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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,

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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

NOR.
Duch. Why droops my lord, like over-ripen'd

corn,
Hanging the head at Ceres' plenteous load ?
Why

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

right.

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, 45
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.
Glou. Nay, be not angry; I am pleas'd again.

Enter a MESSENGER.
Mess. My Lord Protector, 't is his Highness'

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,

man,
We are alone ; here's none but thee and I.

Enter HUME.
Hume. Jesus 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, 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

Hume !

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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 hu-

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.

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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

guise,
Is this the fashion in the court of England ?
Is this the government of Britain's isle,
And this the royalty of Albion's king?
What, shall King Henry be a pupil still
Under the surly Gloucester'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'st a tilt in honour of my love
And stol'st away the ladies' hearts of France, o
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 apostles, **
His weapons holy saws of sacred writ,
His study is his tilt-yard, and his loves
Are brazen images of canonized saints.
I would the college of the cardinals
Would choose 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 cause
Your Highness came to England, so will I
In England work your Grace's full content.
Queen. Beside the haughty Protector, have

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

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(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.

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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

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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.
Sound a sennet. Enter the King, DUKE Hur-

PHREY, CARDINAL BEAUFORT, BUCKING-
HAM, YORK, (SOMERSET,] SALISBURY, WAR-
WICK, and the DUCHESS OF GLOUCESTER.
King. 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 denay'd 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 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

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 un-

meet.
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 can I witness; and a fouler

fact Did never traitor in the land commit. Suf. Peace, headstrong Warwick ! War. Image of pride, why should I hold my

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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 ?
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His words were these: that Richard Duke of

York
Was rightful heir unto the English crown
And that your Majesty was an usurper.

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

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