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SCENE changes to the Duke of Gloucester's
Enter Duke Humphry, and his wife Eleanor. Elean.
my Lord, like
Why doth the great Duke Humphry knit his brows,
As frowning at the favours of the world ?
Why are thine eyes fixt to the sullen earth,
Gazing at that which seems to dim thy sight?
What feest thou there? King Henry's diadem,
Inchas'd with all the honours of the world?
If so, gaze on, and grovel on thy face,
Until thy head be circled with the same.
Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold:
What! is't too Mort? I'll lengthen it with mine..
And, having both together beav'd it up,
We'll both together lift our heads to heaven;
And never more abase our sight so low,
As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground.
Glo. O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou doit love thy Lord,
Banith the canker of ambitious thoughts :
And may that thought, when I imagine ill
Against my King and nephew, virtuous Henry,
Be my last breathing in this mortal world !
My troublous dreams this night do make me fad.
Elean. What dream'd my Lord? tell me, and I'll requiteit With sweet rehearsal of my morning's dream.
Glo. Methought, this ftaff, mine office badge in court,
Was broke in twain; by whom, I have forgot ;
But, as I think, it was by th’ Cardinal;
And, on the pieces of the broken wand,
Were plac'd the heads of Edmund Duke of Somerset,
And William de la Pole first Duke of Suffolk.
This was the dream ; what it doth bode, God knows..
Elean. Tut, this was nothing but an argument,
That he, that breaks a stick of Glo'ster's grove,
Shall lose his head for his presumption.
Bu lift to me, my Humphry, my sweet Duke:
Methought, I sat in seat of majesty,
In the cathedral church of Westminster,
And in that chair where Kings and Queens were crown'd;
Where Henry and Marg'ret kneeld to me,
And on my head did let the diadem.
Glo. Nay, Eleanor, then muft I chide outright:
· Presumptuous dame, ill-nurtur'd Eleanor,
Art thou not second woman in the realm,
An the Protector's wife, belov'd of him?
Haft thou not worldly pleasure at command,
Above the reach or compass of thy thought?
And wilt thou ftill be hammering treachery,
To tumble down thy husband, and thyself,
From top of honour to disgrace's feet?
Away from me, and let me hear no more.
Elean. What, what, my Lord ! are you so cholerick
With Eleanor, for telling but her dream?
Next time, I'll keep my dreams unto myself,
And not be check’d.
Glo. Nay, be not angry, I am pleasʼd again.
Enter Messenger. Mes. My Lord Protector, 'tis his Highness' pleasure,, You do prepare to ride unto St. Albans, Whereas the King and Queen do mean to hawk. Glo. I go: come, Nell, thou wilt ride with us ?
Elean. Yes, my good Lord, I'll follow presently.
Follow I must, I cannot go before,
While Glofter bears this base and humble mind.
Were I a man, a Duke, and next of blood,
I would remove these tedious: stumbling-blocks
And smooth my way upon their headless necks.
And being a woman, I will not be fack
To play my part in fortune's pageant..
Where are you there? Sir John; nay, fear not, mady,
We are alone; here's none but thee and I.
Hume. Jesus preserve your royal majesty!
Elean. What fay'st thou? majefty? I am but grace.
Hume. But by the grace of God, and Hume's advice, Your grace's title shall be multiply'd.
Elean. What say'st thou man? haft thou as yet conferrd With Margery Jordan, the cunning witch: And Roger Bolingbroke the conjurer, And will they undertake to do me good ?
Hume. This they have promis'd, to fhew your highness
A spirit rais'd from depth of under-ground,
That shall make anfwer to such questions,
As by your grace shall be propounded him.
Elean. It is enough, I'll think upon the questions:
When from St. Albans we do make return,
We'll see those things effected to the full.
Here, Hume, take this reward; make merry, man,
With thy confederates in this weighty cause.
Hume. Hume must make merry with the Dutchess' gold.:
Marry, and shall; but how now, Sir John Hume?
