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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.
SCENE V. The Palace,
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
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
and sue to him.
[Tears the supplications.
And set the triple crown upon his head!
Suf. Madam, be patient ;, as I was the cause
e Mar. Beside the proud Protector, have we Beaufort
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,
Suf. Madam, my self have lim'd a bush for her,
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,
Car. Ambitious Warwick, let thy betters speak.
Sal. Peace, fon; and shew some reason, Buckingham,
Q. Mar. Because the King forsooth will have it so.
Glou. Madam, the King is old enough himself
Q. Mar. If he be old enough, what needs your Grace
Glou. Madam, I am Protector of the Realm,
Suf. Resign it then, and leave thine insolence.
Car. The Commons haft thou rack’d, the Clergy's bags
Som. Thy sumptuous buildings, and thy wife's attire,
Buck. Thy cruelty in execution
Q. Mar. Thy sale of offices and towns in France,