Sec. Petit. Come back, fool; this is the Duke of Suffolk, and not my Lord Protector.

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Suf. How now, fellow! wouldst any thing with me? First Petit. I pray, my lord, pardon me; I took ye for my Lord Protector.

Queen. For my Lord Protector! Are your supplications to his lordship? Let me see them: what is thine?

First Petit. 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.

Suf. Thy wife too! that's 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!

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Sec. Petit. Alas, sir, I am but a poor petitioner of our whole township.

Peter. [Giving his petition.] Against my master, Thomas Horner, for saying that the Duke of York was rightful heir to

the crown.

Queen. What say'st thou? did the Duke of York say he was rightful heir to the crown?

Peter. That my master was? no, forsooth: my master said that he was, and that the King was an usurper.

Suf. Who is there? [Enter Servant.] Take this fellow in. and send for his master with a pursuivant presently: we'll hear more of your matter before the King.

[Exit Servant with Peter.

Queen. 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.
Away, base cullions! Suffolk, let them go.
All. Come, let's be gone.

[Tears the supplications.

Queen. 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 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;

[Exeunt

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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 canonized 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.

Queen. Beside the haughty 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.

Queen. Not all these lords do vex me half so much

As that proud dame, the Lord Protector's wife.

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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 callet as she is,
She vaunted 'mongst her minions t' other day,
very train of her worst wearing gown

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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 placed 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 the KING, DUKE HUMPHREY of Gloucester, CARDINAL BEAUFORT, BUCKINGHAM, YORK, SOMERSET, SALISBURY, WARWICK, and the DUCHESS OF GLOUCES

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King. 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.

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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.
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Why Somerset should be preferr'd in this.

Queen. Because the King, forsooth, will have it so.
Glou. Madam, the King is old enough himself
To give his censure: these are no women's matters.
Queen. If he be old enough, what needs your grace
To be protector of his excellence?

Glou. 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 wert king
as who is king but thou?
The commonwealth hath daily run to wrack;
The Dolphin 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.

Queen. 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.

Give me my fan: what, minion!

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[Exit Gloucester. The Queen drops her fan. can ye not?

[She gives the Duchess a box on the car.

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'ld set my ten commandments in your face.

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King. Sweet aunt, be quiet; 't was 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.
Buck. Lord Cardinal, I will follow Eleanor,
And listen after Humphrey, how he proceeds:
She's tickled now; her fury needs no spurs,
She'll gallop far enough to her destruction.

Re-enter GLOUCESTER.

Glou. 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:
say, my sovereign, 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.

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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 Dolphin's hands:
Last time, I danc'd attendance on his will
Till Paris was besieged, 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?

Enter HORNER, the Armourer, and his man PETER, guarded.

Suf. Because here is a man accused of treason:

Pray God the Duke of York excuse himself!
York. Doth any one accuse York for a traitor?

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King. 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 an usurper.
King. Say, man, were these thy words?

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Hor. An't shall please your majesty, I never said nor thought any such matter: God is my witness, I am falsely accus'd 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 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.

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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 ever 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.

King. Uncle, what shall we say to this in law?
Glou. 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.
Som. I humbly thank your royal majesty.
Hor. And I accept the combat willingly.

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Pet. Alas, my lord, I cannot fight; for God's sake, pity my case. The spite of man prevaileth against me. mercy upon me! I shall never be able to fight a blow. O Lord, my heart!

Glou. Sirrah, or you must fight, or else be hang'd.

King. 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.

SCENE IV. GLOUCESTER'S garden.

[Flourish. Exeunt.

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 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