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Watch thou, and wake, when others be asleep,
Till Henry, surfeiting in joys of love,
With his new bride, and England's dear-bought queen,
Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose,
With whose sweet smell the air shall be perfum'd,
To grapple with the house of Lancaster;
And, force perforce, I'll make him yield the crown,
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,
Why doth the great duke Humphrey knit his brows,
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,
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, it 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.
Duch. What, what, my lord! are you so choleric
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, 't is his highness' pleasure,
You do prepare to ride unto St. Alban's,
Whereas the king and queen do mean to hawk.
Glo. I go.
[Exeunt GLOSTER and Messenger.
Duch. Yes, my good lord, I'll follow presently.
Follow I must; I cannot go before,
While Gloster bears this base and humble mind.
I would remove these tedious stumbling-blocks,
To play my part in fortune's pageant.
Where are you there? Sir John! nay, fear not, man,
Hume. Jesus 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.
Duch. It is enough: I'll think upon the questions.
When from Saint Alban's 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.
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:
They, knowing dame Eleanor's aspiring humour,
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.
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.
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 pro
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 house, and lands, and wife and all, from me.
Suf. Thy wife too! that is some wrong indeed. your's? What's here? [Reads.] "Against the duke of Suffolk, for enclosing the commons of Melford." - How now, sir knave? 2 Pet. Alas! Sir, I am but a poor petitioner of our whole township.
Peter. [Presenting his Petition.] Against my master, Thomas Horner, for saying, that the duke of York was rightful heir to the crown?
Q. Mar. What say'st thou? Did the duke of York say, he was rightful heir to the crown.
Pet. That my master was? No, forsooth: my master said, that he was; and that the king was an usurper.
Suf. Who is there? [Enter Servants.] — Take this fellow in, and send for his master with a pursuivant presently. more of your matter before the king.
[Exeunt Servants with PETER. Q. Mar. And as for you, that love to be protected
Under the wings of our protector's grace,
Begin your suits anew, and sue to him.
Away, base cullions! — Suffolk, let them go.
All. Come, let's be gone.
[Tears the Petition.
Q. Mar. My lord of Suffolk, say, is this the guise,
Is this the fashion in the court of England?