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Between our sovereign and the French king Charles,
For eighteen months concluded by consent.
Glo. [Reads] Imprimis, It is agreed between the
French king, Charles, and William de la Poole,
marquis of Suffolk, ambassador for Henry, king of
England, that the said Henry shall espouse the lady
Margaret, daughter unto Reignier, king of Naples,
Sicilia, and Jerusalem; and crown her queen of
England, ere the thirtieth of May next ensuing.-
Item, That the duchy of Anjou and the county of
Maine, shall be released and delivered to the king her
K. Hen. Uncle, how now? Glo. Pardon me, gracious lord; Some sudden qualm bath struck me at the heart, And dimm'd mine eyes, that I can read no further. K. Hen. Uncle of Winchester, I pray read on. Win. Item, It is further agreed between them, that the duckies of Anjou and Maine shall be released and delivered over to the king her father; and she sent over of the king of England's own proper cost and charges, without having dowry.
Large sums of gold, and dowries, with their wives:
And our king Heary gives away his own,
To match with her that brings no vantages.
Glo. A proper jest, and never heard before,
That Suffolk should demand a whole fifteenth,
For costs and charges in transporting her 1
She should have staid in France, and starv'd in France,
Car. My lord of Gloster, now you grow too hot;
It was the pleasure of my lord the king.
Glo. My lord of Winchester, I know your mind;
"Tis not my speeches that you do mislike,
But 'tis my presence that doth trouble you.
Rancour will out: Proud prelate, in thy face
I see thy fury: If I longer stay,
We shall begin our ancient bickerings.-
Lordings, farewell; and say, when I am gone,
prophesied-France will be lost ere long.
Car. So, there goes our protector in a rage.
"Tis known to you, he is mine enemy:
Nay, more, an enemy unto you all:
And no great friend, I fear me, to the king.
Consider, lords,-he is the next of blood,
And heir apparent to the English crown;
Had Henry got an empire by his marriage,
And all the wealthy kingdoms of the west,
There's reason he should be displeas'd at it.
Look to it, lords; let not his smoothing words
Bewitch your hearts; be wise, and circumspect.
Buck-What though the common people favour him,
K.Hen. They please us well.-Lord marquis, kueel
We here create thee the first duke of Suffolk;
And girt thee with the sword.-
Cousin of York, we here discharge your grace
From being regent in the parts of France,
Till term of eighteen months be full expir'd.-
Thanks, uncle Winchester, Gloster, York, and
Somerset, Salisbury, and Warwick;
We thank you all for this great favour done,
In entertainment to my princely queen.
Come, let us in; and with all speed provide
To see her coronation be perform'd.
[Exeunt King, Queen, and Suffolk.
Glo. Brave peers of England, pillars of the state,
To you duke Humphrey must unload his grief,
Your grief, the common grief of all the land.
What did my brother Henry spend his youth,
His valour, coin, and people, in the wars?
Did he so often lodge in open field,
In winter's cold, and summer's parching heat,
To conquer France, his true inheritance?
And did my brother Bedford toil his wits,
To keep by policy what Henry got?
Have you yourselves, Somerset, Buckingham,
Brave York, Salisbury, and victorious Warwick,
Receiv'd deep scars in France and Normandy ?
Or hath mine uncle Beaufort, and myself,
With all the learned council of the realm,
Studied so long, sat in the council-house,
Early and late, debating to and fro
Calling him-Humphrey, the good duke of Gloster;
Clapping their hands, and crying with a loud voice-
Jesu, maintain your royal excellence!
With-God preserve the good duke Humphrey !
I fear me, lords, for all this flattering gloss,
He will be found a dangerous protector.
Buck. Why should he then protect our sovereign,
He being of age to govern of himself?-
Cousin of Somerset, join you with me,
And all together, with the duke of Suffolk,-
We'll quickly hoist duke Humphrey from his seat.
Car. This weighty business will not brook delay;
I'll to the duke of Suffolk presently.
