And, brother York, thy acts in Ireland, In bringing them to civil difcipline ; Thy late exploits done in the heart of France, Have made thee fear'd and honour'd of the people. In what we can, to bridle and fupprefs With Somerset's and Buckingham's ambition; War. So God help Warwick, as he loves the land, And common profit of his country ! York. And fo fays York, for he hath greatest cause. [Afide. Sal. Then let's make hafte, and look unto the main. * [Exe. Warwick and Salisbury.. York. Anjou and Maine are given to the French; Paris is lolt; 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 'Tis thine they give away, and not their own. Weeps over them, and wrings his hapless hands, look unto the main. War. Unto the main? Oh father, Maine is loft; Main chance, father, you meant; but I meant Maine, Excunt, &c. While his own lands are bargain'd for, and fold. Anjou and Maine, both giv'n unto the French? A day will come when York fhall claim his own; Whofe church-like humour fits not for a crown. Till Henry, furfeiting in joys of love With his new bride, and England's dear-bought Queen, And Humphry with the Peers be fall'n at jars. Then will I raife aloft the milk-white rofe, With whofe fweet smell the air fhall be perfum'd ; And, force perforce, I'll make him yield the crown, SCENE IV. Changes to the Duke of Gloucefter's house.. Enter Duke Humphry, and his wife Eleanor. Elean. Why droops my Lord, like over-ripen'd corn Hanging the head with Ceres' plenteous load? Why doth the great Duke Humphry knit his brows, As frowning at the favours of the world? Why are thine eyes fix'd to the fullen earth, Gazing at that which feems to dim thy fight? What feelt thou there? King Henry's diadem,. Inchas'd with all the honours of the world ?: If fo, gaze on, and grovel on thy face, Glo. O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou doft love thy Lord, With fweet rehearsal of my morning's dream. Glo. Methought this staff, mine cffice-badge in court, Was broke in twain; by whom, I have forgot; But, as I think, it was by th' Cardinal; And, on the pieces of the broken wand, Were plac'd the heads of Edmund Duke of Somerset, But lift to me, my Humphry, my sweet Duke. In the cathedral church of Westminster, And ia that chair where kings and queens are crown'd; Where Henry and Margaret kneel'd to me, And on my head did fet the diadem, Glo. Nay, Eleanor, then muft I chide outright. Away from me, and let me hear no more. Elean. What, what! my Lord! are you fo 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. Me. My Lord Protector, 'tis his Highness' pleasure, You do prepare to ride unto St Alban's, Whereas the King and Queen do mean to hawk. Glo. I go [Exit Gloucefter. Elean. Yes, my good Lord, I'll follow prefently. Follow I muft; I cannot go before, While Glo'lter bears this bafe and humble mind. Enter Hume. Hume: Jefus preferve your Royal Majefty! Elean. What fay'ft thou? Majesty? I am but Grace. Hume. But, by the grace of God, and Hume's advice, Your Grace's title fhall be multiply'd. Elean. What fay'st thou, man? haft thou as yet With Margery Jordan the cunning witch, [conferr'd And Roger Bolingbrook the conjurer ? And will they undertake to do me good? [nefs, Hume. This they have promifed to fhew your HighA fpirit rais'd from depth of under-ground, 'That shall make anfwer to iuch questions As by your Grace fhall be propounded him. Elean. It is enough, I'll think upon the questions. When from St Alban's we do make return, We'll fee those things effected to the full. Here, Hume, take this reward; make merry, man, With thy confederates in this weighty cause. [Exit Eleanor. Hume. Hume must make merry with the Duchess' gold: Marry, and fhall: But how now, Sir John Hume? Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch. I dare not fay from the rich Cardinal, And from the great and new-made Duke of Suffolk. Yet I do find it fo: for to be plain, ; They (knowing Dame Eleanor's afpiring humour) [Exit. 1 Pet. My masters, let's stand clofe; my Lord Protector will come this way by and by, and then we may deliver our fupplications in the quill. 2 Pet. Marry, the Lord protect him, for he's a good man; Jesu bless him! Enter Suffolk, and Queen. 1 Pet Here a' comes, methinks, and the Queen with him I'll be the first, fure. 2 Pet. Come back, fool; this is the Duke of Suffolk, and not my Lord Protector. Suf. How now, fellow, would't any thing with me? |