SCENE 1. London. A Room of State in the Palace. Flourish of Trumpets: then Hautboys. Enter, on one side, King Henry, Duke of Gloster, Salisbury, Warwick, and Cardinal Beaufort; on the other, Queen Margaret, led in by Suffolk; York, Somerset, Buckingham, and others, following. Suffolk. AS by your high imperial majesty I had in charge at my depart for France, As procurator to your excellence, To marry princess Margaret for your grace; So, in the famous ancient city, Tours, In presence of the kings of France and Sicil, The dukes of Orleans, Calaber, Bretaigne, and Alençon, Seven earls, twelve barons, and twenty reverend bishops, I have perform'd my task, and was espous'd: | And humbly now upon my bended knee, In sight of England and her lordly peers, To your most gracious hands, that are the sub stance Of that great shadow I did represent; [life, Suffolk, arise.-Welcome, queen Margaret: I can express no kinder sign of love, Than this kind kiss.- O Lord! that lends me Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness; For thou hast given me, in this beauteous face, A world of earthly blessings to my soul, If sympathy of love unite our thoughts. Queen Margaret. Great king of England, and my gracious lord, The mutual conference that my mind hath had By day, by night, waking, and in my dreams, In courtly company, or at my beads, With you mine alderlievest sovereign, Makes me the bolder to salute my king With ruder terms, such as my wit affords, And over-joy of heart doth minister. King And no great friend, I fear me, to the king. Clapping their hands, and crying with loud voice Somerset. Cousin of Buckingham, though Humphrey's pride, And greatness of his place be grief to us, Or thou, or I, Somerset, will be protector, Pride went before, ambition follows him. While these do labour for their own preferment, Behoves it us to labour for the realm. 1 never saw but Humphrey, duke of Gloster, Join we together, for the public good, Warwick. Unto the main? O father! Maine is lost; That Maine, which by main force Warwick did win, And would have kept, so long as breath did last : Main chance, father, you meant; but I meant Maine, Which I will win from France, or else be slain. [Exeunt Warwick and Salisbury. York. Paris is lost: the state of Normandy I cannot blame them all: what is't to them? And purchase friends, and give to courtezans, Bear that proportion to my flesh and blood, A day will come when York shall claim his own; And, when I spy advantage, claim the crown, [queen, And in my standard bear the arms of York, crown, Whose bookish rule hath pull'd fair England Exit. What seest thou there? king Henry's diadem, O Nell! sweet Nell, if thou dost love thy lord, Duchess What dream'd my lord? tell me, and I'll requite it With sweet rehearsal of my morning's dream. Gloster. Methought, this staff, mine office-badge in court, Was broke in twain: by whom, I have forgot, Duchess. 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, Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright. Hume must make merry with the duchess' gold, Marry, and shall. But how now, Sir John Hume! Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch: [Exit. SCENE 111. The same. A Room in the Palace. Enter Peter, and others, with Petitions. First Petitioner. My masters, let's stand close: my lord protector will come this way by and by, and then we may deliver our supplícations in the quill. Second Petitioner. Marry, the Lord protect him, for he's a good man! Jesu bless him! Enter Here 'a comes, methinks, and the queen with him. I'll be the first, sure. Second Petitioner. Would choose him pope, and carry him to Rome, Madam, be patient: as I was cause Come back, fool! this is the duke of Suffolk, Your highness came to England, so will I and not my lord protector. Suffolk. How now, fellow ! would'st any thing with me? I pray my lord, pardon me: I took ye for my lord protector. Queen Margaret. "To my lord protector!" are your supplications to his lordship? Let me see them. What is thine ? First Petitioner. 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. Suffolk Thy wife too! that is some wrong indeed. What's your's?. -What's here? [Reads.] Against the duke of Suffolk, for enclosing the commons of Melford."- How now, sir knave? Second Petitioner. 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. All. Come let's be gone. [Exeunt Petitioners. My lord of Suffolk, say, is this the guise, His champions are the prophets and apostles, In England work your grace's full content. Beside the haughty protector, have we BeauThe imperious churchman; Somerset, Buckfort, [ingham, And grumbling York: and not the least of these, But can do more in England than the king. Suffolk. And he of these that can do most of all, Cannot do more in England than the Nevils: Salisbury, and Warwick, are no simple peers. Queen Margaret. Not all these lords do vex me half so much, She sweeps it through the court with troops of As that proud dame, the lord protector's wife: More like an empress than duke Humphrey's ladies, [wife. Strangers in court do take her for the queen: She bears a duke's revenues on her back, And in her heart she scorns our poverty. Shall I not live to be aveng'd on her? Contemptuous base-born callat as she is, She vaunted 'mongst her minions t'other day, The very train of her worst wearing gown Was better worth than all my father's lands, Till Suffolk gave two dukedoms for his daughter. Suffolk Madam, myself have lim'd a bush for her; And plac'd a quire of such enticing birds, And never mount to trouble you again. That she will light to listen to the lays, So, let her rest; and, madam, list to me, For I am bold to counsel you in this. Although we fancy not the cardinal, Till we have brought duke Humphrey in disYet must we join with him, and with the lords, grace. As for the duke of York, this late complaint |