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• If so gaze on, and grovel on thy face,
Until thy head be circled with the same.
Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious Gold:
What! is't too short? I'll lengthen it with mine.
And, having both together heav'd it up,
We'll both together lift our heads to heaven ;
And never more abase our fight so low,
As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground.

Glo. O Nell, sweet 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 laft 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 re-

quite 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 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 first 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 stick of Glo'fter's grove,
Shall lose his head for his Presumption.
But list to me, my Humphry, my sweet Duke:
Methought, I sat in feat of Majesty,
In the Cathedral church of Weftminster,
And in that Chair where Kings and Queens were

Where Henry and Marg'ret kneel'd to me,
And on my head did fet the Diadem.

Glo. Nay, Eleanor, then muft I chide outright:
Presumptuous Dame, ill-nurtur'd Eleanor,
Art thou not second woman in the Realm,
And the Protector's wife, belov'd of him?
Haft thou not worldly pleasure at command,
Above the reach or compass of thy thought?


And wilt thou still be hammering treachery,
To tumble down thy Husband, and thyfelf,
From top of honour to disgrace's feet?
Away from me, and let me bear no more.

Elean. What, what, my lord ! are you fo cholerick
With Eleanor, for telling but her dream?
Next time, I'll keep my dreams unto myself,
And not be check'd.
Glo. Nay, be not angry, I am pleas'd again:

Enter Mefenger. 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. Glo. I go: come, Nell, thou wilt ride with us ?

[Exit Gloucester, Elean. Yes, my good lord, I'll follow presently. Follow I must, I cannot go before, While Glofter bears this base and humble mind. Were I a man, a Duke, and next of blood, I would remove these tedious stumbling-blocks ; And smooth my way upon their headless necks. And being a woman, I will not be flack 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'st 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! hast thou as yet con

ferr'd With Margery Fordan, the cunning witch; And Roger Bolingbropk the conjurer, And will they undertake to do me good ? snefs

Hume. This they have promised, to thew your High. A Spirit rais'd from depth of underground, That shall make answer to such questions, As by your Grace shall be propounded him.



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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 filent fecrecy. Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch: Gold cannot come amiss, were the 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 so: for to be plain, They (knowing Dame 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 Suffolk's, and the Cardinal's, broker. Hume, if you take not heed, you fall 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 changes to an Apartment in the Palace. Enter three or four Petitioners, Peter the Armourer's man

being one. Y masters, let's stand close; my lord Pro.

tector will come this way by and by, and then we may deliver our supplications in the quill.

2 Pet. Marry, the Lord protect him, for he's a good man, Jefu bless him!

1 Pet.

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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 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 some wrong, indeed, What's yours? what's here! [Reads.] Again the Duke of Suffolk, for inclosing 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 Jaying, that the Duke of York was rightful heir to the Crown.

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

Peter. That my mistress was ? no, forsooth ; my master said, that he was ; and that the King was an usurper.

Saf. 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 Peter guarded. 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 fupplications, Away base cullions : Suffolk, let them go.

All. Come, let's be gone. [Exeunt Petitioners,

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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 ifle ?
And this the royalty of Albion's King?
What! shall King Henry be a Pupil still,
Under the surly Gloʻster'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'st a-tilt in honour of my love,
And ftol'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 chule him Pope, and carry him to Rome,
And set the triple Crown upon his head ;
That were a itate 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.

Q. Mar. Beside the proud Protector, have we Beauford
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 ;
Salisb’ry and Warwick are no fimple Peers.

Q. 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.


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