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Glo. Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost love Duch. What say'st thou, majesty! I am but thy lord,
grace. Banish the canker of ambitious thoughts : Hume. But, by the grace of God, and Hume's And may that thought, when I imagine ill
advice, Against my king and nephew, virtuous Henry, Your grace's title shall be multiplied. Be my last breathing in this mortal world! Duch. What say'st thou, man t hast thou as My troublous dream this night doth make me yet conferr'd sad.
With Margery Jourdain, the cunning witch;
And will they undertake to do me good?
your highness in court,
A spirit rais'd from depth of under ground, Was broke in twain, by whom, I have forgot, That shall make answer to such questions, But, as I think, it was by the cardinal; As by your grace shall be propounded him. And on the pieces of the broken wand
Duch. It is enough ; 111 think upon the quesWere plac'd the heads of Edmond duke of
When from Saint Albans we do make return, And William de la Poole first duke of Suffolk. We'll see these things effected to the full. This was my dream; what it doth bode, God Here, Hume, take this reward; make merry, knows.
man, Duch. Tut, this was nothing but an argu- With thy confederates in this weighty cause. ment,
[Erit Duchess. That he that breaks a stick of Gloster's grove, Hume. Hume must make merry with the duShall lose his head for his presumption.
[Hume ? But list to me, my Humphrey, my sweet duke: Marry, and shall.' But how now, Sir John Methought, I sat in seat of majesty,
Seal up your lips, and give no words butIn the cathedral church of Westminster, The business asketh silent secrecy. (mum! And in that chair where kings and queens are Dame Eleanor gives gold, to bring the witch: crown'd;
[me, Gold cannot come amiss, were she a devil. Where Henry, and dame Margaret, kneella to Yet have I gold, dies from another coast: And on my head did set the diadem.
I dare not say, from the rich cardinal, Glo. Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide out. And from the great and new-made duke of right:
Suffolk; Presumptuous dame, ill-nurtur'd' Eleanor ! Yet I do find it so: for, to be plain, (mour, Art thou not second 'woman in the realm; They, knowing dame Eleanor's aspiring hu. And the protector's wife, belov'd of him? Have hired me to undermine the duchess, Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command, And buz these conjurations in her brain. Above the reach or compass of thy thought? They say, A crafty knave does need no broker; And wilt thou still be hammering treachery,
Yet am I Suffolk and the cardinal's broker, To tumble down thy husband, and thyself, Hume, if you take not heed, you shall go near From top of honour to disgrace's
feet? To call them both-a pair of crafty knaves. Away from me, and let me hear no more. Well, so it stands: And thus, I fear, at last, Duch. What, what, my lord! are you so cho- Hume's knavery will be the duchess' wreck; leric
And her attainture will be Humphrey's fall: With Eleanor, for telling but her dream? Sort how it will,* I shall have gold for all. Next time, I'll keep my dreams unto myself,
[Exit. And not be check'd. Glo. Nay, be not angry, I am pleas'd again.
SCENE III.-The same.- A Room in the
Enter Peter, and others, with Petitions.
1 Pet. My masters, let's stand close; my lord pleasure, You do prepare to ride unto Saint Albans,
protector will come this way by and by, and Whereast the king and queen do mean to then we may deliver our supplications in the hawk.
quill. + Glo. I go.-Come, Nell, thou wilt ride with
2 Pet. Marry, the Lord protect bim, for he's
a good man! Jesu bless him! us? Duch. Yes, good my lord, I'll follow pre- Enter SUFFOLK, and Queen MARGARET.
[Exeunt GLOSTER and MESSENGER. 1 Pet. Here 'a comes, methinks, and the Follow I must, I cannot go before,
queen with him: I'll be the first, sure. While Gloster bears this base
and humble mind. 2 Pet. Come back, fool; this is the duke of Were I a man, a duke, and next of blood, Suffolk, and not my lord protector. I would remove these tedious stumbling- Suf: How now, fellow? would'st any thing blocks,
[necks: with me? And smooth my way upon their headless 1 Pet. I pray, my lord, pardon me! I took And, being a woman, I will not be slack ye for my lord protector. To play my part in fortune's pageant.
