The Same. A Room in the Palace. |
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Enter three or four Petitioners, PETER, the Armourer's man, being one. |
| First 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. |
| Sec. Pet. Marry, the Lord protect him, for he's a good man! Jesu bless him! |
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Enter SUFFOLK and QUEEN MARGARET. |
| First Pet. Here a' comes, methinks, and the queen with him. I'll be the first, sure. |
| Sec. Pet. Come back, fool! this is the Duke of Suffolk and not my Lord Protector. |
| Suf. How now, fellow! wouldst anything with me? |
| First Pet. I pray, my lord, pardon me: I took ye for my Lord Protector. |
| Q. Mar. [Glancing at the Superscriptions.] To my Lord Protector! are your supplications to his lordship? Let me see them: what is thine? |
| First Pet. Mine is, an't please your Grace, against John Goodman, my Lord Cardinal's man, for keeping my house, and lands, my wife and all, from me. |
| Suf. Thy wife too! that is some wrong indeed. What's yours? What's here? Against the Duke of Suffolk, for enclosing the commons of Melford! How now, sir knave! |
| Sec. Pet. Alas! sir, I am but a poor petitioner of our whole township. |
| Peter. [Presenting his petition.] Against my master, Thomas Horner, for saying that the Duke of York was rightful heir to the crown. |
| Q. Mar. What sayst thou? Did the Duke of York say he was rightful heir to the crown? |
| Pet. That my master was? No, forsooth: my master said that he was; and that the king was an usurper. |
| Suf. Who is there? |
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Enter Servants. |
| Take this fellow in, and send for his master with a pursuivant presently. We'll hear more of your matter before the king. [Exeunt Servants with PETER. |
| Q. Mar. And as for you, that love to be protected |
| Under the wings of our protector's grace, |
| Begin your suits anew and sue to him. [Tears the petitions. |
| Away, base cullions! Suffolk, let them go. |
| All. Come, let's be gone. [Exeunt Petitioners. |
| Q. Mar. My Lord of Suffolk, say, is this the guise, |
| Is this the fashion of 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, |
| 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 canoniz'd 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. |
| Q. Mar. Beside the haught protector, have we Beaufort |
| The imperious churchman, Somerset, Buckingham, |
| 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. |
| Q. Mar. Not all these lords do vox 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 callot 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 daughter. |
| Suf. Madam, myself have lim'd a bush for her, |
| 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 |
| Till we have brought Duke Humphrey in disgrace. |
| As for the Duke of York, this late 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. |
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Sound a sennet. Enter KING HENRY, YORK, and SOMERSET; DUKE and DUCHESS OF GLOUCESTER, CARDINAL BEAUFORT, BUCKINGHAM, SALISBURY, and WARWICK. |
| K. Hen. 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. |
| Q. Mar. Because the king, forsooth, will have it so. |
| Glo. Madam, the king is old enough himself |
| To give his censure: these are no women's matters. |
| Q. Mar. If he be old enough, what needs your Grace |
| To be protector of his excellence? |
| Glo. Madam, I am protector of the realm; |
| And at his pleasure will resign my place. |
| Suf. Resign it then and leave thine insolence. |
| Since thou wertking,—as who is king but thou?— |
| The commonwealth hath daily run to wrack; |
| 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. |
| Q. Mar. 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? [Giving the DUCHESS a box on the ear. |
| I cry you mercy, madam, was it you? |
| Duch. Was't I? yea, I it was, proud French-woman: |
| Could I come near your beauty with my nails |
| I'd set my ten commandments in your face. |
| K. Hen. Sweet aunt, be quiet; 'twas against her 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 master wear no breeches, |
| She shall not strike Dame Eleanor unreveng'd. [Exit. |
| Buck. Lord Cardinal, I will follow Eleanor, |
| And listen after Humphrey, how he proceeds: |
| She's tickled now; her fume can need no spurs, |
| She'll gallop far enough to her destruction. [Exit BUCKINGHAM. |
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Re-enter GLOUCESTER. |
| 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 sov'reign, 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 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 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 peace? |
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Enter Servants of SUFFOLK, bringing in HORNER and PETER. |
| Suf. Because here is a man accus'd of treason: |
| Pray God the Duke of York excuse himself! |
| York. Doth any one accuse York for a traitor? |
| K. Hen. What mean'st thou, Suffolk? tell me, what are these? |
| Suf. Please it your majesty, this is the man |
| That doth accuse his master of high treason. |
| His words were these: that Richard, Duke of York, |
| Was rightful heir unto the English crown, |
| And that your majesty was a usurper. |
| K. Hen. 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 accused by the villain. |
| Pet. By these ten bones, my lords, 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. |
| K. Hen. Uncle, what shall we say to this in law? |
| Glo. 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. |
| 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 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! |
| 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. [Exeunt. |
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