Som. Cousin of Buckingham, though Humphrey's
And greatness of his place be grief to us,
Yet let us watch the haughty cardinal;
His insolence is more intolerable
Than all the princes in the land beside;
If Gloster be displac'd, he'll be protector.
Buck. Or thou, or I, Somerset, will be protector,
Despite duke Humphrey, or the cardinal,
[Exeunt Buckingham and Somerset.
Sal. Pride went before, ambition follows him.
While these do labour for their own preferment,
How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe ? Behoves it us to labour for the realm.
And hath his highness in his infancy
Been crown'd in Paris, in despite of foes!
And shall these labours, and these honours, die?
Shall Henry's conquest, Bedford's vigilance,
Your deeds of war, and all our counsel, die?
O peers of England, shameful is this league !
Fatal this marriage, cancelling your fame;
Blotting your names from books of memory;
Razing the characters of your renown;
Defacing monuments of conquer'd France;
Undoing all, as all had never been!
Car. Nephew,what means this passionate discourse?
This peroration with such circumstance?
For France, 'tis ours; and we will keep it still.
Glo. Ay, uncle, we will keep it, if we can;
But now it is impossible we should:
Suffolk, the new-made duke that rules the roast,
Hath given the duchies of Anjou and Maine
Unto the poor king Reignier, whose large style
Agrees not with the leanness of his purse.
Sal. Now, by the death of him that died for all,
These counties were the keys of Normandy :-
But wherefore weeps Warwick, my valiant son?
War. For grief, that they are past recovery:
For, were there hope to conquer them again,
My sword should shed hot blood, mine eyes no tears.
Anjou and Maine! myself did win them both;
Those provinces these arms of mine did conquer:
And are the cities, that I got with wounds,
Deliver'd up again with peaceful words?
Mort Dieu !
York. For Suffolk's duke-may he be suffocate,
That dims the honour of this warlike isle !
France should have torn and rent my very heart,
Before I would have yielded to this league.
I never read but England's kings have had
I never saw but Humphrey duke of Gloster
Did bear him like a noble gentleman.
Oft have I seen the haughty cardinal-
More like a soldier, than a man o'the church,
As stout, and proud, as he were lord of all,-
Swear like a ruffian, and demean himself
Unlike the ruler of a commonweal.-
Warwick, my son, the comfort of my age!
Thy deeds, thy plainness, and thy house-keeping,
Hath won the greatest favour of the commons,
Excepting none but good duke Humphrey.-
And, brother York, thy acts in Ireland,
In bringing them to civil discipline;
Thy late exploits, done in the heart of France,
When thou wert regent for our sovereign,
Have made thee fear'd, and honour'd, of the people.-
Join we together, for the public good;
In what we can, to bridle and suppress
The pride of Suffolk, and the cardinal,
With Somerset's and Buckingham's ambition;
And, as we may, cherish duke Humphrey's deeds,
While they do tend the profit of the land.
War. So God help Warwick, as he loves the land,
And common profit of his country!
York. And so says York, for he hath greatest cause. Sal. Then let's make haste away, and look unto the main.
War. Unto the main! O father, Maine is lost;
That Maine, which by main force Warwick did win,
And would have kept, so long as breath did last :
Main chance, father, you meant; but I meant Maine;
Which I will win from France, or else be slain.
[Exeunt Warwick and Salisbury.
York. Anjou and Maine are given to the French;
Paris is lost; the state of Normandy
Stands on a tickle point, now they are gone :
Suffolk concluded on the articles;
The peers agreed; and Henry was well pleas'd,
To change two dukedoms for a duke's fair daughter.
I cannot blame them all; What is't to them?
'Tis thine they give away, and not their own.
Pirates may make cheap pennyworths of their pillage,
And purchase friends, and give to courtezans,
Still revelling, like lords, till all be gone:
While as the silly owner of the goods
Weeps over them, and wrings his hapless hands,
And shakes his head, and trembling stands aloof,
While all is shar'd, and all is borne away;
Ready to starve, and dare not touch his own.
So York must sit, and fret, and bite his tongue,
While his own lands are bargain'd for, and sold.
