Duch. 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 multiplied. Duch. What say'st thou, man? Hast thou as yet conferred With Margery Jourdain, the cunning witch; And Roger Bolingbroke, the conjuror? Hume. This they have promised,-to show your highness Duch. It is enough; I'll think upon the questions. When from Saint Albans we do make return, We'll see these things effected to the full. Here, Hume, take this reward; make merry, man, With thy confederates in this weighty use. [Exit Duchess. Dame Eleanor gives gold, to bring the witch, And from the great and new-made duke of Suffolk; They, knowing dame Eleanor's aspiring humor, [Exit. SCENE III. The same. A Room in the Palace. Enter PETER, and others, with petitions. 1 Pet. My masters, let's stand close; my lord protector 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! Jesu bless him! Enter SUFFOLK and QUEEN MARGARET. 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. Suff. How now, fellow? wouldst any thing with me? 1 Pet. I pray, my lord, pardon me! I took ye for my lord protector. Q. Mar. [Reading the superscription.] To my lord protector! Are your supplications 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. Suff. Thy wife too? That is some wrong indeed.-What's yours?-What's here? [Reads.] Against the duke of Suffolk, for inclosing the commons of Melford.- How now, sir knave? 2 Pet. Alas, sir, I am but a poor petitioner of our whole township. Peter. [Presenting his petition.] Against my master, Thomas Horner, for saying, that the duke of York was rightful heir to the crown. Q. Mar. What say'st thou? Did the duke of York say, he was rightful heir to the crown? Peter. That my master was? No, forsooth: my master said, that he was; and that the king was an usurper. Suff. Who is there? [Enter Servants.]-Take this fellow in, and send for his master with a pursuivant presently.— We'll hear more of your matter before the king. [Exeunt Servants, with PETER. 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 petition. 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? And must be made a subject to a duke? His champions are the prophets and apostles, His study is his tilt-yard, and his loves I would the college of cardinals Would choose him pope, and carry him to Rome, Suff. Madam, be patient; as I was cause In England work your grace's full content. Q. Mar. Beside the haught protector, have we Beaufort, The imperious churchman; Somerset, Buckingham, And grumbling York; and not the least of these, But can do more in England than the king. Suff. And he of these, that can do most of all, Cannot do more in England than the Nevils. Salisbury and Warwick are no simple peers. Q. Mar. Not all these lords do vex me half so much, And placed a quire of such enticing birds, B* Yet must we join with him, and with the lords, Will make but little for his benefit. So, one by one, we'll weed them all at last, Enter KING HENRY, YORK, and SOMERSET, conversing with him; DUKE and DUCHESS of GLOSTER, CARDINAL BEAUFORT, BUCKINGHAM, SALISBURY, and WARWICK. K. Hen. For my part, noble lords, I care not which; Or Somerset, or York, all's one to me. York. If York have ill demeaned himself in France, Then let him be denayed the regentship. Som. If Somerset be unworthy of the place, 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. War. Warwick may live to be the best of all. Sal. Peace, son;-and show some reason, Buckingham, Why Somerset should be preferred in this. Q. Mar. Because the king, forsooth, will have it so. 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; Suff. Resign it then, and leave thine insolence. Car. The commons hast thou racked; the clergy's bags Are lank and lean with thy extortions. Som. Thy sumptuous buildings, and thy wife's attire, Have cost a mass of public 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 GLOSTER. The Queen drops her fan. What, minion! can you not? Give me my fan. [Gives the Duchess a box on the ear. I cry you mercy, madam; was it you? Duch. Was't I? Yea, I it was, proud Frenchwoman. Could I come near your beauty with my nails, I'd set my ten commandments in your face. K. Hen. Sweet aunt, be quiet; 'twas against her will. Duch. Against her will! Good king, look to't in time; She'll kamper thee, and dandle thee like a baby. Though in this place most master wear no breeches, She shall not strike dame Eleanor unrevenged. [Exit Duchess. Buck. Lord cardinal, I will follow Eleanor, And listen after Humphrey, how he proceeds. She's tickled now; her fume needs no spurs; She'll gallop fast enough to her destruction. Re-enter GLOSTER. [Exit BUCKINGHAM. Glo. Now, lords, my choler being overblown, York. I'll tell thee, Suffolk, why I am unmeet. Did never traitor in the land commit. Suff. Peace, headstrong Warwick! War. Image of pride, why should I hold my peace? |