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! A day will come when York shall claim his own; And make a show of love to proud duke Humphrey, For that's the golden mark I seek to hit. Whose church-like humours fit not for a crown. 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, [Exit. SCENE II.-The Same. A Room in the Duke of GLOSTER'S House. Enter GLOSTER and the Duchess. Duch. 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? 1 Meleager, prince of Calydon, died in great torments, when his mother, Althea, threw into the flames the firebrand, upon the preservation of which his life depended.-Knight. What seest thou there? king Henry's diadem, Put forth thy hand; reach at the glorious gold.- 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; 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. Duch. 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-badge in court, Was broke in twain: by whom, I have forgot, But, as I think, 't was by the cardinal; And on the pieces of the broken wand Were plac'd the heads of Edmond duke of Somerset, But list to me, my Humphrey ! my sweet duke : In the cathedral church of Westminster, And in that chair where kings and queens were crown'd; Glo. Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright. Hume. Hume must make merry with the duchess' gold, Marry, and shall. But how now, Sir John Hume! Seal up your lips, and give no words but mum : Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch: And from the great and new made duke of Suffolk ; They, knowing dame Eleanor's aspiring humour, [Exit. 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 sequel2. 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. Suf. How now, fellow! wouldst any thing with me? 1 Pet. I pray my lord, pardon me : took ye for my lord protector. Q. Mar. "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 1 Happen. 2 in the quill: in f. e. |