Methinks, the realms of England, France, and Ireland,
Bear that proportion to my flesh and blood,
As did the fatal brand Althea burn'd,
Unto the prince's heart of Calydon.
Anjou and Maine, both given unto the French!
Cold news for me; for I had hope of France,
Even as I have of fertile England's soil.
A day will come when York shall claim his own;
And therefore I will take the Nevils' parts,
And make a show of love to proud duke Humphrey,
And, when I spy advantage, claim the crown,
For that's the golden mark I seek to bit:
Nor shall proud Lancaster usurp my right,
Nor hold his sceptre in his childish fist,
Nor wear the diadem upon his head,
Whose church-like humours fit not for a crown.
Then, York, be still awhile, till time do serve:
Watch thou, and wake, when others be asleep,
To pry into the secrets of the state;
Till Henry, surfeiting in joys of love,
With his new bride, and England's dear-bought queen,
And Humphrey with the peers be fall'n at jars:
Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose,
With whose sweet smell the air shall be perfum'd;
And in my standard bear the arms of York,
To grapple with the house of Lancaster;
And, force perforce, I'll make him vield the crown,
Whose bookish rule hath pull'd fair England down.
Art thou not second woman in the realm;
And the protector's wife, belov'd of him?
Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command,
Above the reach or compass of thy thought?
And wilt thou still be hammering treachery,
To tumble down thy husband, and thyself,
From top of honour to disgrace's feet?
Away from me, and let me hear no more.
Duch. What, what, my lord! are you so choleric
With Eleanor, for telling but her dream?
Next time, I'll keep my dreams unto myself,
And not be check'd.
Glo. Nay, be not angry, I am pleas'd again.
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. 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?
Duch. Yes, my good lord, I'll follow presently.
[Exeunt Gloster and Messenger.
Follow I must, I cannot go before,
While Gloster 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 slack
To play my part in fortune's pageant.
Where are you there? Sir John! uay, fear not, man.
We are alone; here's none but thee, and I.
Hume. Jesu preserve your royal majesty !
Duch. What say'st thou, majesty! I am but grace.
Hume. But, by the grace of God,and Hume's advice,
Your grace's title shall be multiplied.
With Margery Jourdain, the cunning witch; [ferr'd
Duch. What say'st thou, man? hast thou as yet con-
And Roger Bolingbroke, the conjurer?
And will they undertake to do me good? [highness
Hume. This they have promised,-to show your
A spirit rais'd from depth of under ground,
That shall make answer to such questions,
As by your grace shall be propounded him.
Duch. It is enough; I'll think upon the questions;
When from St. Albans we do make return,
We'll see these things effected to the full.
The same. A Room in the Duke of Gloster's House. Here, Hume, take this reward; make merry, man,
Enter Gloster and the Duchess.
Duck. Why droops my lord, like over-ripen'd corn,
Hanging the head at Ceres' plenteous load?
Why doth the great duke Humphrey knit his brows,
As frowning at the favours of the world?
Why are thine eyes fix'd to the sullen earth,
Gazing on that which seems to dim thy sight?
What seest thou there? king Henry's diadem,
Enchas'd with all the honours of the world?
If so, gaze on, and grovel on thy face,
Until thy head be circled with the same.
Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold:-
What, is't too short? I'll lengthen it with mine:
And, having both together heav'd it up,
We'll both together lift our heads to heaven;
And never inore abase our sight so low,
As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground.
With thy confederates in this weighty cause. [Exit.
Hume. Hame must make merry with the duchess'
Marry, and shall. But, how now, sir John Hume?
Seal up your lips, and give no words but-mum!
The business asketh silent secrecy.
Dame Eleanor gives gold, to bring the witch:
Gold cannot come amiss, were she a devil.
Yet have I gold, flies from another coast:
I dare not say, from the rich cardinal,
And from the great and new-made duke of Suffolk;
Yet I do find it so: for, to be plain,
They, knowing dame Eleanor's aspiring humour,
Have hired me to undermine the duchess,
And buzz these conjurations in her brain.
They say, A crafty knave does need no broker;
Yet am I Suffolk and the cardinal's broker.
