_Humphrey._ Madame I am but Protector ouer the land, [dac088] And when it please his grace, I will resigne my charge. _Suffolke._ Resigne it then, for since that thou wast King, [dac090] As who is King but thee. The common state [dac091] Doth as we see, all wholly go to wracke, And Millions of treasure hath bene spent, And as for the Regentship of _France_, I say _Somerset_ is more worthie then _Yorke_. [dac095] _Yorke._ Ile tell thee _Suffolke_ why I am not worthie, Because I cannot flatter as thou canst. _War._ And yet the worthie deeds that _York_ hath done, Should make him worthie to be honoured here. _Suffolke._ Peace headstrong _Warwicke_. ·dac100· _War._ Image of pride, wherefore should I peace? _Suffolke._ Because here is a man accusde of Treason, Pray God the Duke of _Yorke_ do cleare himselfe. Ho, bring hither the Armourer and his man. Enter the Armourer and his man. If it please your grace, this fellow here, hath accused his maister of ·dac105· high Treason, And his words were these. That the Duke of _Yorke_ was lawfull heire vnto the Crowne, and that your grace was an vsurper. _Yorke._ I beseech your grace let him haue what punishment the law will afford, for his villany. ·dac110· _King._ Come hether fellow, didst thou speake these words? _Armour._ Ant shall please your Maiestie, I neuer said any such [dac112] matter, God is my witnesse, I am falsly accused by this villain (here. _Peter._ Tis no matter for that, you did say so. ·dac115· _Yorke._ I beseech your grace, let him haue the law. _Armour._ Alasse my Lord, hang me if euer I spake the words, [dac117] my accuser is my prentise, & when I did correct him for his fault the other day, he did vow upon his knees that he would be euen with me, I haue good witnesse of this, and therefore ·dac120· I beseech your Maiestie do not cast away an honest man for [dac121] a villaines accusation. _King._ Vnckle _Gloster_, what do you thinke of this? _Humphrey._ The law my Lord is this by case, it rests suspitious, That a day of combat be appointed, ·dac125· And there to trie each others right or wrong, Which shall be on the thirtith of this month, [dac127] With _Eben_ staues, and _Standbags_ combatting [dac128] In Smythfield, before your Royall Maiestie. _Exet Humphrey._ _Armour._ And I accept the Combat willingly. ·dac130· _Peter._ Alasse my Lord, I am not able to fight. [dac131] _Suffolke._ You must either fight sirra or else be hangde: Go take them hence againe to prison. _Exet_ with them. [dac133] The Queene lets fall her gloue, and hits the Duches of _Gloster_, a boxe on the eare. _Queene._ Giue me my gloue. Why Minion can you not see? She strikes her. I cry you mercy Madame, I did mistake, ·dac135· _I_ did not thinke it had bene you.