Q. Mar. (Reading the superscription.] To Where are you there? Sir John ! nay, fear my lord protector! are your supplications to not, man,
his lordship? Let me see them: What is thine! We are alone; here none but thee, and I. 1 Pet. Mine is, an't please your grace, against
John Goodman, my lord cardinal's man, for Enter Hume.
keeping my house, and lands, and wife, and all, Hume. Jesu preserve your royal majesty!
from me. M-educated.
+ For where
* Let the issue be what it will. * A title frequently bestowed on the clergy.
With great exactness and observance of furm.
Suf. Thy wife too? that is some wrong, in- She vaunted 'mongst her minions t'other day, deed.-What's yours?
What's here! [Reads.] The very train of her worst wearing gown, Against the duke of Suffolk, for enclosing the Was better worth than all my father's lands, commons of Melford.-How now, sir knave? Till Suffolk gave two dukedoms for his daughi2 Pet. Alas, Sir, I am but a poor petitioner
ter. of our whole township:
Suf. Madam, myself have lim'd a bush for Peter. (Presenting his petition.) Against my
her; master, Thomas Horner, for saying, that the And plac'd a quire of such enticing birds, duke of York was rightful heir to the crown. That she will light to listen to the lays,
Q. Mar. What say'st thou? Did the duke of And never mount to trouble you again. York say, he was rightful heir to the crown? So, let her rest: And, madam, list to me;
Peter. That my master was? No, forsooth: For I am bold to counsel you in this. my master said, 'That he was; and that the Although we fancy not the cardinal, king was an usurper.
Yet must we join with bim, and with the lords, Suf. Who is there? (Enter Serrants.)-Take Till we have brought duke Humphrey in disthis fellow in, and send for his master with a
grace. pursuivant presently:-we'll hear more of your As for the duke of York,--this late complaint matter before the king.
Will make but little for his benefit: [Exeunt Servants, with Peter. So, one by one, we'll weed them all at last, Q. Mar. And as for you, that love to be pro- And you yourself shall steer the happy helm.
tected Under the wings of our protector's grace, Enter King HENRY, YORK, and SOMERSET, Begin your suits anew, and sue to him. contersing with him; Duke and Duchess of
[Tears the Petition.
GLOSTER, Cardinal BEAUFORT, BUCKINGHAM, Away, base cullions!*_Suffolk, let them go. SALISBURY, and WARWICK. All. Come, let's be gone.
[E.xeunt PETITIONERS. K. Hen. For my part, noble lords, I care Q. Mar. My lord of Suffolk, say, is this the
not which; guise,
Or Somerset, or York, all's one to me. Is this the fashion in the court of England ?
York. If York have ill demean'd himself in Is this the government of Britain's isle,
France, And this the royalty of Albion's king?
Then let him be denay’dt the regentship. What, shall king Henry be a pupil still,
Som. If Somerset he unworthy of the place, Under the surly Gloster's governance?
Let York be regent, I will yield to him. Am I a queen in title and in style,
War. Whether your grace be worthy, yea, And must be made a subject to a duke? I tell thee, Poole, when in the city Tours
Dispute not that: York is the worthier. Thou ran'st a tilt'in honour of my love,
Car. Ambitious Warwick, let thy betters And stol'st away the ladies' hearts of France;
speak. I thought king Henry had resembled thee, War. The cardinal's not my better in the In courage, courtship, and proportion:
field. But all his mind is bent to holiness,
Buck. All in this presence are thy betters, To number Are-Maries on his beads:
Warwick. His champions are—the prophets and apostles; War. Warwick may live to be the best of His weapons, holy sawst of sacred writ;
all. His study is his tilt-yard, and his loves
Sal. Peace, son; and show some reason, Are brazen images of canoniz'd saints.
