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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 see to hit:
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 yield the crown,
Whose bookish rule hath pullid fair England down.



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


* 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,

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* 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 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 the 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, it was by the cardinal; And, on the pieces of the broken wand Were plac'd the heads of Edmondduke of Somerset, And William de la Poole first duke of Suffolk. * This was my dream; what it doth bode, God 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, kneeld to me, *And on my head did set the diadem.

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*Glo. Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright: * Presumptuous daine, ill-nurtur’d Eleanor !! 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 cho

lerick · With Eleanor, for telling but her dream? · Next time, I'll keep my dreains unto myself, And not be check'd. 'Glo. Nay, be not angry, I am pleas'd again.

Enter a Messenger. Mes. My lord protector, 'tis his highness' plea


'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? · Duch. Yes, good my 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.


ill-nurtur'd-] Ill-nurtur'd, is ill-educated. 8 Whereas -] Whereas is the same as where; and seems to be brought into use only on account of its being a dissyllable.

• Where are you there? Sir John ! nay, fear not,

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

Enter Huye.

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. Duch. 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 show 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. Dúch. It is enough; I'll think upon


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 Duchess. Hume. Hume must make merry with the du

chess' 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.

Sir John!) A title frequently bestowed on the clergy.


• 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 buz these conjurations in her brain.

They say, A crafty knave does need no broker;' * Yet am I Suffolk and the cardinal's broker. * Hume, if you take not heed, you shall go near * 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' wreck; * And her attainture will be Humphrey's fall: • Sort how it will," I shall have gold for all. [Erit.


The same.

A Room in the Palace.

Enter Peter, and Others, with Petitions. 'i 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.

- A crafty knave does need no broker;] This is a proverbial sentence. 2 Sort how it will,] Let the issue be what it will.

in the quill.] Perhaps our supplications in the quill, or in quill, means no more than our written or penn'd supplications.


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