PETER.
Peter, forsooth.
SALISBURY.
Peter? What more?
PETER.
Thump.
SALISBURY.
Thump! Then see thou thump thy master well.
HORNER.
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!
YORK.
Dispatch! This knave’s tongue begins to double.
Sound, trumpets. Alarum to the combatants!
[They fight, and Peter strikes him down.]
HORNER.
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.