Buckingham, I would, the college of cardinals (Rome, Why Somerset should be preferr'd in this. Would choose him pope, and carry him to Q. Mar. Because the king, forsooth, will And set the triple crown upon his head;
have it so. That were a state fit for his holiness.
Glo. Madam, the king is old enough bimself Suf. Madam, be patient: as I was cause To give his censure:t these are no women's Your highness came to England, so will I
matters. In England work your grace's fúll content. Q. Mar. If he be old enough, what needs Q. Mar. Beside the haught protector, have
your grace we Beaufort,
To be protector of his excellence? The imperious churchman ; Somerset, Buck- Glo. Madam, I am protector of the realm; ingham,
[these, And, at his pleasure, will resign my place. And grunbling York: and not the least of Suf. Resign it then, and leave thine insoBut can do more in England than the king.
(thou?) Suf. And he of these, that can do most of Since thou wert king, (as who is king, but all,
The commonwealth hath daily run to wreck: Cannot do more in England than the Nevils : The Dauphin hath prevail'd beyond the seas; Salisbury, and Warwick, are no simple peers. And all the peers and nobles of the realm Q. Mar. Not all these lords do vex me hall Have been as bondmen to thy sovereignty. so much,
Car. The commons hast thou rack'd; the As that proud dame, the lord protector's wife. clergy's bags She sweeps it through the court with troops of Are lank and lean with thy extortions. ladies,
(wife; Som. Thy, sumptuous buildings, and thy More like an empress than duke Humphrey's
wife's attire, Strangers in court do take her for the queen:
Have cost a mass of public treasury.
* 1. e. The complaint of Peter the armourer's man
against his master, Contemptuous base-born callatt as she is, + Denay is frequently used instead of deny among
old writers Scoundrels. + Sayings Drab, trull. Censure here means simply judgement or opinion.
Upon offenders, hath exceeded law,
said nor thought any such matter: God is my And left thee to the mercy of the law.
witness, I am falsely accused by the villain. Q. Mar. Thy sale of offices, and towns in Pet. By these ten bones, my lords, (Holding France,
up his Hands.] he did speak them to me in the If they were known, as the suspect is great,- garret one night, as we were scouring my lord Would make thee quickly bop without thy head. of York's armour.
[Exit GLOSTER. The Queen drops her Fan. York. Base dunghill villain, and mechanical, Give me my fan: What, minion! can you not? I'll have thy head for this thy traitor's speech :
[Gives the DUCHESS a box on the Eur. I do,beseech your royal majesty, I cry you mercy, madam; Was it you? Let him have all the rigour of the law. Duch. Was't I? yea, I it was, proud French- Hor. Alas, my lord, hang me, if ever I spake
the words. 'My accuser is my prentice; and Could I come near your beauty with my nails, when I did correct him for his fault the other I'd set my ten commandments in your face. day, he did vow upon his knees he would be K. Hen. Sweet aunt, be quiet; 'twas against even with me: I have good witness of this; her will.
therefore, I beseech your majesty, do not cast Duch. Against her will! Good king, look away an honest man for a villain's accusation. to't in time;
K. Hen. Uncle, what shall we say to this in She'll hamper thee, and dandle thee like a baby:
law ? Though in this place most master wear no Glo. This doom, my lord, if I may judge. breeches,
Let Somerset be regent o'er the French, She shall not strike dame Eleanor unreveng'd. Because in York this breeds suspicion:
[Exit Duchess. And let these have a day appointed them Buck. Lord cardinal, I will follow Eleanor, For single combat in convenient place; And listen aster Humphrey, how he proceeds: For he hath witness of his servant's malice: She's tickled now; her fume can need no spurs, This is the law, and this duke Humphrey's She'll gallop fast enough to her destruction.
doom. [Exit BUCKINGHAM, K. Hen. Then be it so. My lord of Somerset, Re-enter GLOSTER.
