Sal. Peter! what more?
Peter. Thump.
Sal. Thump! then see thou thump thy master well.
85 Hor. 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!
90 York. Dispatch: this knave’s tongue begins to double. [♦] Sound, trumpets, alarum to the combatants! [Alarum. They fight, and Peter strikes him down.
[♦] Hor. 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.
[95] Peter. O God, have I overcome mine enemy in this [♦] presence? O Peter, thou hast prevailed in right!
[♦] King. Go, take hence that traitor from our sight;
For by his death we do perceive his guilt: