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Bewitch your hearts. Be wise and circum
spect. What though the common people favour him, Calling him Humphrey, the good Duke of
Gloucester," Clapping their hands, and crying with loud
voice, ‘Jesu maintain your royal Excellence !”. With
preserve the good Duke Humphrey! » I fear me, lords, for all this flattering gloss, He will be found a dangerous protector. Buck. Why should he, then, protect our
sovereign, de being of age to govern of himself ? Cousin of Somerset, join you with me, And all together, with the Duke of Suffolk, We'll quickly hoise Duke Humphrey from his
seat. Car. This weighty business will not brook
delay. I'll to the Duke of Suffolk presently. (Exit. Som. Cousin of Buckingham, though Hum
phrey's pride And greatness of his place be grief to us, Yet let us watch the haughty Cardinal. His insolence is more intolerable Than all the princes in the land beside. If Gloucester be displac'd, he 'll be Protector. Buck. Or thou or I, Somerset, will be Pro
tectors, Despite Duke Humphrey or the Cardinal.
[Exeunt Buckingham and Somerset. Sal. Pride went before, ambition follows
him. While these do labour for their own prefer
ment, Behoves it us to labour for the realm. I never saw but Humphrey Duke of Glouces
ter Did bear him like a noble gentleman, Oft have I seen the haughty Cardinal, More like a soldier than a man o' the church, As stout and proud as he were lord of all, Swear like a ruffian, and demean himself Unlike the ruler of a commonweal. Warwick, my son, the comfort of my age, Thy deeds, thy plainness, and thy housekeep
ing, Hath won the greatest favour of the commons, Excepting none but good Duke Humphrey ; And, brother York, thy acts in Ireland, In bringing them to civil discipline, Thy late exploits done in the heart of France, When thou wert regent for our sovereign, Have made thee fear'd and honour'd of the
people. Join we together, for the public good, In what we can, to bridle and suppress The pride of Suffolk and the Cardinal, With Somerset's and Buckingham's ambition; And, as we may, cherish Duke Humphrey's
deeds, While they do tend the profit of the land. War. So God help Warwick, as he loves the
land, And common profit of his country !
York. (Aside.] And so says York, for he
hath greatest cause. Sal. Then let's make haste away, and look
unto the main. War. Unto the main ! O father, Maine is
lost! That Maine which by main force Warwick did
win, And would have kept so long as breath did
last! Main chance, father, you meant; but I meant
Maine, Which I will win from France, or else be slain.
[Exeunt Warwick and Salisbury. York. Anjou and Maine are given to the
French ; Paris is lost; the state of Normandy Stands on a tickle point, now they are gone. Suffolk concluded on the articles, The peers agreed, and Henry was well pleas'd To change two dukedoms for a duke's fair
daughter. I cannot blame them all ; what is 't to them ? : 'Tis thine they give away, and not their own; Pirates may make cheap pennyworths of their
pillage And purchase friends and give to courtezans, Still revelling like lords till all be gone; While as the silly owner of the goods Weeps over them and wrings his hapless hands And shakes his head and trembling stands
aloof, While all is shar'd and all is borne away, Ready to starve and dare not touch his own; So York must sit and fret and bite his
tongue, While his own lands are bargain'd for and
sold. Methinks the realms of England, France, and
Ireland Bear that proportion to my flesh and blood As did the fatal brand Althæa burn'd Unto the Prince's heart of Calydon. Anjou and Maine both given unto the French ! Cold news for me, for I had hope of France, Even as I have of fertile England's soil. A day will come when York shall claim his
mi And therefore I will take the Nevils' parts 40 And make a show of love to proud Duke Hum
phrey; And, when I spy advantage, claim the crown, For that's the golden mark I seek to hit. Nor shall proud Lancaster usurp my right, Nor hold the sceptre in his childish fist, Nor wear the diadem upon his head, Whose church-like humours fits not for a Then, York, be still a while, till time do serre. Watch thou and wake when others be asleep, To pry into the secrets of the state ; Till Henry, surfeiting in joys of love With his new bride and England's dear-bought
queen, And Humphrey with the peers be fallen at
jars. Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose,
With whose sweet smell the air shall be per
fum'd, And in my standard bear the arms of York, To grapple with the house of Lancaster; And, force perforce, I'll make him yield the
crown, Whose bookish rule hath pull'd fair England down.