We make your grace lord regent o'er the
French. Glo. Now, lords, my choler being over-blown, Som. I humbly thank your royal majesty. With walking once about the quadrangle, Hor. And I accept the combat willingly. I come to talk of commonwealth affairs.
Pet. Alas, my lord, I cannot fight; for God's As for your spiteful false objections,
sake, pity my case! the spite of man prevaileth Prove them, and I lie open to the law: against me. 0, Lord, have mercy npon me! I But God in mercy so deal with my soul, shall never be able to fight a blow: O Lord, my As I in duty love my king and country! heart! But, to the matter that we have in hand: Glo. Sirrah, or you must fight, or else be I say, my sovereign, York is meetest man
hang'd. To be your regent in the realm of France. K. Hen. Away with them to prison: and the Suf. Before we make election, give me leave
day To show some reason, of no little force, Of combat shall be the last of the next month. That York is most unmeet of any man. Come, Somerset, we'll see thee sent away. York. I'll tell thee, Suffolk, why I am un
[Exeunt. meet. First, for I cannot flatter thee in pride:
SCENE IV.-The sume.-The duke of GlosNext, if I be appointed for the place,
Ter's Garden. My lord of Somerset will keep me here,
Enter MARGERY JOURDAIN, HUME, SOUTHWithout discharge, money, or furniture, Til France be won into the Dauphin's hands.
WELL, and BOLINGBROKE. Last time, I danc'd attendance on his will, Hume. Come, my masters; the duchess, I Till Paris was besieg'd, famish'd, and lost. tell you, expects performance of your promises.
War. That I can witness; and a fouler fact Boling. Master Hume, we are therefore proDid never traitor in the land commit.
vided: Will her ladyship behold and hear our Suf. Peace, head-strong Warwick!
exorcisms ?* War. Image of pride, why should I hold my Hume. Ay; What else? fear you not her peace ?
Boling. I have heard her reported to be a Enter Servants of SUFFOLK, bringing in HORNER woman of an invincible spirit: But it shall be and PETER.
convenient, master Hume, that you be by her Suf. Because here is a man accus'd of trea- aloft, while we be busy below; and so, I pray
you, go in God's name, and leave us. (Exit Pray God, the duke of York excuse himself! Hume.] Mother Jourdain, be you prostrate, York. Doth any one accuse. York for a trai- and grovel on the earth :-John Southwell, tor?
read you; and let us to our work. K, Hen. What mean'st thou, Suffolk? tell me: What are these?
Enter DUCHESS, above. Suf. Please it your majesty, this is the man Duch. Well said, my masters; and welcome That doth accuse his master of high treason : all. To this geer;t the sooner the better. His words were these ;-that Richard, duke of Boling. Patience, good lady; wizards know York,
their times : Was rightful heir unto the English crown; Deep night, dark night, the silent of the night, And that your majesty was an usurper. The time of night when Troy was set on fire;
K. Hen. Say, man, were these thy words?
spirits, and not to lay them. Thc marks of her fingers and thumbs.
+ Matter or business.
The time when screech-owls cry, and ban- Well, to the rest: dogs* howl,
Tell me what fate awarts the duke of Suffolk? And spirits walk, and ghosts break up their By water shall he die, and tuke his end. graves,
What shall betide the duke of Somerset?
Than where castles mounted stund.
Come, come, my lords ; and make the Circle ; BOLINGBROKE, or
And hardly understood.
[Albans. SOUTHWELL, reads, Conjuro te, &c. It thun- The king is now in progress toward Saint ders and lightens terribly; then the SPIRIT With him, the husband of this lovely lady: riseth.
Thither go these news, as fast as horse can Spir. Adsum.
carry them; M. Jourd. Asmath,
A sorry breakfast for my lord protector. By the eterual God, whose name and power Buck. Your grace shall give me leave, my Thou tremblest at, answer that I shall ask;
lord of York, For, till thou speak, thou shalt not pass from To be the post, in hope of his reward, hence.
