So York must sit, and fret, and bite his tongue, While his own lands are bargain'd for, and sold. Methinks, the realms of England, France, and Ireland, Bear that proportion to my flesh and blood, As did the fatal brand Althea burn'd, Unto the prince's heart of Calydon.9 Anjou and Maine, both given unto the French! A day will come, when York shall claim his own ; And make a show of love to proud duke Humphrey, Whose church-like humours fit not for a crown. Till Henry, surfeiting in joys of love, With his new bride, and England's dear-bought queen, With whose sweet smell the air shall be perfum'd; The same. SCENE II. [Exit. A Room in the Duke of GLOSTER's House. Enter Duch. Why droops my lord, like over-ripen'd corn, Hanging the head at Ceres' plenteous load? Why doth the great duke Humphrey knit his brows, Why are thine eyes fix'd to the sullen earth, [9] According to the fable, Meleager's life was to continue only so long as a certain firebrand should last. His mother Althea having thrown it inte the fire, he expired in great torments. MAL. Enchas'd with all the honours of the world? Until thy head be circled with the same. Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold :— Glo. O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost love thy lord, Banish 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 dream this night doth make me sad. Duch. What dream'd my lord? tell me, and I'll requite it With sweet rehearsal of my morning's dream. Glo. Methought, this staff, mine office-badge in court, Was broke in twain; by whom, I have forgot, But, as I think, it was by the cardinal; And on the pieces of the broken wand Were plac'd the heads of Edmond duke of Somerset, This was my dream; what it doth bode, God knows. But list to me, my Humphrey, my sweet duke: In the cathedral church of Westminster, And in that chair where kings and queens are crown'd, Glo. Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright : Duch. What, what, my lord! are you so choleric With Eleanor, for telling but her dream? Glo. Nay, be not angry, I am pleas'd again. Enter a Messenger. Mess. My lord protector, 'tis his highness' pleasure, You do prepare to ride unto Saint Albans, Whereas the king and queen do mean to hawk.' Glo. I go.-Come, Nell, thou wilt ride with us? Duch. Yes, good my lord, I'll follow presently. [Exeunt GLOSTER and Messenger. Follow, I must, I cannot go before, While Gloster bears this base and humble mind. I would remove these tedious stumbling-blocks, To play my part in fortune's pageant. Where are you there? Sir John 2 nay, fear not, man, We are alone; here's none but thee, and 1. Enter HUME. Hume. Jesu preserve your royal majesty ! Duch. What say'st thou, majesty! I am but grace. Hume. But, by the grace of God, and Hume's advice, Your grace's title shall be multiplied. Duc. What say'st thou, man? hast thou as yet conferr'd With Margery Jourdain, the cunning witch; And Roger Bolingbroke, the conjurer? And will they undertake to do me good? Hume. This they have promised,-to show your highness A spirit rais'd from depth of under ground, Duch. It is enough; I'll think upon the questions: Here, Hume, take this reward; make merry, man, [Exit. Hume.Hume must make merry with the duchess' gold; Marry, and shall. But how now, Sir John Hume? [ Whereas is the same as where; and seems to be brought into use only on account of its being a dissyllable. STEEV. [2] A title frequently bestowed on the clergy. STEEV. Seal up your lips, and give no words but-mum ! Dame Eleanor gives gold, to bring the witch : I dare not say, from the rich cardinal, And from the great and new-made duke of Suffolk ; They, knowing dame Eleanor's aspiring humour, The same. SCENE III. [Exit. A Room in the Palace. Enter PETER, and others, with Petitions. 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 the quill.4 2 Pet. Marry, the Lord protect him, for he's a good man! Jesu bless him! Enter SUFFOLK, and Queen MARGARET. 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. [Reading the superscription.] To my lord [3] Let the issue be what it will. JOHNS. [4] In the quill may mean, with great exactness and observance of form, or with the utmost punctilio of ceremony. The phrase seems to be taken from part of the dress of our ancestors, whose ruffs were quilled. While these were worn, it might be the vogue to say, such a thing is in the quill, i.e. in the reigning mode of taste TOLLET.To this observation I may add, that, after printing began, the similar phrase of a thing being in print was used to express the same circumstance of exactness. STEEV. protector are your supplications to his lordship? Let me see them: What is thine? 1 Pet. Mine is, an'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 is some wrong indeed. What's yours?-What's here! [Reads.] Against the duke of Suffolk, for enclosing the commons of Melford. -How now, sir knave? 2 Pet. Alas, sir, I am but a poor petitioner of our whole township. Peter. [Presenting his petition.] Against my master, Thomas Horner, for saying, That the duke of York was rightful heir to the crown. Q.Mar. What say'st thou? Did the duke of York say, he was rightful heir to the crown? Peter. That my master was? No, forsooth: my master said, That he was; and that the king was an usurper. Suf. Who is there? [Enter Servants.]-Take this fellow in, and send for his master with a pursuivant presently we'll hear more of your matter before the king. [Exeunt Servants, with PETER. 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 petiAway, base cullions !-Suffolk, let them go. All. Come, let's be gone. tions. [Exeunt Petitioners Q.Mar. My lord of Suffolk, say, is this the guise, Is this the fashion in the court of England? His champions are-the prophets and apostles ; |