(Erit. (SCENE II. The Duke of Gloucester's house.] Enter DUKE HUMPHREY and his wife ELEA
doth the great Duke Humphrey knit his
brows, As frowning at the favours of the world ? Why are thine eyes fix'd to the sullen earth, 5 Gazing on that which seems to dim thy sight? What seest thou there? King Henry's diadem, Enchas'd with all the honours of the world ? 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 sigbt so low As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground. Glou. 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 dreams this night doth make me
sad. Duch. What dream'd my lord ? Tell me, and
I'll requite it With sweet rehearsal of my morning's dream. Glou. 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 plac'd the heads of Edmund Duke of
Somerset, And William de la Pole, first Duke of Suffolk. This was my dream; what it doth bode, God
knows. Duch. Tut, this was nothing but an argument That he that breaks a stick of Gloucester'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 And on my head did set the diadem. Glou. Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide out
Presumptuous dame, ill-nurtur'd Eleanor,
Enter a MESSENGER.
pleasure You do prepare to ride unto Saint Alban's, Where as the King and Queen do mean to hawk.
Glou. I go. Come, Nell, thou wilt ride with Duch. Yes, my good lord, I'll follow presently.
(Exeunt Gloucester (and Messenger). Follow I must; I cannot go before, While Gloucester 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 slack To play my part in Fortune's pageant. Where are you there? Sir John! Nay, fear not,
advice, Your Grace's title shall be multiplied. Duch. What say'st thou, man? Hast thou
as yet conferr'd With Margery Jordan, the cunning witch, With Roger Boling broke, the conjurer? And will they undertake to do me good ? Hume. This they have promised, to show
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. Duch. It is enough; I'll think upon the
questions. When from Saint Alban's 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. Hume. Hume must make merry with the
Duchess' gold ; Marry, and shall. But, how now, Sir John
Seal up your lips, and give no words but mum;
mour, 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. 106 Sort how it will, I shall have gold for all.
this fellow in, and send for his master with a pursuivant presently. We'll hear more of your matter before the King.
(Éxit (Servant with Peter). Queen. 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 supplications. Away, base cullions ! Suffolk, let them go. All. Come, let 's be gone.
(Ereunt. Queen. My Lord of Suffolk, say, is this the
Suf. Madam, be patient. As I was cause
we Beaufort The imperious churchman, Somerset, Buck
ingham, 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 Nevils. Salisbury and Warwick are no simple peers. Queen. 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 our poverty. Shall I not live to be aveng'd on her ? Contemptuous base-born callet as she 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, Till Suffolk gave two dukedoms for his daugh
(SCENE III. The palace.] Enter three or four PETITIONERS, (PETER) the
Armourer's man being one. 1. Petit. 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. Petit. Marry, the Lord protect him, for he's a good man! Jesu bless him !
Enter SUFFOLK and QUEEN. . Peter. Here 'a comes, methinks, and the Queen with him. I'll be the first, sure.
2. Petit. Come back, fool. This is the Duke of Suffolk, and not my Lord Protector.
Suf. How now, fellow! wouldst anything with me?
1. Petit. I pray, my lord, pardon me. I took ye for my Lord Protector.
Queen. (Reading.] “To my Lord Protector!" Are your supplications to his lordship? Let me see them. What is thine ?
1. Petit. 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.]
Against the Duke of Suffolk, for enclosing the commons of Melford.” How now, sir knave!
2. Petit. Alas, sir, I am but a poor petitioner of our whole township.
Peter. [Giving his petition.] Against my master, Thomas Horner, for saying that the Duke of York was rightful heir to the crown. 30
Queen. 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.
Suf. Who is there? (Enter Servant.) Take
Suf. Madam, myself have lim’d a bush for
her, And placed 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, Till we have brought Duke Humphrey in dis
PHREY, CARDINAL BEAUFORT, BUCKING-
which; Or Somerset or York, all 's one to me. York. If York have ill demean'd himself in
Som. If Somerset be unworthy of the place,
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
Buckingham, Why Somerset should be preferr'd in this. Queen. Because the King, forsooth, will
have it so. Glou. Madam, the King is old enough him
self To give his censure. These are no women's
matters. Queen. If he be old enough, what needs To be protector of his Excellence ?