York. At your pleasure, my good lord.Spir. Ask what thou wilt:—That I had said Who's within there, ho! and done!
Enter a SERVANT. Boling. First, of the king. What shall of him become? (Reading out
of a Paper. Invite my lords of Salisbury, and Warwick, Spir. The duke yet lives, that Henry shali To sup with me to-morrow night.-Away! depose ;
(Eseunt. But him outlive, and die a violent death.
ACT II. [As the Spirit speaks, SOUTHWELL writes the
SCENE I.--Saint Albans. Boling. What fate awaits the duke of Suffolk? Enter King Henry, Queen MARGARET, GlosSpir. By water shall he die, and take his
TER, CARDINAL, and SUFFOLK, with Falconers end.
hollaing. Boling. What shall befall the duke of Somer. set?
Q. Mar. Believe me, lords, for flying at the Spir. Let bim shun castles ;
brook,* Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains
I saw not better sport these seven years' day: Than where castles mounted stand.
Yet, by your leave, the wind was very high; Have done, for more I hardly can endure.
And, ten to one, old Joan had not gone out. Boling. Descend to darkness, and the burn
K. Hen. But what a point, my lord, your ing lake:
falcon made, False fiend, avoid!
And what a pitch she flew above the rest ![Thunder and Lightning. Spirit descends. To see how God in all his creatures works!
Yea, man and birds, are faint of climbing high. Enter York and BUCKINGHAM, hastily, with Suf. No marvel, an it like your majesty, their Guards, and others.
My lord protector's hawks do tower so well; York. Lay hands upon these traitors, and They know theif master loves to be aloft, their trash.
And bears his thoughts above his falcon's Beldame, I think, we watch'd you at an
pitch. What, madam, are you there? the king and That mounts no’higher than a bird can soar.
Glo. My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind commonweal Are deeply indebted for this piece of pains;
Car. I thought as much; he'd be above the
clouds. My lord protector will, I doubt it not, See you well guerdon'dt for these good deserts.
Glo. Ay, my lord cardinal; How think you Duch. Not half so bad as thine to England's Were it not good, your grace could fly to
by that? king,
heaven? Injurious duke; that threat'st where is no
K. Hen. The treasury of everlasting joy! Buck. True madam, none at all. What call
Car. Thy heaven is on earth: thine eyes and
thoughts Showing her, the papers. Beat on a crown,t the treasure of thy heart; Away with them; let them be clapp'd up close; Pernicious protector, dangerous peer,
! And kept asunder:-You, madam, shall with that smooth'st it so with king and common; Stafford, take her to thee.
Glo. What, cardinal, is your priesthood [Exit Duchess from above. Tantæne animis cælestibus ire?
grown peremptory? We'll see your trinkets here all forth-coming; | Churchmen so hot? good uncle, hide such
(malice; All.-Away! [Exeunt Guards, with South. BOLING. &c.
With such holiness can you do it? York. Lord Buckingham, methinks, you
Suf. No malice, Sir; no more than well bewatch'd her well: A pretty plot, well chosen to build upon !
So good a quarrel, and so bad a peer. Now, pray, my lord, let's see the devil's
Glo. As who, my lord ? What have we here?
Suf. Why, as you, my lord; The duke yet lives, that Henry shall depose ;
An't like your lordly lord-protectorship: But him outlive, and die a violent death,
Glo. Why, Suffolk, England knows thine inWhy, this is just,
solence. Aio le, Æacida, Romanos vincere posse.
Q. Mar. And thy ambition, Gloster.
*The falconer's term for hawking at water-fowl. Village-dogs. + Rewarded.
1 1.e. Thy mind is working on a crown.
