Anjou and Maine, both giv'n unto the French! A day will come, when York fhall claim his own ; Whofe church-like humour fits not for a Crown, With his new bride, and England's dear-bought Queen, Then will I raise aloft the milk-white Rofe, With whose sweet smell the air fhall be perfum'd; And, force perforce, I'll make him yield the Crown, SCENE IV. Changes to the Duke of Gloucefter's House. Enter Duke Humphry, and his Wife Eleanor. HY droops my Lord, like over-ripen'd Elean. WHY corn Hanging the head with Ceres' plenteous load? Why are thine eyes fixt to the fullen earth, Gazing at that which feems to dim thy fight? Gla. O Nell, fweet Nell, if thou doft love thy Lord, -My troublous dreams this night do make me fad. Elean. What dream'd my Lord; tell me, and I'll requite it With fweet 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 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 firft 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 ftick of Glo'fter's grove, Shall lofe his head for his Prefumption. But lift to me, my Humphry, my fweet Duke Methought, I fat in feat of Majesty, In the Cathedral church of Westminster, And in that chair where Kings and Queens were crown'd, Where Henry and Mergʼret kneel'd to me, And on my head did fet the Diadem. Glo. Nay, Eleanor, then muft I chide outright. -Pre Prefumptuous Dame, ill-nurtur'd Eleanor, Elean. What, what, my Lord! are you so cholerick Glo. Nay, be not angry, I am pleas'd again. Enter Messenger. Mef. My Lord Protector, 'tis his Highness' pleafure, You do prepare to ride unto St. Albans, Whereas the King and Queen do mean to hawk. Follow I muft, I cannot go before, -Where are you there, Sir John? Nay, fear not, man, Enter Hume. Hume. Jefus preferve your Royal Majefty! Your 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; Hume. This they have promifed, to fhew your A Spirit rais'd from depth of under-ground, [Exit Eleanor. Hum. Hume muft make merry with the Dutchefs' gold; Marry, and shall. But how now, Sir John Hume? Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch, And from the great and new-made Duke of Suffolk; They, knowing Dame Eleanor's aspiring humour, And [Exit And her Attainture will be Humphry's Fall: 'Sort how it will, I fhall have gold for all. SCENE VII. Changes to an Apartment in the Palace. Enter three or four Petitioners, Peter the Armourer's man i Pet. M being one. 8 Y masters, let's ftand clofe; my Lord Protector will come this way by and by, and then we may deliver our fupplications in 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 firft, fure. 2 Pet. Come back, fool, this is the Duke of Suffolk, and not my Lord Protector. Suf. How now, fellow, wouldft 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 fee 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 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? 7 Sort how it will.] Let the iffue be what it will. In quill.] This is Sir T. 3 Hanmer's reading, the reft have in the quill. 2 Pet. |