_York._ I never saw a fellow worse bested, Or more afraid to fight, than is the appellant, The servant of this armourer, my lords.   [bbc058] _Enter at one door_, HORNER, _the Armourer, 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_ PETER, _his man, with a drum and sand-bag, and_ ’Prentices _drinking to him_. _First Neigh._ Here, neighbour Horner, I drink to you   [bbc059] in a cup of sack: and fear not, neighbour, you shall do well   ·bbc060· enough. _Sec. Neigh._ And here, neighbour, here’s a cup of charneco. _Third Neigh._ And here’s a pot of good double beer, neighbour: drink, and fear not your man.   ·bbc065· _Hor._ Let it come, i’ faith, and I’ll pledge you all; and a fig for Peter! _First ’Pren._ Here, Peter, I drink to thee: and be not afraid. _Sec. ’Pren._ Be merry, Peter, and fear not thy master:   ·bbc070· fight for credit of the ’prentices.   [bbc071] _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,   [bbc074] thou shalt have my hammer: and here, Tom, take all the   ·bbc075· 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.   [bbc078] _Sal._ Come, leave your drinking, and fall to blows.   [bbc079] Sirrah, what’s thy name?   ·bbc080· _Peter._ Peter, forsooth. _Sal._ Peter! what more? _Peter._ Thump. _Sal._ Thump! then see thou thump thy master well. _Hor._ Masters, I am come hither, as it were, upon my   ·bbc085· man’s instigation, to prove him a knave and myself an honest man: and touching the Duke of York, I will take my death,   [bbc087] I never meant him any ill, nor the king, nor the queen: and therefore, Peter, have at thee with a downright blow!   [bbc089] _York._ Dispatch: this knave’s tongue begins to double.   ·bbc090· Sound, trumpets, alarum to the combatants!   [bbc091] [_Alarum. They fight, and Peter strikes him down._ _Hor._ Hold, Peter, hold! I confess, I confess treason. [_Dies._   [bbc092] _York._ Take away his weapon. Fellow, thank God, and the good wine in thy master’s way. _Peter._ O God, have I overcome mine enemy in this   [bbc095] presence? O Peter, thou hast prevailed in right!   [bbc096] _King._ Go, take hence that traitor from our sight;   [bbc097] 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,   ·bbc100· Which he had thought to have murder’d wrongfully.   [bbc101] Come, fellow, follow us for thy reward. [_Sound a flourish. Exeunt._   [bbc102] SCENE IV. _A street_. _Enter_ GLOUCESTER _and his Serving-men, in mourning cloaks_.