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“Glo. O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost 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 last breathing in this mortal world! “My troublous dream this night dothmakeme sad. “IDuch. What dream, my lord? tell me, and I'll requite 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 the cardinal; “And on the pieces of the broken wand • Were o the heads of Edmond duke of Somerset, “And William de la Poole first duke of Suffolk. “This wasmydream; what itdothbode, God knows. * Duch. Tut, this was nothing but an argument, That he that breaks a stick of Gloster's grove, “Shall lose his head for his presumption. “But list to me, my Humphrey, my sweet duke: Methought, I sat in seat of majesty, In the cathedral church of Westminster, And in that chair where kings and queens are crown'd; Where Henry, and dame Margaret, kneel'd to me, “And on my head did set the diadem. “Glo. Nay, Eleanor, then must Ichide outright: * Presumptuous dame, ill-nurtur'd Eleanor! Art thou not second woman in the realm; And the protector's wife, belov'd of him? * Hast 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 thyself, * From top of honour to disgrace's feet? Away from me, and let me hear no more. “Duch. What, what, my lord! are you so choleric “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 a Messenger.
‘..Mess. My lord protector, 'tis his highness' pleasure, ‘You do prepare to ride unto Saint Albans, “Whereas, the king and queen do mean to hawk. Glo. I go.—Come, Nell, thou wilt ride with us? • Duch. Yes, my lord, I'll follow presently. Ereunt Gloster and Messenger. “Follow I must, I cannot go before, * While Gloster bears this base and humble mind. * Were I a man, uke, 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 slack *To play my part in fortune's pageant. “Where are you there? Sir John's nay, fear not, man, “We are alone; here's none but thee, and I.
Enter Hume. Hume, Jesu preserve your royal majesty! “Duch. What say'st thou, majesty! I am but
grace. Hume. But, by the grace of God, and Hume's advice,
(1) Ill-educated. (2) For where. (3) A title frequently bestowed on the clergy.
* Your grace's title shall be oligod. Duch. What say'st thou, man? hast thou as yet conferr'd With Margery Jourdain, the cunning witch; And Roger o: the conjurer? And will they undertake to dome good? “Hume. This they have promised, to show your highness A spirit rais'd from depth of underground, ‘That shall make answer to such questions, a “As by your grace shall be propounded him. “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 cause. Erit Duchess. * Hume. Hume must make merry with the duchess' gold; “Marry, and shall. But how now, sir John Hume? ‘Seal up your lips, and give no words but—mum! “The business asketh silent secrecy. * Dame Eleanor gives gold, to bring the witch: * Gold cannot come amiss, were she 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 duchess, ‘And buzz these conjurations in her brain. * They say, A crafty knave does need no broker; * Yet am I Suffolk and the cardinal's 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 duchess' wreck; *And her attainture will be Humphrey's fall: * Sort how it will," I shall have .. for all. [Erit.
SCENTE 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? would'st any thing “with me? ‘1 Pet. I pray, my lord, pardon me! I took ye “for my lord protector. ‘Q, JMar. [Reading the superscription.] To m ‘lord protector' are your supplications to his lord. ‘ship: 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 keep‘ing my house, andlands, and wifeandall, from me. Suff: Thywise too? that is some wrongindeedWhat's yours?—What's here! [Reads.) Against the duke of Suffolk, for enclosing the commons of JMelford—How now, sir knave? 2 Pet. Alas, sir, I am but a poor petitioner of our whole township. Peter. [Presenting his petition) Against my
(4) Let the issue be what it will. (5) With greatexactness and observance of form.
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. W. isthere?[EnterServants.]—Take this fellow in, and send for his master with a pursuivant presently:-we'll hear more of your matter before the king. [Ereunt Servants, with Peter.
“Q. Mar. And as for you, that love to be pro
tected “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.
* o Come, let's be gone. [Ereunt Petitioners.
* Q. Mar. My lord of Suffolk, say, is this the
*Is this the fashion in the court of England?
“Suff. Madam, be patient; as I was cause
* Q. Mar. Beside the haught protector, have we
* The *..." churchman; Somerset, Bucking
am, *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, JMar. 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 Humphrey's wife; Strangers in court do take her for the queen: * She bears a duke's revenues on her back, *And in her heart she scorns her o * Shall I not live to be aveng'd on her? *Contemptuous base-born callato as she is, * She vaunted 'mongst her minions t'other day, The very train of her worst wearing-gown
*And plac'd a quire of such enticing birds, * That she will light to listen to the lays, *And never mount to trouble you again. * So, let her rest: And, madam, list 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, * Tillwehave brought duke Humphrey in disgrace. *As for the duke of York, this F. complaint' * Will make but little for his benefit: * So, one by one, we'll weed them all at last, *And you yourself shall steer the happy helm. 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
Or Somerset, or York, all's one to me.
Was better worth than all my father's lands,
(1) Scoundrels. (2) Sayings.
