Queen. Why, now is Henry king, and Margaret queen;
40 And Humphrey Duke of Gloucester scarce himself,
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.
Suf.45 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;