Glo. O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost love thy lord, Hume, if you take not heed, you shall go near
Banish the canker of ambitious thoughts:
And may that thought, when I imagine ill
Against my king and nephew, virteous Henry,
Be my last breathing in this mortal world!
My troublous dream this night doth make me sad.
Duch. What dream, my lord? tell me, and I'll re-
With sweet rehearsal of my morning's dream. [court.
Glo. Methought, this staff, mine office-badge in
Was broke in twain, by whom, I have forgot,
But, as I think, it was by the cardinal;
And on the pieces of the broken wand
Were plac'd the heads of Edmund, duke of Somerset,
And William de la Poole, first duke of Suffolk.
This was my dream; what it doth bode, Ged knows.
Duch. Tut, this was nothing but an argument,
That he, that breaks a stick of Gloster's grove,
Shall lose his head for his presumption.
But list to me, my Humphrey, my sweet duke:
Methought, I sat in seat of majesty,
In the cathedral church of Westminster,
And in that chair where kings and queens are crown'd;
Where Henry, and dame Margaret, kneel'd to me,
And on my head did set the diadem.
Glo. Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright: presumptuous dame, ill-nurtur'd Eleanor !
To call them both-a pair of crafty knaves.
Well, so it stands: And thus, I fear, at last,
Hume's knavery will be the duchess' wreek;
And her attainture will be Humphrey's fall:
Sort how it will, I shall have gold for all.
SCENE III. The same. A Room in the Palace.
Enter Peter and others, with Petitions.
1 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.
2 Pet. Marry, the Lord protect him, for he's a good man! Jesu bless him!
Enter Suffolk and Queen Margaret.
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.
Suff. How now, fellow wouldst any thing with me!
1 Pet. I pray, my lord, pardon me! I took ye for my lord protector.
Q. Mar. [Reading the Superscription.] To my lord protector! are your supplications to his lordship? Let me see them: What is thine?
1 Pet. Mine is, an't please your grace, against John
Goodman, my lord cardinal's man, for keeping my house, and lands, and wife and all, from me.
Suff. Thy wife too! that is some wrong, indeed.What's yours?-What's here? [Reads] Against the duke of Suffolk, for enclosing the commons of Melford. How now, sir knave?
2 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 say'st thou? Did the duke of York say, he was rightful heir to the crown.
Peter. That my master was? No, forsooth master said, That he was; and that the king was an usurper.
Suff. Who is there? 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 Petition. 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 in 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 Gloster's governance?
Am I a queen in title and in style,
And must be made a subject to a duke?
I tell thee, Poole, 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 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.
Suff. 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 BeauThe 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, 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 her poverty: Shall I not live to be aveng'd on her? Contemptuous base-born callat 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 dukedonis for his daughter. Suff. 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.
Enter King Henry, York and Somerset conversing
with 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 iil 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, BuckWhy Somerset should be preferr'd in this. [ingham, 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 need your grace To be protector of his excellence ?
Glo. Madam, I am protector of the realm; And, at his pleasure, will resign my place.
Suff. Resign it then, and leave thine insolence. Since thon wert king, (as who is king, but thou?) The commonwealth hath daily run to wreck: 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 Are lank and lean with thy extortions. [bags 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 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. [time; Duch. Against her will! Good king, look to't in 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.
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 fast enough to her destruction. [Exit.
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 sovereign, York is meetest man
To be your regent in the realm of France.
Suff. 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 I can witness; and a fouler fact
Did never traitor in the land commit.
Suff. Peace, head-strong Warwick!
War. Image of pride, why should I hold my peace?
Enter Servants of Suffolk, bringing in Horner and Peter.
Suff. 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?
Suff. 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,
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
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. SCENE IV.
The same. The Duke of Gloster's Garden. Enter Margery Jourdain, Hume, Southwell, and Bolingbroke.
Hume. Come, my masters; the duchess, I tell you, expects performance of your promises.
Boling. Master Hume, we are therefore provided: Will ber 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.
Duch. Well said, my masters; and welcome all. To this geer; the sooner the better.
