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And must be made a subject to a duke ?
Suff. Madam, be patient; as I was cause
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.
Suff. 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 vex me half so much,
Suff: Madam, myself have limed a bush for her;
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Yet must we join with him, and with the lords,
him; DUKE and DUCHESS of GLOSTER, 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 demeaned himself in France, Then let him be denayed 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,
Čar. Ambitious Warwick, let thy betters speak.
Sal. Peace, son ;—and show some reason, Buckingham, Why Somerset should be preferred in this.
Q. Mar. Because the king, forsooth, will have it so.
Glo. Madam, the king is old enough himself
Mar. If he be old enough, what needs your grace To be protector of his excellence ?
Glo. Madam, I am protector of the realm ;
Suff. Resign it then, and leave thine insolence.
Car. The commons hast thou racked; 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,
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 GLOSTER. The Queen drops her fan. Give me my fan. What, minion! can you not ?
[Gives the Duchess a box on the ear. I cry you mercy, madam; was it you?
Duch. Was't I? Yea, I it was, proud Frenchwoman. 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 unrevenged
[Exit Duchess. Buck. Lord cardinal, I will follow Eleanor, And listen after Humphrey, how he proceeds. She's tickled now; her fume needs no spurs; She'll gallop fast enough to her destruction.
Suff. Before we make election, give me leave
York. I'll tell thee, Suffolk, why I am unmeet.
War. That I can witness; and a fouler fact
Suff. Peace, headstrong Warwick !
Enter Servants of SUFFOLK, bringing in HORNER and
Suff. Because here is a man accused of treason :
York. Doth any one accuse York for a traitor ?
are these ?
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, [Holding up his hands.] he did speak them to me in the garret one night, as we were scouring my lord of York's armor.
York. Base dunghill villain, and mechanical,
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.
K. Hen. Then be it so. My lord of Somerset,
Som. I humbly thank your royal majesty.
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 hanged.
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.
The Duke of Gloster's Garden. Enter MARGERY JOURDAIN, HUME, SOUTHWELL, and Bo
LING BROKE. Hume. Come, my masters; the duchess, I tell you, expects performance of your promises.
Boling: Master Hume, we are therefore provided. Will her ladyship behold and hear our exorcisms?
Hume. Ay; what else? fear you not her courage.
Boling. I have heard her reported to be a woman of an invincible spirit. But it shall be convenient, master Hume, that you be by her aloft, while we be busy below; and so, I pray you, go in God's name, and leave us. [Exit HUME. Mother Jourdain, be you prostrate, and grovel on the earth; - John Southwell, read you; and let us to our work.
Enter Duchess, above.
Boling. Patience, good lady; wizards know their times;
[Here they perform the ceremonies appertaining,
and make the circle ; BOLINGBROKE, or SouthWELL reads, Conjuro te, 8c. It thunders and
lightens terribly; then the Spirit riseth. Spir. Adsum.
M. Jourd. Asmath,
Spir. Ask what thou wilt.- That I had said and done!
[Reading out of a paper.