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. r. Ambitious Warwick, let thy betters speak. War The cardinal's not my better in the field. Buck. All o this presence are thy betters, War. wick. War. Warwick may live to be the best of all. *Sal. Peace, son;–and show some reason, Buckingham, *Why Somerset should be preferr'd in this. * Q. JMar. Because the king, forsooth, will have
it so. “Glo. Madam, the king is old enough himself “To give his censure :6 these are no women's mat
ters. Q. Mar. If he be old enough, what need your
grace “To be protector of his excellence? “Glo. Madam, I am protector of the realm; “And, at his pleasure, will resign my place. Suff. Resign it then, and leave thine insolence. * Since ". wer king, (as who is king, but ou
“The commonwealth hath daily run to wreck: * The dauphin hath prevail'd beyond the seas; *And all the peers and nobles of the realm * Have been as bondmen to thy sovereignty. * Car. The commons hast thou rack'd; the clergy's bags * Are lank . 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, JMar. 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. [Erit Gloster. The Queen drops her fan. “Give me my fan: What, minion' can you not? [Gives the Duchess a bor on the ear. ‘I cry you mercy, madam; Was it you?
(5) Denay is frequently used instead of deny
(3) Drab, trull. among the old writers.
(4) i. e. The complaint of Peter the armourer's (6) Censure here means simply judgment or
man against his master
* Glo. Now, lords, my choler being over-blown, * With walking once about the quadrangle, * I come to talk of commonwealth affairs. *As for your spiteful false objections, *Prove them, and I lie open to the law: *But God in mercy so deal with my soul, *As I in duty love my king and country! * But, to the matter that we have in hand:— * I say, my sovereign, York is meetest man * To tour regent in the realm of France. * Suff. Before we make election, give me leave “To show some reason, of no little force, “That York is most unmeet of any man. ‘York. I'll tell thee, Suffolk, why I am unmeet. * First, for I cannot flatter thee in pride; * Next, if I be appointed for the place, *My lord of Somerset will keep me here, * Without discharge, money, or furniture, *Till France be won into the dauphin's hands. *Last time, I danc'd attendance on his will, * Till Paris was besieg'd, famish'd, and lost. * War. That I can witness; and a fouler fact *Did never traitor in the land commit. Suff. Peace, headstrong Warwick! War. Image of pride, why should I hold my peace?
‘I do beseech your royal majesty, “Let him have all the rigour of the law. Hor. Alas, my lord, hang me, if ever I spake the words. My accuser is my prentice; and when I did correct him for his fault the other day, he did vow upon his knees he would be even with me: I have good witness of this: therefore, I beseech your majesty, do not cast away an honest man for a villain's accusation. K. Hen. Uncle, what shall we say to this in law? “Glo. This doom, my lord, if I may * “Let Somerset be regent o'er the French, “Because in York this breeds suspicion: “And let these have a day appointed them ‘For single combat in convenient place; ‘For he hath witness of his servant's malice: ‘This is the law, and this duke Humphrey's doom. K. Hen. Then be it so. My lord of Somerset, We make your grace lord regent o'er the French. Som. I humbly thank your royal majesty. Hor. And I accept the combat willingly. Pet. Alas, my . I cannot fight; * for God's * sake, pity my case! the spite of man prevaileth * against me. O, Lord have mercy u me! I * shall never be able to fight a blow: O Lord, my * heart! Glo. Sirrah, or you must fight, or else be hang'd. * K. Hen. Away with them to prison; and the day “Of combat shall be the last of the next month. *Come, Somerset, we'll see thee sent away. [Exe.
SCENE Iro-The same. The duke of Gloster's Garden. Enter Margery Jourdain, Hume, Southwell, and Bolingbroke.
* Hume. Come, my masters; the duchess, I tell * you, expects performance of your promises.
* Boling. Master Hume, we are therefore pro* vided: Will her ladyship behold and hear our * exorcisms :2
* Hume. Ay; What else? fear you not her * courage.
or. I have heard her reported to be a *woman of an invincible spirit: But it shall be * convenient, master Hume, that you be by her aloft, * while we be busy below; and so, I}.} ou, go * in God's name, and leave us. [Exit Hume.] ‘Mother Jourdain, be you prostrate, and grovel on ‘the earth:—* John Southwell, read you; and let * us to our work.
Enter Duchess, above.
* Duch. Well said, my masters; and welcome * all. To this geer; the sooner the better. * Boling. Patience, good lady; wizards know their times: Deep night, dark night, the silent of the night, “The time of night when Troy was set on fire; “The im, * screech-owls cry, and ban-dogs' nowl, ‘And spirits walk, and ghosts break up their graves, “That time best fits the work we have in hand. ‘Madam, sit you, and fear not; whom we raise, ‘We will make fast within a hallow'd verge.
[Here they perform the ceremonies appertaining, and make the circle; Bolingbroke, or Southwesi, reads, Conjuro te, &c. It thunders and lightens terribly; then the Spirit riseth. *Spir. Adsum. *.M. Jourd. Asmath, * By the eternal God, whose name and power * Thou tremblestat, answer that I shall ask;
(3) Matter or business. (4) Willage-dogs.
