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With whose sweet smell the air shall be per

fum'd; And in my standard bear the arms of York, To grapple with the house of Lancaster; And, force perforce, I'll make him yield the

crown, Whose bookish rule hath pulld fair England down.

(Exit.

SCENE I I.

The same.

A Room in the duke of Gloster's

house.

Enter GLOSTER and the Dutchess.

Dutch. 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 see'st thou there? king Henry's diadem,; * Inchas'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 more abase our sight so low, * As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground. . Glo. O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost love thy

lord, • Banish the canker of ambitious thoughts :

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"And may that thought, when I imagine ill · Against my king and nephew, virtuous Henry, • Be my last breathing in this mortal world! • My troublous dream this night doth make me

sad.. Dutch. What dream'd my lord ? tell me, and

I'll requite it • With sweet rehearsal of my morning's dream." · Glo. Methought, this staff, mine office-badgo

in court, "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 Edmond duke of Sou

merset, • And William de la Poole first duke of Suffolk, * This was my dream; what it doth bode, God

knows. Dutch. Tut, this was nothing but an argu

ment, 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, kneelid to

me, • And on my head did set the diadem.

"Glo. Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright: * Presumptuous dame, ill-nurturd Eleanor ! Art thou not second woman in the realm; And the protector's wife, belov'd of him? * Hast thou not wordly 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,

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* From top of honour to disgrace's feet?
Away from me, and let me hear no more.
* Dutch. What, what, my lord! are you so

cholerick
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 Saint Albans, • Whereas the king and queen do mean to hawk. * Glo.' I go. - Come, Nell, thou wilt ride

with us? · Dutch. Yes, my good lord, I'll follow pre

sently.

[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! nay, fear not,

man, “We are alone; here's none but thee, and I.

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Enter HUME.

Hume. Jesu preserve your royal 'majesty! Dutch. What say'st thou, majesty! I am but

grace. Hume. But, by the grace of God, and Hume's advice,

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Dutch. What say'st thou, man? hast thou as

yet conferr'd
With Margery Jourdain, the cunning witch;
And Roger Bolingbroke, the conjurer?
And will they undertake to do me good ?
* Hume. This they have promised, - to shew

your highness A spirit rais'd from depth of under ground, •That shall make answer to such questions, • As by your grace shall be propounded him. Dutch. It is enough; rll think upon the

questions: • When from saint Albans we do make return, • We'll see these things effected to the full, • Here, Hume, take this reward; make merry,

man, •With thy confederates in this weighty cause.

[Exit Dutchess. * Hume. Hume must make merry with the dut

cbels' gold; “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 Suf.

folk; *Yet I do find it so: for, to be plain, “They, knowing dame Eleanor's aspiring humour, • Have hired me to undermine the dutchess, And buz these conjurations in her brain.

They say, A crafty knave does need no broker; * Yet am I Suffolk and the cardinal's broker. Vol. V.

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* IIume, if you take not heed, you shall *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 dutchess' wreck; * And her attainture will be Humphrey's fall : * Sort how it will, I shall have gold for all.

[E.xit.

SCENE III.

The same.

A Room in the Palace.

Enter PETER, and Others, with Petitions.

61. 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.

62. 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.

62. Pet. Come back, fool; this is the duke of "Suffolk, and not my lord protector.

Suf. How now, fellow? would'st 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 ?

• I. 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,

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