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Glou, Nay, be not angry, I am pleas'd 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. Glou. I go : come, Nell, thou too wilt ride with us?

[Exit Gloucester, Elean. Yes, my good Lord, I'll follow presently. Follow I must, I cannot go before, While Glo»fter bears this base and humble mind. Were I a man, a Duke, and next of blood, I would remove these tedious fumbling-blocks, And smooth my way upon their headless necks : And being a woman, I will not be Nack To play my part in fortune's pageant. Where are you there? Sir John! nay, fear not, man, We are alone, here's none but thee and I.

Enter Hume, Hume. Jesus preserve your Royal Majesty! Elean. What say’ft thou? Majesty ? 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 conferr'd With Margery Jordan the cunning witch, And Roger Bolingbrook the conjurer? And will they undertake to do me good ?

Hume. This they have promised, to shew your Highness A Spirit rais’d from depth of under ground, That shall make answer 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. (Exit Eleanor.

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 silent secrecy. Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch :


Gold cannot come amiss, were she a devil.
Yet have I gold flies from another coast :
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 Eleanor's aspiring humour)
Have hired me to undermine the Dutchess,
And buz these conjurations in her brain.
They say, a crafty knave does need no broker;
Yet am I Suffolks 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' wreck,
And her attainture will be Humphry's fall :
Sort how it will, I shall have gold for all. [Exit.

SCENE V. The Palace,
Enter three or four Petitioners, the Armorer's man being one.

1 Pet. My masters, let's stand close; my Lord Protector will come this way by and by, and then we may deliver our supplications in quill.

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 for my Lord Protector.

Q. Mar. To my Lord Protector? [Reading. ] Are your fupplications to his Lordship? let me see them; what is thine?

1 Pet. Mine is, an't pleafe 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 Suf

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folk, for inclosing the Commons of Melford. How now, Sir Knave ?

2 Pet. Alas, Sir, I am but a poor petitioner of our whole township

3 Pet. Against my master, Thomas Horner, for saying, that the Duke of York was rightful beir to the crown.

Q. Mar. What! did the Duke of York say he was rightful heir to the crown?

3 Pet. That my mistress was ? no, forsooth ; my mafter said that he was ; and that the King was an ufurper.

Suf. Who is there? Take this fellow in, and send for his master with a pursuivant, presently; we'll hear more of your matter before the King. (Exit Servant.

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 supplications.
Away, base cullions : Suffolk, let them go.
All. Come, let's be gone.

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 Ine?
And this the royalty of Albion's King ?
What, shall King Henry be a pupil Kill,
Under the surly Gloster'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'ít a tilt in honour of my love,
And stol'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 apostles,
His weapons holy saws 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,


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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, so will I
In England work your Grace's full content.

e Mar. Beside the proud Protector, have we Beaufort
Th' imperious churchman ; Somerset, Buckingham,
And grumbling York; and not the least of these
But can do more in England than the King.

Suf. And he of these that can do most of all, Cannot do more in England than the Nevills j Salib'ry and Warwick are no fimple Peers.

6. Mar. Not all these Lords do vex me half so much,
As that proud dame, the Lord Protector's wife :
She sweeps it through the Court with troops of Ladies
More like an Empress than Duke Humphry’s wife.
Strangers in Court do take her for the Queen ;
She bears a Duke's revenues on her back,
And in her heart the scorns our poverty.
Shall I not live to be aveng'd on her ?
Contemptuous base-born callat as she is,
She vaunted ’mong her minions t'other day,
The very train of her worst wearing gown
Was better worth than all my father's lands,
'Till Suffolk gave two Dukedoms for his Daughter.

Suf. Madam, my self have lim'd a bush for her,
And plac'd a quire of such enticing birds,
That the will light to listen to their lays
And never mount to trouble you again.
So let her reft; and, Madam, lift to me,
For I am bold to counsel you in this ;
Although we fancy not the Cardinal,
Yet must we join with him and with the Lords,
'Till we have brought Duke Humphry in disgrace.
As for the Duke of York, this late complaint
Will make but little for his benefit.
So one by one we'll weed them all at last,
And you your self thall steer the happy helm.

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To them enter King Henry, Duke Humphry, Cardinal, Buc-

kingham, York, Somerset, Salisbury, Warwick, and the Dutchess.

K. Henry. For my part, noble Lords, I care not which, Or Somerset, or York, all's one to me.

York. If York have ill demean'd himself in France, Then let him be deny'd the Regentship.

Som. If Somerset be unworthy of the place, Let York be Regent, I will yield to him.

War. Whether your Grace be worthy, yea or no,
Dispute not that; York is the worthier.

Car. Ambitious Warwick, let thy betters speak.
War. The Cardinal's not my better in the field.
Buck. All in this presence are thy betters, Warwick.
War. Warwick may live to be the best of all.

Sal. Peace, fon; and shew some reason, Buckingham,
Why Somerset should be preferr’d in this.

Q. Mar. Because the King forsooth will have it so.

Glou. Madam, the King is old enough himself
To give his censure : these are no woman's matters.

Q. Mar. If he be old enough, what needs your Grace
To be Protector of his Excellence ?

Glou. Madam, I am Protector of the Realm,
And at his pleasure will resign my place.

Suf. Resign it then, and leave thine insolence.
Since thou wert King, (as who is King but thou ?)
The common-wealth hath daily run to wreck.
The Dauphin hath prevail'd beyond the feas,
And all the Peers and Nobles of the Realm
Have been as bond-men to thy sovoreignty.

Car. The Commons haft thou rack’d, the Clergy's bags
Are lank and lean with thy extortions.

Som. Thy sumptuous buildings, and thy wife's attire,
Have cost a mass of publick treasury.

Buck. Thy cruelty in execution
Upon offenders hath exceeded law,
And left thee to the mercy of the law.

Q. Mar. Thy sale of offices and towns in France,
If they were known, as the futpect is great,


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