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First Petit. 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 some wrong indeed. What's yours? What's here! Against the Duke of Suffolk, for enclosing the commons of Melford. How now, sir knave!
Second Petit. Alas! sir, I am but a poor petitioner of our whole township.
Peter. Against my master, Thomas Horner, for saying that the Duke of York was rightful heir to the crown.
Q. Mar. What sayest thou? did the Duke of York say he was rightful heir to the crown? Peter. That my master was? No, forsooth: my master said that he was, and that the king was an usurper.
Suf. Who is there?
Strangers in court do take her for the queen:
Suf. Madam, myself have lim'd a bush for her,
Take this fellow in, and send for his master with a pursuivant presently. We'll hear more of your matter before the king.
Exeunt Servants with PETER.
All. Come, let's be gone. Exeunt Petitioners.
Is this the fashion in the court of England?
As that proud dame, the lord protector's wife: She sweeps it through the court with troops of ladies,
More like an empress than Duke Humphrey's wife.
Suf. Madam, be patient; as I was cause Your highness came to England, so will I 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
Suf. 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.
Q. Mar. Not all these lords do vex me half so much
Sound a sennet. Enter King HENRY, YORK, and
War. Warwick may live to be the best of all.
Why Somerset should be preferr'd in this.
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 demcan'd himself in
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, Dispute not that: York is the worthier.
Car. Ambitious Warwick, let thy betters speak.
Glou. Madam, the king is old enough himself To give his censure: these are no women's matters. Q. Mar. If he be old enough, what needs your grace
To be protector of his excellence?
Glou. Madam, I am protector of the realm, And at his pleasure will resign my place.
Suf. Resign it then and leave thine insolence. Since thou wert king, as who is king but thou! The commonwealth hath daily run to wreck; The Dauphin hath prevail'd beyond the seas; And all the peers and nobles of the realm Have been as bondmen to thy sovereignty.
Car. The commons hast thou rack'd; the clergy's bags
Are lank and lean with thy extortions.
Have cost a mass of public treasury.
Q. Mar. Thy sale of offices and towns in France,
Glou. Now, lords, my choler being over-blown
Suf. Before we make election, give me leave
York. I'll tell thee, Suffolk, why I am unmeet:
War. That can I witness; and a fouler fact
Enter HORNER the Armourer, and his man
Suf. Because here is a man accus'd of treason: Pray God the Duke of York excuse himself! 180 York. Doth any one accuse York for a traitor? K. Hen. What mean'st thou, Suffolk? Tell me, what are these?
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. 191
Pet. By these ten bones, my lords, 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,
Glou. Sirrah, or yon must fight or else be hang'd. -K. Hen. Away with them to prison; and the day
Of combat shall be the last of the next month. 160 Come, Somerset, we'll see thee sent away. Flourish. Exeunt.
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 Was rightful heir unto the English crown,
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 otherday, 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? Glou. This doom, my lord, if I may judge: Let Somerset be regent o'er the French, Because in York this breeds suspicion; And let these have a day appointed them For single combat in convenient place ; For he hath witness of his servant's malice. This is the law, and this Duke Humphrey's doom. Som. I humbly thank your royal majesty. 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.
Enter MARGERY JOURDAIN, HUME, SOUTH-
Hume. Come, my masters; the duchess, I tell you, expects performance of your promises. Boling. Master Hume, we are therefore provided. Will her ladyship behold and hear our. exorcisms?
Hume. Ay; what else? fear you not her courage.
Suf. Peace, headstrong Warwick!
Boling. I have heard her reported to be a woman of an invincible spirit: but it shall be War. Image of pride, why should I hold my aloft while we be busy below; and so, convenient, Master Hume, that you be by her peace?
you, go, in God's name, and leave us.
SCENE IV.-The Same. The Duke of GLOU
Exit HUME. Mother Jourdain, be you prostrate, and grovel on the earth; John Southwell, read you; and let us to our work.
Enter DUCHESS aloft, HUME following. Duch. Well said, my masters, and welcome all. To this gear the sooner the better.
Boling. Patience, good lady; wizards know their times:
Deep night, dark night, the silent of the night,
The time when screech-owls cry, and ban-dogs | Why, this is just howl,
And spirits walk, and ghosts break up their
That time best fits the work we have in hand.
make the circle; BOLINGBROKE or
M. Jourd. Asmath!
By the eternal God, whose name and power
For till thou speak thou shalt not pass from
Spir. Ask what thou wilt. That I had said
Boling. First, of the king: what shall of him
Beldam, I think we watch'd you at an inch.
Are deeply indebted for this piece of pains :
Injurious duke, that threatest where's no cause. Buck. True, madam, none at all. What call you this?
Away with them! let them be clapp'd up close, And kept asunder. You, madam, shall with us: Stafford, take her to thee.
Exeunt above DUCHESS and HUME, We'll see your trinkets here all forthcoming. guarded. All, away! Excunt Guard, with SOUTHWELL, BOLINGBROKE, etc. York. Lord Buckingham, methinks you watch'd her well:
A pretty plot, well chosen to build upon !
The duke yet lives that Henry shall depose;
Aio te, Eacida, Romanos vincere posse. Well, to the rest :
Tell me what fate awaits the Duke of Suffolk?
Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains
Than where castles mounted stand.
