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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