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Elean. What fay'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’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 thew 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 filent fecrecy. Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch : Gold cannot come amiss, were she a devil. Yet have I gold, Aies 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 fo: 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 í Suffolk's, and the Cardinalis, broker. Hume if you take not heed, you shall 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' wrack, And her attainture will be Hutu hry's fail: Sort how it will, I Mall have gold for all. [Exit.

SCENE

SCENE changes to an Apartment in the Palace.

1 Pet.M

Enter three or four Petitioners, Peter the armourer's man

being one. 1 Pet. Y

tector 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, Jesu bless 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'st any thing with me?

1 Pet. I pray, my Lord, pardon me; I took ye for my Lord Piotector.

Q. Mar. To my Lord Protector? [reading] Are your fupplications to his Lordship ? let me see them'; what is thine ?

1 Pet. Mine is, and't please your Grace, againft 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 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 saying, that the Duke of York was rightful heir to the

crown.

Q Mar. What! did the Duke of York fay, 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.

Suf.

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 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 supplications. Away, base cullions: Suffolk, let them go.

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

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 išle ?
And this the royalty of Albion's King?
What! shall King Henry be a pupil ftill,
Under the surly Glofter'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'ft a-tilt in honour of my love,
And stol'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 apoftles ;
His weapons holy faws of sacred writ;
His study is his tilt-yard ; and his loves
Are brazen images of canoniz'd faints.
I would, the college of the Cardinals
Would chuse him Pope, and carry him to Rome,
And set the triple crown upon his head';
That were a state 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 those

But

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 Nevils ; Salifo’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. Shall I not live to be aveng'd on her? Contemptuous, base-born, callot as she is, She vaunted ’mongst her minions t'other day, The very train of her worft wearing gown Was better worth than all my father's lands ; Till Suffolk gave two dukedoms for his daughter !

Suf. Madam, myself have lim'd a bush for her, And plac'd a quire of such enticing birds, That she will light to liften to their lays ; And never mount to trouble you again. So, let her rest; and, Madam, lift to me; For I am bold to counsel you in this ; Although we fancy not the Cardinal, Yet must we join with him and with the Lords, Till we have brought Duke Humpbry in disgrace. As for the Duke of York, this late complaint Will make but little for his benefit. So, one by one, we'll weed them all at last; And you yourself shall fteer the happy realm. To them enter King Henry, Duke Humphry, Cardinal,

Buckingham, York, Salisbury, Warwick, and the Dutchess of Gloucester.

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

Let York be regent, I will yield to him.

War. Whether your Grace be worthy, yea or no, Dispute not that; York is the worthier.

Car. Ambitious Warwick, let thy betters speak. War. The Cardinal's not my better in the field. Buck. All in this presence are thy betters, Warwick. Wur. Warwick may live to be the best of all.

Sal. Peace, Son; and thew some reason, Buckingham, Why Somerset should be preferr'd in this.

Q. Mar. Because the King, forsooth, will have it fo.

Glo. Madam, the King is old enough himself To give his censure: these are no woman's matters.

Q. Mar. If he be old enough, what needs your Grace To be Protector of his Excellence ?

Glo. Madam, I am Protector of the realm ; And, at his pleasure, will resign my place.

Suf. Resign it then, and leave thine insolence. Since thou wert King, (as who is King, but thou?) The commonwealth hath daily run to wrack. The Dauphin hath prevaild beyond the seas, And all the Peers, and nobles of the realm, Have been as bond-men to thy sov'reignty.

Car. The commons haft thou rack'd; the clergy's bags Are lank and lean with thy extortions.

Som. Thy sumptuous buildings, and thy wife's attire, Have coft a mass of publick treasury.

Buck. Thy cruelty in execution
Upon offenders hath exceeded law;
And left thee to the mercy of the law.

Q. Mar. Thy sale of offices and towns in France,
If they were known, as the suspect is great,
Would make thee quickly hop without thy head.

[Exit Glo. Give me my fan ; what, minion can ye not?

[She gives the Dutchess a box on the ear. I cry you mercy, Madam ; was it you?

Elean. Was’t I? yea, I it was, proud French-woman: Could I come near your beauty with my nails, I'd set my ten commandments in your

face. K. Henry. Sweet aunt, be quiet; 'twas against her will.

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