“All—Away! [Ereunt rds, with South. Boling. &c. * York. Lord Buckingham, methinks, you watch'd her well: * A pretty plot, well chosen to build upon: Now, i. my lord, let's see the devil's writ. What have we here? [Reads. The duke yet lives, that Henry shall depose; But him outlive, and die a violent death. * Why, this is just * Aio te, JEacida, Romanos vincere posse. Well, to the rest: Tell me, what fate awaits the duke of Suffolk? By water shall he die, and take his end— What shall betide the duke of Somerset? Let him shun castles; Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains, Than where castles mounted stand. * Come, come, my lords; *These oracles are hardily attain'd, *And hardly understood. “The king is now in p ss toward Saint Albans, “With him, the husband of this lovely lady; * Thither go these news, as fast as horse can carry them; “A sorry breakfast formy lord protector. “Buck. Your grace shall give me leave, mylord of York, “To be the post, in hope of his reward. • York. At your pleasure, my good lord—Who's “within there, ho!
(1) Rewarded. (2) The falconer's term for hawking at water-fowl.
Enter a Servant. “Invite my lords of Salisbury, and Warwick, “To sup with me to-morrow night.—Away! [Ere.
SCENE 1–Saint Albans. Enter King Henry, Queen Margaret, Gloster, Cardinal, and Suf. folk, with Falconers hollaing.
“Q, JMar. Believe me, lords, for flying at the brook,”
“I saw not bettersport these seven years' day: ‘Yet, by your leave, the wind was very high; And, ten to one, old Joan had not gone out. “K. Hen. But what a point, my lord, your falcon made, “And what a pitch she flew above the rest!– “To see how God in all his creatures works! * Yea, man and birds, are fain” of climbing high. Suff. No marvel, an it like your majesty, My lord protector's hawks do tower so well; ey know their master loves to be aloft, *And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch. “Glo. My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind “That mounts no higher than a bird can soar. “Car. I thought as much; he'd be above the clouds. * Glo. o: y lord cardinal; How think you bo at
- I pr’ythee, peace, Good queen; and whet not on o: furious peers, For blessed are the peace-makers on earth. Car. Let me be blessed for the peace I make, Against this proud protector, with my sword! Glo. 'Faith, holy uncle, 'would 'twere come to that! [Aside to the Cardinal. “Car. Marry, when thou dar'st. ..". “Glo. Make up no factious numbers for the matter, “In thine own person answer thy abuse. [.4side. “Car. Ay, where thou dar'stnot peep: an if thou dar'st, “This evening, on the east side of the grove. oil. “K. Hen. How now, my lords? * Chr. Believe me, cousin Gloster, “Had not }.' man put up the fowl so suddenly, “We had had more sport—Come with thy twohand sword. [Aside to Gloster (3) Fond. (4) i. e. Thy mind is working on a crowa.
Enter the Mayor of Saint Albans, and his brethren; and §. borne between two persons in a chair; his Wife, and a great multitude, Jollowing. * Car. Here come the townsmen on procession, *To present your highness with the man. :* o Great is his comfort in this earthly vale, * Although by his sight his sin be multiplied. * Glo. .." by, my masters, bring him near the ing, * His hi i. pleasure is to talk with him. * K. #. Good fellow, tell us here the circumstance, *That we for thee may glorify the Lord. What, hast thou been born blind, and now restor'd? Simp. Born blind, an’t please your grace. Wife. Ay, indeed, was he. % What woman is this? ise. His wife, an’t like your worship. Glo. Had'st thou been his mother, thou could'st have better told. K. Hen. Where wert thou born? , Simp. At Berwick in the north, an’t like your
grace. “K. Hen. Poor soul! God's goodness hath been great to thee: “Let never day nor night unhallow'd pass, *But still remember ". the Lord hath done. * Q. Mar. Tell me, good fellow, cam'st thou here by chance, *Or of devotion, to this holy shrine? Simp. God knows, of pure devotion; being call’d “A hundred times, and oftener, in my sleep “By good Saint Alban; who said, Simpcor, come; “Come, offer at my shrine, and I will help thee. * Wife. Most true, forsooth; and many time and oft
(1) Fence is the art of defence.
master. Glo. To Saunder, sit thou there, the lyingest nave In Christendom. If thou hadst been born blind, Thou might'st as well have known our names, as thus To name the several colours we do wear. Sight may distinguish of colours; but suddenly To nominate them all, 's impossible.— My lords, Saint Alban here hath done a miracle; And would ye not think that cunning to be great, That could restore this cripple to his legs? Simp, 0, master, that you could! Glo. My masters of Saint Albans have you not beadles in your town, and things called whips? JMay. Yes, my lord, if it please your grace. Glo. Then send for one presently. JMay. Sirrah, go fetch the beadle hither straight. Erit an attendant. Glo. Now fetch me a stool hither by and by. [...A stool brought out..] Now, sirrah, if you mean to save yourself from whipping, leap me over this stool, and run away. Simp. Alas, master, I am not able to stand alone. You go about to tortureme in vain.
Re-enter Attendant, with the Beadle.
Glo. Well, sir, we must have you find your legs. Sirrah beadle, whip him till he leap over that same