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As did the fatal brand Althea burnt,
Anjou and Maine, both giv'n unto the French!
A day will come, when York fhall claim his own;
Then, York, be
Whofe church-like humour fits not for a Crown,
Till Henry, furfeiting in joys of love,
With his new bride, and England's dear-bought Queen,
And Humphry with the Peers be fall'n at jars."
Then will I raife aloft the milk-white rofe,
With whose sweet smell the air fhall be perfum'd;
And, force perforce, I'll make him yield the crown,
Enter Duke Humphry, and bis Wife Eleanor.
Elean. W Hanging the head with Ceres plenteous load
HY droops my Lord, like over-ripen'd corn,
Why doth the great Duke Humphry knit his brows,
If fo, gaze on, and grovel on thy face,
Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious Gold:
Glo. O Nell, fweet Nell, if thou doft 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 lafl breathing in this mortal world! My troublous dreams this night do make me fad. Ele. What dream'd my Lord? tell me, and I'll requite it With fweet rehearfal of my morning's dream.
Glo. Methought, this ftaff, mine office-badge in Court,
This was the dream; what it doth bode, God knows.
But lift to me, my Humphry, my fweet Duke;
In the cathedral church of Westminster,
And in that chair whereKings and Queens were crown'd; Where Henry and Margret kneel'd to me,
And on my head did fet the diadem.
Glo. Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright;
From top of honour to difgrace's feet?
Away from me, and let me hear no more.
Elean. What, what, my Lord! are you fo cholerick With Eleanor, for telling but her dream?
Next time, I'll keep my dreams unto myself,
Glo. Nay, be not angry, I am pleas'd again.
Meff. My Lord Protector, 'tis his Highnefs' pleasure,
While Glo'fter bears this bafe and humble mind.
Where are you there? Sir John; nay, fear not, man,
Hume. Jefus preferve your Royal Majefty! Elean. What fay'ft thou? Majefty? I am but Grace. Hume. But by the grace of God, and Hume's advice, Your Grace's title fhall be multiply'd."
Ele. What fay'ft thou, man? haft thou as yet conferr'd With Marjory Jordan, the cunning witch;
And Roger Bolingbrook the conjurer,.
And will they undertake to do me good?
Hume. This they have promised, to fhew your Highness 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 queftions: 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 caufe.
Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch:
And from the great and new-made Duke of Suffolk;
They (knowing Dame Eleanor's afpiring humour)
[Exit. SCENE changes to an Apartment in the Palace.
Enter three or four Petitioners, Peter the Armourer's man
Y mafters, let's ftand clofe; my Lord Protector will come this way by and by, and then we may deliver our fupplications in the 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 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 my Lord Protector.
Q. Mar. To my Lord Protector. [reading.] Are your fupplications to his lordship? let me fee them; what
1 Pet. Mine is, an't pleafe 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 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?
2 Pet. Alas, Sir, I am but a poor petitioner of our whole Township.
Suf. reads.] Against my Mafter, Thomas Horner, for faying that the Duke of York was rightful heir to the
Q. Mar. What did the Duke of York fay, he rightful heir to the Crown ?
Peter. That my miftrefs was? no, 2 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 mafter with a purfuivant, prefently; 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.