K. Hen. I pr’ythee, peace,
(peers, Wife. His wife, an't like your worship. Good queen; and whet not on inese Yurious Glo. Had'st thou been his mother, thou For blessed are the peacemakers on earth.
could'st have better told. Car. Let me be blessed for the peace I make, K. Hen. Where wert thou born? Against this proud protector, with my sword! Simp. At Berwick in the north, an't like Glo. 'Faith, holy uncle, 'would 'twere come
your grace. to that! (Aside to the CARDINAL. K. Hen. Poor soul! God's goodness hath Car. Marry, when thou dar’st. [Aside.
been great to thee: Glo. Make up no factious numbers for the Let never day nor night uphallow'd pass, matter,
But still remember what the Lord hath done. In thine own person answer thy abuse. [Aside. Q. Mar. Tell me, good fellow, cam’st thou Car. Ay, where thou dar'st not peep: an if here by chance, thou dar'st,
Or of devotion, to this holy shrine? This evening on the east side of the grove. Simp. God knows, of pure devotion; being
call's K. Hen. How now, my lords?
A hundred times, and oftener, in my sleep Car. Believe me, cousin Gloster, [ly, By good Saint Alban; who said, -Simpcox, Had not your man put up the fowl so sudden' We had had more sport.-Come with thy two- Come, offer at my shrine, and I will help thee. hand sword.
[Aside to Glo. Wife. Most true, forsooth; and many time Glo. True, uncle.
Cur. What, art thou lame?
Wife. A plum-tree, master.
Simp. 0, born so, master. Or all my fence* shall 'fail.
Glo. What, and would'st climb a tree? Car. Medice teipsum;
Simp. But that in all my life, when I was a Protector, see to't well, protect yourself.
[Aside. Wife. "Too true; and bought his climbing K. Hen. The winds grow high; so do your stomachs, lords.
Glo. 'Mass, thou lov’dst plums well, that How irksome is this music to my heart!
would'st venture so. When such strings jar, what hope of harmony? Simp. Alas, good master, my wife desir'd I pray, my lords, let me compound this strife.
And made me climb, with danger of my life. Enter an INHABITANT of Saint Albans, crying, Glo. A subtle knave! but yet it shall not
A Miracle! Glo. What means this noise ?
Let me see thine eyes :-wink now ;-now open Fellow, what miracle dost thou proclaim?
them :Inhab. A miracle! a miracle!
In my opinion yet thou see'st not well. Suf. Come to the king, and tell him what
Simp. Yes, master, clear as day; I thank miracle.
God, and Saint Alban. Inhab. Forsooth, a blind man at Saint Al
Glo. Say'st thou me so? What colour is this ban's shrine,
cloak of ? Within this half hour, hath receiv'd his sight;
Simp. Red, master; red as blood. A man, that ne'er saw in his life before.
Glo. Why, that's well said: What colour is K. Hen. Now, God be prais'd! that to believ
my gown of?
Simp. Black, forsooth; coal-black, as.jet. Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair !
K. Hen. Why then, thou know'st what col.
our jet is of ? Enter the MAYOR of Saint Albans, and his Bre
Suf. And yet, I think, jet did he never see. thren; and SIMPCOX, borne between two per
Glo. But cloaks, and gowns, before this day,
a many. sons in a Chair; his Wife, and a great multitude following.
Wife. Never, before this day, in all his life.
Glo. Tell me, sirrab, what's my name?
Glo: What's his name?
Simp. No, indeed, master.
master, His highness' pleasure is to talk with him. Glo. Then, Sauuder, sit thou there, the lyK. Hen. Good fellow, tell us here the cir
ingest knave cumstance,
In Christendom. If thou hadst been born blind, That we for thee may glorify the Lord. Thou might'st as well have known our names What, hast thou been long blind, and now re
as thus stor'd?
To name the several colours we do wear. Simp. Born blind, an't please your grace. Sight may distinguish of colours; but suddenly Wife. Ay, indeed, was he.
To nominate them all's impossible. Suf. What woman is this?
My lords, Saint Alban here hath done a mis Fence is the art of defence.