Boling. Patience, good lady; wizards know their times:
Deep night, dark night, the silent of the night, The time of night when Troy was set on fire; The time when screech-owls cry, and ban-dogs howl, And spirits walk, and ghosts break up their graves, That time best fits the work we have in hand. Madam, sit you, and fear not; whom we raise, We will make fast within a hallow'd verge. [Here they perform the Ceremonies appertaining, and make the Circle; Bolingbroke, or Southwell, reads, Conjuro te, &c. It thunders and lightens terribly; then the Spirit riseth.
M. Jourd. Asmath,
By the eternal God, whose name and power
Thou tremblest at, answer that I shall ask;
For, till thou speak, thou shalt not pass from hence.
Spir. Ask what thou wilt:-That I had said and
Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains,
Than where castles mounted stand.
Have done, for more I hardly can endure.
Boling. Descend to darkness, and the burning lake:
False fiend, avoid!
[Thunder and Lightning. Spirit descends. Enter York and Buckingham, hastily, with their Guards, and others.
York. Lay hands upon these traitors, and their trash. Beldame, I think, we watch'd you at an inch.What, madam, are you there? the king and commonweal
Are deeply indebted for this piece of pains;
My lord protector will. I doubt it not,
See you well guerdon'd for these good deserts.
Duch. Not half so bad as thine to England's king,
Injurious duke; that threat'st where is no cause.
Buck. True, madam, none at all. What call you
Away with them; let them be clapp'd up close,
[Showing her the Papers.
Stafford, take her to thee. [Exit Duchess from above.
And kept asunder:-You, madam, shall with us:-
We'll see your trinkets here all forthcoming;
[Exeunt Guards, with South, Boling. &c.
York. Lord Buckingham, methinks, you watch'd
A pretty plot, well chosen to build upon! [her well:
Now, pray, my lord, let's see the devil's writ.
What have we here?
The duke yet lives, that Henry shall depose;
But him outlive, and die a violent death.
Why, this is just,
Well, to the rest:
Aio te, Eacida, Romanos vincere posse.
Tell me, what fate awaits the duke of Suffolk?
By Water shall he die, and take his end.-
What shall betide the duke of Somerset ?
Let him shun castles;
Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains,
Come, come, my lords;
Than where castles mounted stand.
These oracles are hardily attain'd,
And hardly understood.
With him, the husband of this lovely lady:
The king is now in progress toward St. Albans,
Thither go these news, as fast as horse can carry them;
A sorry breakfast for my lord protector.
Buck. Your grace shall give me leave, my lord of To be the post, in hope of his reward. [York, York. At your pleasure, my good lord.-Who's within there, ho?
Invite my lords of Salisbury, and Warwick,
To sup with me to-morrow night.-Away! [Exeunt,
Enter King Henry, Queen Margaret, Gloster, Car-
dinal, and Suffolk, with Falconers, hollaing.
Q. Mar. Believe me, lords, for flying at the brook,
I saw not better sport these seven years' day:
Yet, by your leave, the wind was very high;
And, ten to one, old Joan had not gone out.
K. Hen. But what a point, my lord, your falcon
And what a pitch she flew above the rest! [made,
To see how God in all his creatures works!
Yea, man and birds, are fain of climbing high.
Suff. No marvel, an it like your majesty,
My lord protector's hawks do tower so well;
They know, their master loves to be aloft,
And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch.
Glo. My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind
That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.
Car. I thought as much; he'd be above the clouds.
Glo. Ay, my lord cardinal; How think you by that?
Were it not good, your grace could fly to heaven!
K. Hen. The treasury of everlasting joy!
Car. Thy heaven is on earth; thine eyes and
Beat on a crown, the treasure of thy heart;
Pernicious protector, dangerous peer,
That smooth'st it so with king and commonweal!
Glo. What, cardinal, is your priesthood grown
Tantæne animis cœlestibus iræ ?
Churchmen so hot? good uncle, hide such malice;
With such holiness can you do it?
Suff. No malice, sir; no more than well becomes So good a quarrel, and so bad a peer.