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 Rager Bolingbrook the conjurer,
And will they undertake to do me good?
Hume. This they have promifed, to fhew your
Highnefs

A Spirit rais'd from depth of under-ground,
That fhall make anfwer to fuch questions,
As by your Grace fhall be propounded him.
Elean. It is enough, I'll think upon the questions.
When from St. Albans we do make return,
We'll fee thofe things effected to the full.
Here, Hume, take this reward. Make merry, man,,
With thy confederates in this weighty cause."

[Exit Eleanor. Hum. Hume muft make merry with the Dutchefs gold;

Marry, and hall. But how now, Sir John Hume ? Seal up your lips, and give no words, but mum ! The bufinefs afketh filent fecrecy.

Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch,
Gold cannot come amifs, were she a devil.
Yet have I gold, flies from another coast,
I dare not fay 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 afpiring humour,
Have hired me to undermine the Dutchefs 3
And buz thefe conjurations in her brain.
They fay, a crafty knave does need no broker;
Yet am I Suffolk's, and the Cardinal's, broker.
-Hume, If you take not heed, you shall
go
To call them both a pair of crafty knaves.
-Well, fo it ftands; and thus I fear at laft,
Hume's knavery will be the dutchefs' wreck,

near

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 being one.

1 Pet.

[Exit.

M

Y mafters, 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?

7 Sort bow it will.] Let the iffue be what it will.

In quill.] This is Sir T

my

1 Pet. Mine is, an't please your Grace, against John Goedman, my Lord Cardinal's man, for keeping 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?

Hanmer's reading, the reft have in the quill.

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.

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

Peter. That my mafter was? no, forfooth; my mafter faid, that he was; and that the King was an ufurper.

Suf. Who is there?-Take this fellow in, and fend for his master with a purfuivant, 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 fuits anew, and fue to him.

[Tears the fupplications. Away, bafe cullions.-Suffolk, let them go.

All. Come, let's be gone. [Exeunt Petitioners. Q. Mar. My lord of Suffolk, fay, is this the guife? Is this the fashion in the Court of England? Is this the government of Britain's ille? And this the royalty of Albion's King! What! fhall King Henry be a Pupil ftill, Under the furly Glo'fter's governance? Am I a Queen in title and in ftyle, 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 refembled 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 höly Saws of facred Writ;
His ftudy is his tilt-yard; and his loves

Are

Are brazen images of canoniz'd faints.
I would, the College of the Cardinals
Would chufe him Pope, and carry him to Rome,
And fet the triple Crown upon his head
That were a ftate fit for his holiness!

;

Suf. Madam, be patient; as I was the caufe
Your Highness came to England, fo will I
In England work your Grace's full content.

Q. Mar. Befide 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; Salib'ry and Warwick are no fimple Peers.

Q. Mar. Not all thefe Lords do vex me half fo much,

As that proud Dame, the Lord Protector's wife;
She fweeps 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 fhe fcorns our poverty.
Shall I not live to be avèng'd on her?
Contemptuous, bafe born, Callat as fhe is,
She vaunted 'mongst her minions t'other day,
The very train of her worst wearing gown
Was better worth than all my father's lands;
ny
Till Suffolk gave two Dukedoms for his daughter!
Suf. Madam, myself have lim'd a bufh for her,
And plac'd a quire of fuch enticing birds,
That he will light to liften to their lays?
And never mount to trouble you again.
So, let her reft; and, Madam, lift to me;
For I am bold to counfel you in this;
Although we fancy not the Cardinal,
Yet mult we join with him and with the Lords,
VOL. V.
с

Till

Till we have brought Duke Humphry in difgrace.
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 laft,
And you yourself shall steer the happy Realm.

SCENE

VI.

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 Somerfet be unworthy of the place,
Let York be Regent, I will yield to him.

War. Whether your Grace be worthy, yea or no,
Difpute 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.
War. Warwick may live to be the best of all.
Sal. Peace, Son; and fhew some reason, Buckingham,
Why Somerset fhould be preferr'd in this.

Q. Mar. Because the King, forfooth, will have it fo.
Glo. Madam, the King is old enough himself
To give + his Cenfure. 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 refign my place..

* That is, the complaint of Peter the armourer's man against his mafter, for faying that Fork was the rightful king.

+ His cenfure.] Through all thefe plays cenfure is used in an indifferent fenfe, fimply for judg ment or opinion.

Suf