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Anjou and Maine, both giv'n unto the French !
Hanging the head with Ceres' plenteous load?
Gazing at that which seems to dim thy sight?
Glo. O Nell, fweet Nell, if thou doft love thy Lord,
requite it With fweet rehearsal of my morning's dream. Glo. Methought, this Staff, mine office-badge in
Court, Was broke in twain ; by whom I have forgot ; But, as I think, it was by thCardinal; And, on the pieces of the broken wand, Were placed the heads of Edmund Duke of Somerset, And William de la Pole first Duke of Suffolk. This was the dream; what it doth bode, God knows,
Eleak. Tut, this was nothing but an argument, That he, that breaks a stick of Glo'ster's grove, Shall lofe his head for his Presumption. But lift to me, my Humphry, my sweet Duke ; Methought, I fat in feat of Majesty, In the Cathedral church of Wesiminster, And in thatchair where Kings and Queens were crown'd, Where Henry and Merg'ret kneeld to me, And on my head did set the Diadem. Glo. Nay, Eleanor, then muft I chide outright.
Presumptuous Dame, ill-nurtur'd Eleanor,
Elean. What, what, my Lord! are you so cholerick
Glo. Nay, be not angry, I am pleas'd again.
Mes. My Lord Protector, 'tis his Highness' pleasure, You do prepare to ride unto St. Albans, Whereas the King and Queen do mean to hawk.
Glo. I go. Come, Nell, thou wilt ride with us? Elean. Yes, my good Lord, I'll follow presently.
[Exit Gloucester, Follow I must, I cannot go before, While Gloʻster 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 Nack 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,
Hume. Jesus preserve your Royal Majesty!
Your Grace's title shall be multiply'd.
Elean. It is enough, I'll think upon the questions.
[Exit Eleanor. Hum. Hume must make merry with the Dutchess'
Well, so it stands; and thus I fear at last,
And her Attainture will be Humpbry's Fall : 7 Sort how it will, I shall have gold for all.
Changes to an Apartment in the Palace.
Enter three or four Petitioners, Peter the Armourer's man
1 Pet. Y masters, let's stand close; my Lord
Protector will come this way by and by, and then we may deliver our fupplications & in quill.
s 2 Pet. Marry, the Lord protect him, for he's a good man, Jefu bless him!
Enter Suffolk, and Queen. 1 Pet. Here a'comes, methinks, and the Queen with him, I'll be the first, sure.
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 ye for my Lord Protector.
Q. Mar. To my Lord Protector. [reading.) Are your fupplications to his lordship? Let me see them; what is chine?
1 Pet. Mine is, an't pleafe your Grace, against Jokin 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 inclosing the Commons of Long Melford. How now, Sir Knave?
7 Sort how it will.] Let the Hanmer's reading, the reft have issue be what it will.
in the quill. 8 In quill.] This is Sir T. 3