Looke to it Lords, let not his smoothing words Buc. Why should he then protect our Soveraigne ? He being of age to governe of himselfe. Exit Cardinall. Som. Cosin of Buckingham, though Humfries pride His insolence is more intollerable Then all the Princes in the Land beside, If Gloster be displac'd, hee'l be Protector. Buc. Or thou, or I Somerset will be Protectors, Despite Duke Humfrey, or the Cardinall. Exit Buckingham, and Somerset. Sal. Pride went before, Ambition followes him. While these do labour for their owne preferment, Behooves it us to labor for the Realme. I never saw but Humfrey Duke of Gloster, Did beare him like a Noble Gentleman : Oft have I seene the haughty Cardinall, More like a Souldier then a man o'th'Church, As stout and proud as he were Lord of all, Sweare like a Ruffian, and demeane himselfe Unlike the Ruler of a Common-weale. Warwicke my sonne, thy comfort of my age, Thy late exploits done in the heart of France, The pride of Suffolke, and the Cardinall, While they do tend the profit of the Land. War. So God helpe Warwicke, as he loves the Land, And common profit of his Countrey. Tor. And so sayes Yorke, That Maine, which by maine Force Warwicke did winne, Exit Warwicke, and Salisbury. Manet Torke. Stands on a tickle point, now they are gone : The Peeres agreed, and Henry was well pleas'd, To change two Dukedomes for a Dukes faire Daughter. 'Tis thine they give away, and not their owne. Pirates may make cheape penyworths of their pillage, Weepes over them, and wrings his haplesse hands, Anjou and Maine both given unto the French? A day will come, when Yorke shall claime his owne, Whose Church-like humors fits not for a Crowne. Watch thou, and wake when others be asleepe, To prie into the secrets of the State, Till Henrie surfetting in joyes of love, With his new Bride, & Englands deere bought Queen, Then will I raise aloft the Milke-white-Rose, And in my Standard beare the Armes of Yorke, And force perforce Ile make him yeeld the Crowne, Enter Duke Humfrey and his wife Elianor. Exit Torke. Elia. Why droopes my Lord like over-ripen'd Corn, Why are thine eyes fixt to the sullen earth, Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious Gold. Wee'l both together lift our heads to heaven, And never more abase our sight so low, As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground. Hum. O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost love thy Lord, Banish the Canker of ambitious thoughts: And may that thought, when I imagine ill Against my King and Nephew, vertuous Henry, Be my last breathing in this mortall world. My troublous dreames this night, doth make me sad. Eli. What dream'd my Lord, tell me, and Ile requite it With sweet rehearsall of my mornings dreame? Hum. Me thought this staffe mine Office-badge in Court Was broke in twaine: by whom, I have forgot, But as I thinke, it was by'th Cardinall, And on the peeces of the broken Wand Were plac'd the heads of Edmond Duke of Somerset, That he that breakes a sticke of Glosters grove, But list to me my Humfrey, my sweete Duke: In the Cathedrall Church of Westminster, And in that Chaire where Kings & Queens wer crownd, Hum. Nay Elinor, then must I chide outright: Elia. What, what, my Lord? Are you so chollericke With Elianor, for telling but her dreame? Next time Ile keepe my dreames unto my selfe, And not be check'd. Hum. Nay be not angry, I am pleas'd againe. Enter Messenger. Mess. My Lord Protector, 'tis his Highnes pleasure, You do prepare to ride unto S. Albons, Where as the King and Queene do meane to Hawke. Hu. I go, Come Nel thou wilt ride with us? Eli. Yes my good Lord, Ile follow presently, Follow I must, I cannot go before, Ex. Hum. |