Seal up your lips, and give no words but mum!
The business asketh filent secrécy.
Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch:
Gold cannot come amiss, were she a devil.
Yet have I gold, flies from another coait :
I dare not say from the rich Cardinal,
And from the great and new-made Duke of Suffolk ;:
Yet I do find it fo: for to be plain,
They (knowing Dame Eleanor's aspiring humour),
Have hired me to undermine the Dutchess;
And buz these conjurations in her brain.
They say, a crafty krave does need no broker;
Yet am I Suffolk's, and the Cardinal's, broker.
Hume, if you take not heed, you shall go near
To call them both a pair of crafty knaves.
Well, so it stands; and thus I fear at last,
Hume's knavery will be the Dutchess' wrack,
And her attainture will be Humphry's fall :
Sort how it will, I shall have gold for all.. [Exit.
SCENE changes to an Apartment in the Palace.
Enter three or four Petitioners, Peter the armourer's man
being one. Y masters, let's stand close; my Lord Pro
tector will come this way by and by, and the we may deliver our fupplications in the quiil.
2 Pet. Marry, the Lord protect him, for he's a good man, Jesu bless him!
Enter Suffolk, and Queen. 1 Pet. Here a'comes, methinks, and the Queen with him: I'll be the first, sure.
2 Pet. Come back, fool, this is the Duke of Suffolk, and not my Lord Protector.
Suf. How now, fellow, would'st any thing with me? 1 Pet. I pray, my Lord, pardon me; I took ye
2. Mar. To my Lord Protector? [reading] Are your fupplications to his Lordship? let me see them ; what is thine ?
1 Pet. Mine is, and't please your Grace, against John Goodman, my Lord Cardinal's man, for keeping my house and lands, and wife, and all from me.
Suf. Thy wife too? that's some wrong, indeed. What's yours? what's here? [Reads.] Against the Duke of Suffolk, for inclosing the commons of Long Melford. How now, Sir knave }
2 Pet. Alas, Sir, I am but a poor petitioner of our whole Township.
Suf. reads.] 'Against my master, Thomas Horner, for saying, that the Duke of York was rightful heir to the
Q. Mar. What! did the Duke of York say, he was rightful heir to the crown ?
Peter. That my mistress was ? no, forsooth; my maiter faid, that he was ; and that the King was an ufurper.
Suf. Who is there ? - Take this fellow in, and send for his master wich a pursuivant, presently; we'll hear more of your matter before the King.
(Exit Peter guarded. Q. Mar. And as for you, that love to be protected Under the wings of our Protector's grace, Begin your suits anew, and sue to him.
[Tears the fupplications. Away, base cullions : Suffolk, ket them go.
All. Come, let's be gone. [Exeunt Petitioners.
Q. Mar. My Lord of Suffolk, say, is this the guise ?
Is this the fashion in the court of England?
Is this the government of Britain's isle ?
And this the royalty of Albion's King?
What! fall King Henry be a pupil till,
Under the surly Glo'ster's governance ?
Am I a Queen in title and in style,
And must be made a subject to a Duke?
I tell thee, Pole, when in the city Tours
Thou ran'st a-tilt in honour of my love,
And ftol'ft away the Ladies hearts of France;
I thought King Henry had resembled thee
In courage, courtship, and proportion :
But all his mind is bent to holiness,
To number Ave Maries on his beads;
His champions are the prophets and apofles ;
His weapons holy laws of sacred writ;
His study is his tilt-yard ; and his loves
Are brazen images of canoniz'd saints.
I would, the college of the Cardinals
Would chuse him Pope, and carry him to Rome,
And set the triple crown upon his head;
That were a state fit for his holiness!
Suf. Madam, be patient; as I was the cause
Your highness came to England, fo will I
In England work your grace's full content:
e Mar. Besides the proud Protector, have we Beauford Th’imperious churchman; Somerset, Buckingham, And grumbling York; and not the least of these