Glou. Madam, I am Protector of the realm ; And, at his pleasure, will resign my place. · Suf. Resign it then and leave thine inso
lence. Since thou wert king – as who is king but
thou ? 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 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. Queen. 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 Gloucester. (The Queen drops
her fan.) Give me my fan. What, minion! can ye not?
(She gives the Duchess a box on the
ear. I cry you mercy, madam; was it you ?
Duch. Was't'I! Yea, Í it was, proud FrenchCould I come near your beauty with my
nails, I'd set my ten commandments in your face. 145 King. Sweet aunt, be quiet; 't was against
will Duch. Against her will! Good king, look
to't in time; She 'll hamper thee, and dandle thee like a
baby. Though in this place most masters wear no
breeches, She shall not strike Dame Eleanor unreveng'd.
[Erit. Buck. Lord Cardinal, I will follow Eleanor, And listen after Humphrey, how he pro
ceeds. She's tickled now; her fume needs no spurs, She'll gallop far enough to her destruction.
[Erit. Re-enter GLOUCESTER. Glou. 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 be your regent in the realm of France. Suf. Before we make election, give me
be won into the Dauphin's hands.
fact Did never traitor in the land commit. Suf. Peace, headstrong Warwick ! War. Image of pride, why should I hold my
Enter (HORNER, the] Armourer, and his man
(PETER, guarded] Suf. Because here is a man accused of treaPray God the Duke of York excuse himself! York. Doth any one accuse York for a
traitor ? King. What mean'st thou, Suffolk ? Tell
me, what are these ?
King. Say, man, were these thy words?
Hor. An't shall please your Majesty, I never said nor thought any such matter. God is my witness, I am falsely accus'd by the villain.
Pet. By these ten bones, my lords (holding up his hands) he did speak them to me in the garret one night, as we were scouring my Lord of York's
armour. York. Base dunghill villain and mechanical, I'll have thy head for this thy traitor's speech. 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. 206 King. Uncle, what shall we say to this in
law ? Glou. This doom, my lord, if I may judge: 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. Som. I humbly thank your royal Majesty, 216 Hor. And I accept the combat willingly.
Pet. Alas, my lord, I cannot fight; for God's sake, pity my case. The spite of man prevaileth against me. O Lord, have mercy upon me! I shall never be able to fight a blow. O Lord, my heart! Glou. Sirrah, or you must fight, or else be
hang'a. King. 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.
(Flourish. Exeunt. 226 [SCENE IV. Gloucester's garden.) Enter the witch (MARGERY JORDAN), the two priests, HUME and SOUTHWELL, and BolingBROKE.
Hume. Come, my masters; the Duchess, I tell you, expects performance of your promises.
Boling. Master Hume, we are therefor pro
vided. Will her ladyship behold and hear our exorcisms?
Hume. Ay, what else ? Fear you not her courage.
Boling. I have heard her reported to be a wo man 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 pray you, go, in God's name, and leave us. [Erit Hume. Mother Jordan, be you prostrate and grove! on the earth ; John Southwell, read you; and let us to our work.
Enter DUCHESS aloft (HUME following). Duch. Well said, my masters, and welcome all. To this gear, 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, s The time when screech-owls cry and ban-dogs
howl 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 do the ceremonies belong
ing, and make the circle; Bolingbroke or Southwell reads,
Conjuro te," etc. It thunders and lightens terribly; then the
Spirit riseth, Spir. Adsum.
M. Jord. Asmath, By the eternal God, whose name and power Thou tremblest at, answer that I shall ask; For, till thou speak, thou shalt not pass from
hence. Spir. Ask what thou wilt. That I had said
and done! Boling. First of the King: what shall of
him become?” [Reading out of a paper, Spir. The duke yet lives that Henry shall
depose ; But him outlive, and die a violent death.
(As the Spirit speaks, Bolingbroke
writes the answer.] Boling. “What fates await the Duke of
Suffolk ?" Spir. By water shall he die, and take his
end. Boling. “What shall befall the Duke of
Somerset?” Spir. Let him shun castles. Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains Than where castles mounted stand. Have done, for more I hardly can endure. Boling. Descend to darkness and the burning
lake! False fiend, avoid !
(Thunder and lightning. Erit Spirit. Enter the DUKE OF YORK and the DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM with their Guard, and break in. York. Lay hands upon these traitors and