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 adjudged to death.
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.
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,
With Sir John Stanley in the Isle of Man.
Stand forth, Dame Eleanor Cobham, Gloucester’s wife. In sight of God and us, your guilt is great; Re...
Stand forth, Dame Eleanor Cobham, Gloucester’s wife. In sight of God and us, your guilt is great; Re...
stand forth, dame eleanor cobham,
Welcome is banishment; welcome were my death.
Welcome is banishment; welcome were my death....
Welcome is banishment; welcome were my death....
[core emotion]
Eleanor, the law, thou seest, hath judged thee.
I cannot justify whom the law condemns.
Eleanor, the law, thou seest, hath judged thee. I cannot justify whom the law condemns....
Eleanor, the law, thou seest, hath judged thee. I cannot justify whom the law condemns....
eleanor, the law, thou seest,
Gloucester's Protector's staff is the scene's central physical object, and Shakespeare writes every beat around it. Henry asks for it gently ("give up thy staff"); Margaret pressures for it impatiently ("Give up your staff, sir"); Gloucester surrenders it with a three-part speech of comparison (as willingly as received, as willingly as laid down, as willing as others would grab it). Margaret then immediately comments on its new location. The staff never disappears from conversation — it focuses the scene's meaning on a single transferable object. The loss of the staff is the loss of a forty-year career compressed into one prop. Productions that handle this right make audiences feel it.
Stay, Humphrey Duke of Gloucester. Ere thou go,
Give up thy staff. Henry will to himself
Protector be; and God shall be my hope,
My stay, my guide, and lantern to my feet.
And go in peace, Humphrey, no less beloved
Than when thou wert Protector to thy king.
Stay, Humphrey Duke of Gloucester. Ere thou go, Give up thy staff. Henry will to himself Protector b...
Stay, Humphrey Duke of Gloucester. Ere thou go, Give up thy staff. Henry will to himself Protector b...
stay, humphrey duke of gloucester.
I see no reason why a king of years
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.
I see no reason why a king of years Should be to be protected like a child. God and King Henry gover...
I see no reason why a king of years Should be to be protected like a child. God and King Henry gover...
i see no reason why
My staff? Here, noble Henry, is my staff.
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.
Farewell, good King. When I am dead and gone,
May honourable peace attend thy throne.
My staff? Here, noble Henry, is my staff. As willingly do I the same resign As e’er thy father Henry...
My staff? Here, noble Henry, is my staff. As willingly do I the same resign As e’er thy father Henry...
my staff? here, noble henry,
Why, now is Henry King and Margaret Queen,
And Humphrey Duke of Gloucester scarce himself,
That bears so shrewd a maim. Two pulls at once;
His lady banished, and a limb lopped off.
This staff of honour raught, there let it stand
Where it best fits to be, in Henry’s hand.
Why, now is Henry King and Margaret Queen, And Humphrey Duke of Gloucester scarce himself, That bear...
Why, now is Henry King and Margaret Queen, And Humphrey Duke of Gloucester scarce himself, That bear...
why, now is henry king
Thus droops this lofty pine and hangs his sprays;
Thus Eleanor’s pride dies in her youngest days.
Thus droops this lofty pine and hangs his sprays; Thus Eleanor’s pride dies in her youngest days....
Thus droops this lofty pine and hangs his sprays; Thus Eleanor’s pride dies in her youngest days....
thus droops this lofty pine
Lords, let him go.—Please it your majesty,
This is the day appointed for the combat,
And ready are the appellant and defendant,
The armourer and his man, to enter the lists,
So please your highness to behold the fight.
Lords, let him go.—Please it your majesty, This is the day appointed for the combat, And ready are t...
Lords, let him go.—Please it your majesty, This is the day appointed for the combat, And ready are t...
lords, let him go.—please it
Ay, good my lord; for purposely therefore
Left I the court to see this quarrel tried.
Ay, good my lord; for purposely therefore Left I the court to see this quarrel tried....
Ay, good my lord; for purposely therefore Left I the court to see this quarrel tried....
ay, good my lord; for
Trial by combat (or judicial duel) had been a recognized legal procedure since the Norman Conquest, though by Henry VI's time it was rarely used for serious criminal cases. The logic was theological: God would not permit an innocent man to lose. In Shakespeare's plays it appears in Richard II (Bolingbroke vs. Mowbray, aborted) and here with Peter and Horner. The procedure for commoners used sandbags on staves rather than swords — a detail Shakespeare captures. What makes the Horner-Peter combat dramatically interesting is that it works exactly as advertised: the innocent party wins. Shakespeare is not satirizing the institution; he's showing it functioning while being ridiculous in form. Trial by combat was not formally abolished in England until 1819.
I’ God’s name, see the lists and all things fit.
Here let them end it, and God defend the right!
I’ God’s name, see the lists and all things fit. Here let them end it, and God defend the right!...
I’ God’s name, see the lists and all things fit. Here let them end it, and God defend the right!...
i’ god’s name, see the
I never saw a fellow worse bested,
Or more afraid to fight, than is the appellant,
The servant of his armourer, my lords.
I never saw a fellow worse bested, Or more afraid to fight, than is the appellant, The servant of hi...
