badge of office 29 be to be: need to be 41 so . . . maim: so sore a mutilation pulls: pluckings of feathers (?) 43 raught: seized 46 youngest: latest, most recent (?); cf. n. 49 appellant: challenger ​54 O': in 56 bested: prepared 60 sack: dry Spanish wine 63 charneco: sweet Portuguese wine ​91 take my death: pledge my life 95 double: talk thickly 97, 98 I confess treason; cf. n. ​108 Which: whom
Scene Four
​4 fleet: pass 8 Uneath: hardly 10 abrook: endure 11 abject: vile ​24 closet: private apartment 25 ban: curse 31 Mail'd: wrapped 32 with: by 33 deep-fet: deep-drawn 35 start: wince 36 advised: cautious 39 that enjoys: who enjoy 46 pointing-stock: butt of ridicule ​47 rascal follower: worthless hireling 54 Cf. I. iii. 91 57 prevention: forestalling 59 attainted: convicted 62 scath: injury 68 sort: adapt 69 worn: worn away, expired 71 Bury: Bury St. Edmunds in Suffolk the first . . . month; cf. n. 74 close: secretive, sly ​76 commission: warrant 77 stays: stops 91 this . . . eternity: perpetuation of worldly enjoyment 97 but reproach: all disgrace 101 better . . . fare: may you fare better than I do ​102 conduct: the conductor