If fo gaze on, and grovel on thy face, Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious Gold: Glo. O Nell, fweet Nell, if thou doft 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 laft Breathing in this mortal world! My troublous dreams this night do make me fad. Elean. What dream'd my lord? tell me, and I'll requite it With fweet 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 th' Cardinal: And, on the pieces of the broken wand, Were plac'd the heads of Edmund Duke of Somerset, And William de la Pole firft Duke of Suffolk. This was the dream; what it doth bode, God knows. That he, that breaks a stick of Glofter's grove, But lift to me, my Humphry, my fweet Duke: In the Cathedral church of Weftminster, And in that Chair where Kings and Queens were crown'd; Where Henry and Marg'ret kneel'd to me, And on my head did fet the Diadem. Glo. Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright: And And wilt thou ftill be hammering treachery, Elean. What, what, my lord! are you fo cholerick Glo. Nay, be not angry, I am pleas'd again. Mef. My lord Protector, 'tis his Highness' pleasure, You do prepare to ride unto St. Albans, Whereas the King and Queen do mean to hawk. While Glo'fter bears this base and humble mind. Where are you there? Sir John; nay, fear not, man, Enter Hume. Hume. Jefus preferve your Royal Majefty! Elean. What fay'ft thou? Majefty? 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 conferr'd With Margery Fordan, the cunning witch; And Roger Bolingbrook the conjurer, And will they undertake to do me good? [nefs Hume. This they have promifed, to fhew your High A Spirit rais'd from depth of under-ground, Elean Elean. It is enough, I'll think upon the Questions: Here, Hume, take this reward; make merry, man, [Exit Eleanor. Hume. Hume muft make merry with the Dutchefs gold: Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch: And from the great and new-made Duke of Suffolk; They (knowing Dame Eleanor's afpiring humour) They fay, a crafty knave does need no broker; [Exit. SCENE changes to an Apartment in the Palace. Enter three or four Petitioners, Peter the Armourer's man Pet. M being one. Y mafters, let's ftand 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, Jefu blefs him! Enter Enter Suffolk, and Queen. 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, would'st any thing with me? 1 Pet. I pray, my lord, pardon me; I took ye for my lord Protector. Q. Mar. To my lord Protector. [reading] Are your fupplications to his lordship? let me fee them; what is thine? 1 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 from me. Suf. Thy wife too? that's fome wrong, indeed, What's yours? what's here? [Reads.] Against the Duke of Suffolk, for inclofing the Commons of Long Melford. How now, Sir Knave? 2 Pet Alas, Sir, I am but a poor petitioner of our whole Township. Suf. [reads.] Against my mafter, Thomas Horner, for faying, that the Duke of York was rightful heir to the Crown. Q. Mar. What! did the Duke of York fay, he was rightful heir to the Crown? Peter. That my mistress was? no, forfooth; my mafter faid, that he was; and that the King was an ufurper. Suf. Who is there? -Take this fellow in, and fend for his mafter with a pursuivant, presently; we'll hear more of your matter before the King. [Exit Peter guarded. Q. Mar. And as for you, that love to be protected Under the wings of our Protector's Grace, Begin your fuits anew, and fue to him. [Tears the fupplications. Away base cullions: Suffolk, let them go. [Exeunt Petitioners. Q. Mar Q. Mar. My lord of Suffolk, fay, is this the guife? To number Ave Maries on his beads; Suf Madam, be patient; as I was the cause Q. Mar. Befide the proud Protector, have we Beauford Suf. And he of these, that can do most of all, Cannot do more in England than the Nevills; Salisb'ry and Warwick are no fimple Peers. Q. Mar. Not all these lords do vex me half fo much, As that proud Dame, the lord Protector's wife: She fweeps it through the Court with troops of ladies. More like an Empress than Duke Humphry's wife. Strangers in Court do take her for the Queen; She bears a Duke's revenues on her back, And in her heart fhe fcorns our poverty. Shall |