I never saw a fellow worse bested, Or more afraid to fight, than is the appellant, The servant of hi...
i never saw a fellow
Gloucester's staff-surrender speech (2-3-015) is arguably his finest in the play — and he's been presented sympathetically throughout. Under pressure from both his beloved king and a hostile queen, he doesn't argue, rage, or bargain. He simply names what he's doing (surrendering what was given), refuses to attribute ambition to the act (others would grab it; he lays it down), and wishes the king peace. "When I am dead and gone" arrives as a quiet line that should stop the scene. Gloucester doesn't know he's prophesying, but the audience does — or will, on re-read. His grace in defeat makes everything that follows (his arrest, his murder) more devastating by contrast.
Let it come, i’ faith, and I’ll pledge you all; and a fig for Peter!
1 PRENTICE.
Here, Peter, I drink to thee, and be not afraid.
2 PRENTICE.
Be merry, Peter, and fear not thy master. Fight for credit of the
prentices.
Let it come, i’ faith, and I’ll pledge you all; and a fig for Peter! 1 PRENTICE. Here, Peter, I drin...
Let it come, i’ faith, and I’ll pledge you all; and a fig for Peter! 1 PRENTICE. Here, Peter, I drin...
let it come, i’ faith,
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 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.
I thank you all. Drink, and pray for me, I pray you, for I think I have taken my last draught in thi...
I thank you all. Drink, and pray for me, I pray you, for I think I have taken my last draught in thi...
i thank you all. drink,
Come, leave your drinking and fall to blows.
Sirrah, what’s thy name?
Come, leave your drinking and fall to blows. Sirrah, what’s thy name?...
Come, leave your drinking and fall to blows. Sirrah, what’s thy name?...
come, leave your drinking and
Peter, forsooth.
Peter, forsooth....
Peter, forsooth....
[core emotion]
Peter? What more?
Peter? What more?...
Peter? What more?...
[core emotion]
Thump.
Thump....
Thump....
[core emotion]
The structural audacity of 2-3 is placing two justice scenes back-to-back with radically different tones. Eleanor's sentencing is high-court tragedy — a duchess stripped, a devoted husband silenced by law, a good man publicly unmade. Immediately after, the Horner-Peter combat is low comedy — drunk man vs. terrified boy, neighbours toasting with sack and charneco, a surname joke. Yet both scenes are about truth being revealed: Eleanor's guilt (established), Gloucester's innocence (implied by his dignified response), Horner's guilt (confirmed by death). Shakespeare refuses to rank them morally. The commoner's trial by combat resolves cleanly; the noble's political maneuvering leaves everything unresolved. The pun is in the structure: justice favors the powerless (Peter wins, Horner confesses) while the powerful escape accountability (Margaret celebrates, Suffolk gloats).
Thump! Then see thou thump thy master well.
Thump! Then see thou thump thy master well....
Thump! Then see thou thump thy master well....
[core emotion]
Masters, I am come hither, as it were, upon my man’s instigation, to
prove him a knave and myself an honest man; and touching the Duke of
York, I will take my death I never meant him any ill, nor the King, nor
the Queen; and therefore, Peter, have at thee with a downright blow!
Masters, I am come hither, as it were, upon my man’s instigation, to prove him a knave and myself an...
Masters, I am come hither, as it were, upon my man’s instigation, to prove him a knave and myself an...
masters, i am come hither,
Dispatch! This knave’s tongue begins to double.
Dispatch! This knave’s tongue begins to double....
Dispatch! This knave’s tongue begins to double....
[core emotion]
Hold, Peter, hold! I confess, I confess treason.
Hold, Peter, hold! I confess, I confess treason....
Hold, Peter, hold! I confess, I confess treason....
hold, peter, hold! i confess,
Take away his weapon.—Fellow, thank God and the good wine in thy
master’s way.
Take away his weapon.—Fellow, thank God and the good wine in thy master’s way....
Take away his weapon.—Fellow, thank God and the good wine in thy master’s way....
take away his weapon.—fellow, thank
O God, have I overcome mine enemies in this presence? O Peter, thou
hast prevailed in right!
O God, have I overcome mine enemies in this presence? O Peter, thou hast prevailed in right!...
O God, have I overcome mine enemies in this presence? O Peter, thou hast prevailed in right!...
o god, have i overcome
Go, take hence that traitor from our sight,
For by his death we do perceive his guilt.
And God in justice hath revealed to us
The truth and innocence of this poor fellow,
Which he had thought to have murdered wrongfully.
Come, fellow, follow us for thy reward.
Go, take hence that traitor from our sight, For by his death we do perceive his guilt. And God in ju...
Go, take hence that traitor from our sight, For by his death we do perceive his guilt. And God in ju...
go, take hence that traitor
The Reckoning
This is the scene where Gloucester's political life ends publicly and without drama — he simply hands over the staff of office and walks away. Shakespeare makes this quiet moment more devastating than any battle. Meanwhile the Horner-Peter combat is slapstick that resolves serious consequences: a man dies, treason is confirmed, and a frightened apprentice discovers he prevailed 'in right.'
If this happened today…
Imagine a cabinet minister watching his spouse convicted of fraud in open court, then being handed a resignation letter by the prime minister — politely, with warm words — right afterward in the same room. Then the same afternoon, a workplace grievance hearing somehow resolves itself when the accused manager shows up visibly drunk. Comic and tragic in the same afternoon, both matters closed.