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But all his mind is bent to holiness,
To number Ave-Maries on his beads:
His champions are the prophets and apostles;
Suf. Madam, be patient: as I was cause
In England work your grace's full content.
Q. Mar. Beside the haughty protector, have we Beaufort, The imperious churchman; Somerset, Buckingham,
And grumbling York: and not the least of these,
But can do more in England than the king.
Suf. And he of these that can do most of all,
Q. Mar. Not all these lords do vex me half so much,
She bears a duke's revenues on her back,
That she will light to listen to the lays,
And never mount to trouble you again.
So, let her rest; and, Madam, list to me,
Yet must we join with him, and with the lords,
So, one by one, we 'll weed them all at last,
And you yourself shall steer the happy helm.
Enter King HENRY, YORK, and SOMERSET; Duke and Duchess of GLOSTER, Cardinal BEAUFORT, BUCKINGHAM, SALISBURY, and WARWICK.
K. Hen. For my part, noble lords, I care not which;
Or Somerset, or York, all's one to me.
York. If York have ill demean'd himself in France,
Then let him be denay'd the regentship.
Som. If Somerset be unworthy of the place, Let York be regent; I will yield to him.
War. Whether your grace be worthy, yea, or no,
Car. Ambitious Warwick, let thy betters speak.
Sal. Peace, son!- and show some reason, Buckingham,
Why Somerset should be preferr'd in this.
Q. Mar. Because the king, forsooth, will have it so.
To give his censure. These are no women's matters.
Glo. Madam, I am protector of the realm,
And, at his pleasure, will resign my place.
Suf. Resign it, then, and leave thine insolence.
The Dauphin hath prevail'd beyond the seas,
Car. The commons hast thou rack'd; the clergy's bags
Som. Thy sumptuous buildings, and thy wife's attire, Have cost a mass of public treasury.
Buck. Thy cruelty, in execution
Q. Mar. Thy sale of offices, and towns in France,
[Exit GLOSTER. The Queen drops her Fan. Give me my fan: what, minion! can you not?
[Giving the Duchess a box on the ear.
I cry you mercy, Madam: was it you?
Duch. Was 't I? yea, I it was, proud French-woman: Could I come near your beauty with my nails,
I'd set my ten commandments in your face.
K. Hen Sweet aunt, be quiet: 't was against her will.
She 'll hamper thee, and dandle thee like a baby:
Buck. Lord Cardinal, I will follow Eleanor, And listen after Humphrey, how he proceeds: She's tickled now; her fume can need no spurs, She'll gallop far enough to her destruction. [Exit BUCKINGHAM.
Glo. Now, lords, my choler being over-blown
With walking once about the quadrangle,
I come to talk of commonwealth affairs.
As I in duty love my king and country.
Suf. Before we make election, give me leave
York. I'll tell thee, Suffolk, why I am unmeet.
Suf. Peace, headstrong Warwick!
War. Image of pride, why should I hold my peace?
Enter Servants of SUFFOLK, bringing in HORNER and PETER. Suf. Because here is a man accus'd of treason:
Pray God, the duke of York excuse himself!
York. Doth any one accuse York for a traitor?
K. Hen. What mean'st thou, Suffolk? tell me, what are these?
Suf. Please it your majesty, this is the man
That doth accuse his master of high treason.
His words were these: - that Richard, duke of York,
And that your majesty was an usurper.
K. Hen. Say, man, were these thy words?
Hor. An 't shall please your majesty, I never said nor thought any such matter. God is my witness, I am falsely accused by the villain.
Pet. By these ten bones, my lords, [Holding up his hands.]
he did speak them to me in the garret one night, as we were scouring my lord of York's armour.
York. Base dunghill villain, and mechanical,
Let him have all the rigour of the law.
Hor. Alas! my lord, hang me, if ever I spake the words. My accuser is my prentice; and when I did correct him for his fault the other day, he did vow upon his knees he would be even with me. I have good witness of this: therefore, I beseech your majesty, do not cast away an honest man for a villain's accusation. K. Hen. Uncle, what shall we say to this in law?
Glo. This doom, my lord, if I may judge.
Let Somerset be regent o'er the French,
Hor. And I accept the combat willingly.
Pet. Alas! my lord, I cannot fight: for God's sake, pity my
case! the spite of man prevaileth against me.
O, Lord have mercy upon me! I shall never be able to fight a blow. O Lord, my heart!
Glo. Sirrah, or you must fight or else be hang'd.
Of combat shall be the last of the next month.
The Same. The Duke of GLOSTER'S Garden.
Enter MARGERY JOURDAIN, HUME, SOUTHWELL, and
Hume. Come, my masters: the duchess, I tell you, expects
performance of your promises.