Even as I have of fertile England's soil. A day will come, when York shall claim his own; And make a show of love to proud duke Humphrey, 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, force perforce, I'll make him yield the crown, Whose bookish rule hath pull'd fair England down. [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? 'What see'st thou there? king Henry's diadem, * 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. • Banish the canker of ambitious thoughts: '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 Edmond duke 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, kneel'd to me, ' And on my head did set the diadem. 'Glo. Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright: * Presumptuous dame, 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 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. Mes. My lord protector, 'tis his highness' plea sure, '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. 7 ill-nurtur'd-] Ill-nurtur'd, is ill-educated. 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 HUME. 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; 'Hume. This they have promised, to show your highness A spirit rais'd from depth of under ground, tions: ques '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. 9 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. [Exit. 6 SCENE III. The same. A Room in the Palace. Enter PETER, and Others, with Petitions. 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 the quill.3 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. 1 sentence. · A crafty knave does need no broker ;] This is a proverbial 2 Sort how it will,] Let the issue be what it will. 3 in the quill.] Perhaps our supplications in the quill, or in quill, means no more than our written or penn'd supplications. |