SCENE changes to the Duke of Gloucester's House. Enter Duke Humphry, and his wife Eleanor. Elean. W Hanging the head with Ceres' plenteous load Why doth the great Duke Humphry knit his brows, As to vouchfafe one glance unto the ground. Glo. O Nell, fweet Nell, if thou doft 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 dreams this night do make me fad. Elean. What dream'd my Lord? tell me, and I'll requite it With fweet rehearfal 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 Somerfet, This was the dream; what it doth bode, God knows.. But lift to me, my Humphry, my fweet Duke: Methought Methought, I fat 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 kneel'd to me, And on my head did fet the diadem. Glo. Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright: Art thou not fecond woman in the realm, Elean. What, what, my Lord! are you so cholerick And not be check'd. Glo. Nay, be not angry, I am pleas'd again. Enter Messenger. Mef. My Lord Protector, 'tis his Highnefs' pleafure,, You do prepare to ride unto St. Albans, Whereas the King and Queen do mean to hawk. While Glofter bears this bafe and humble mind.. Where are you there? Sir John; nay, fear not, man, Enter Hume.. Hume. Jefus preferve your royal majesty !. Elean Elean. What fay'ft thou? majefty? I am but grace. Hume. But by the grace of God, and Hume's advice, Your grace's title fhall be multiply'd. Elean. What fay'ft thou man ? haft thou as yet conferr'd 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 fpirit rais'd from depth of under-ground, That shall make anfwer to fuch questions, As by your grace fhall be propounded him. Elean. It is enough, I'll think upon the questions: Here, Hume, take this reward; make merry, man, [Exit Eleanor. Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch... And from the great and new-made Duke of Suffolk ; They (knowing Dame Eleanor's afpiring humour), [Exit. SCENE changes to an Apartment in the Palace. Enter three or four Petitioners, Peter the armourer's man 1 Pet. MY being one. Y mafters, let's ftand clofe; my Lord Protector will come this way by and by, and then we may deliver our fupplications in the quill. 2 Pet. Marry, the Lord protect him, for he's a good man, Jefu blefs him! Enter Suffolk, and Queen. 1 Pet. Here a'comes, methinks, and the Queen with him: I'll be the first, fure. 2 Pet. Come back, fool, this is the Duke of Suffolk, and not my Lord Protector. Suf. How now, fellow, would't any thing with me? 1 Pet. I pray, my Lord, pardon me; I took ye for my Lord Protector. 2. Mar. To my Lord Protector? [reading] Are your fupplications to his Lordship? let me fee 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 fome wrong, indeed. What's yours? what's here? [Reads.] Against the Duke of Suffolk, for inclofing 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 faying, that the Duke of York was rightful heir to the crown. 2. Mar. What! did the Duke of York fay, he was rightful heir to the crown? Peter. That my mistress was? no, forfooth; my maiter faid, that he was; and that the King was an ufurper. Suf Suf. Who is there?-Take this fellow in, and fend for his master with a purfuivant, prefently; 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 fuits anew, and fue to him. [Tears the fupplications. Away, bafe cullions: Suffolk, let them go. [Exeunt Petitioners. Suf. Madam, be patient; as I was the caufe Q Mar. Befides the proud Protector, have we Beauford But |