Come, come, my lords; these oracles
With him the husband of this lovely lady: Thither go these news as fast as horse can carry. them:
A sorry breakfast for my lord protector.
To be the post, in hope of his reward. York. At your pleasure, my good lord. Who's within there, ho!
Enter a Servingman.
Invite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick To sup with me to-morrow night. Away!
SCENE I.-Saint Alban's.
Enter King HENRY, Queen MARGARET, GLOU CESTER, Cardinal BEAUFORT, and SUFFOLK, with Falconers hollaing.
Q. Mar. Believe me, lords, for flying at the brook, I saw not better sport these seven years' day: Yet, by your leave, the wind was very high, And, ten to one, old Joan had not gone out.
K. Hen. But what a point, my lord, your And what a pitch she flew above the rest! falcon made, To see how God in all his creatures works! Yea, man and birds are fain of climbing high.
Suf. No marvel, an it like your majesty, My lord protector's hawks do tower so well; 1 They know their master loves to be aloft, And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch. That mounts no higher than a bird can soar. Glou. My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind Car. I thought as much; he'd be above the clouds.
Glou. Ay, my lord cardinal? how think you by that?
Were it not good your grace could fly to heaven! K. Hen. The treasury of everlasting joy.
Car. Thy heaven is on earth; thine eyes and thoughts
Why, as you, my lord; An't like your lordly lord-protectorship. Glou. Why, Suffolk, England knows thine insolence.
Q. Mar. And thy ambition, Gloucester. K. Hen. I prithee, peace, Good queen, and whet not on these furious peers; For blessed are the peacemakers on earth. Car. Let me be blessed for the peace I make Against this proud protector with my sword. Glou. Aside to the Cardinal. Faith, holy uncle, would 'twere come to that!
Car. Aside to GLOUCESTER. Marry, when thou darest.
Glou. Aside to the Cardinal. Make up no factious numbers for the matter;
In thine own person answer thy abuse.
Car. Aside to GLOUCESTER. Ay, where thou dar'st not peep: an if thou dar'st, This evening on the east side of the grove. K. Hen. How now, my lords! Car. Believe me, cousin Gloucester, Had not your man put up the fowl so suddenly, We had had more sport. Aside to GLOUCESTER. Come with thy two-hand sword.
Glou. True, uncle.
K. Hen. Where wert thou born? Simp. At Berwick in the north, an 't like your grace.
K. Hen. Poor soul! God's goodness hath been great to thee:
Let never day nor night unhallow'd pass.
Or of devotion, to this holy shrine?
Simp. God knows, of pure devotion; being call'd
A hundred times and oftener in my sleep,
Car. Aside to GLOUCESTER. Are ye advis'd? Come, offer at my shrine, and I will help thee.' the east side of the grove.
Glou. Aside to the Cardinal. Cardinal, I am with you.
K. Hen. Why, how now, uncle Gloucester ! Glou. Talking of hawking; nothing else, my lord.
Aside to the Cardinal. Now, by God's mother, priest, I'll shave your crown
For this, or all my fence shall fail.
Car. Aside to GLOUCESTER. Medice, teipsum--Protector, see to 't well, protect yourself.
K. Hen. The winds grow high; so do your stomachs, lords.
How irksome is this music to my heart!
Enter One, crying ‘A miracle!'
Glou. What means this noise?
Suf. Come to the king and tell him what
One. Forsooth, a blind man at Saint Alban's shrine,
Within this half hour hath receiv'd his sight; A man that ne'er saw in his life before.
K. Hen. Now, God be prais'd, that to believing souls
Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair!
Enter the Mayor of Saint Alban's and his Brethren;
and SIMPCOX, borne between two persons in a chair; his Wife and a great multitude following. Car. Here comes the townsmen on procession, To present your highness with the man.
K. Hen. Great is his comfort in this earthly vale,
Although by his sight his sin be multiplied. 70 Glou. Stand by, my masters; bring him near the king:
His highness' pleasure is to talk with him,
Wife. Most true, forsooth; and many time and oft
Myself have heard a voice to call him so.
Glou. Nor bis?
Simp. No, indeed, master.
Glou. What's thine own name?
Glou. Then, Saunder, sit there, the lyingest kuave in Christendom. If thou hadst been born blind, thou might'st as well have known all our hames as thus to name the several colours we do wear. Sight may distinguish of colours, but suddenly to nominate them all, it is impossible. My lords, Saint Alban here hath done a miracle; and would ye not think his cunning to be great, that could restore this cripple to his legs again? Simp. O master, that you could!
132 Glou. My masters of Saint Alban's, have you not beadles in your town, and things called whips?
May. Yes, my lord, if it please your grace. Glou. Then send for one presently. May. Sirrah, go fetch the beadle hither straight. Exit an Attendant. Glou. Now fetch me a stool hither by and by. Now, sirrah, if you mean to save yourself from whipping, leap me over this stool and run away. Simp. Alas! master, I am not able to stand alone :
You go about to torture me in vain.
Re-enter Attendant, and a Beadle with a whip. Glou. Well, sir, we must have you find your legs. Sirrah beadle, whip him till he leap over that same stool.
Bead. I will, my lord. Come on, sirrah; off with your doublet quickly.
Simp. Alas! master, what shall I do? I am not able to stand.
After the Beadle hath hit him once, he leaps over the stool and runs away; and they follow and cry, A miracle!' K. Hen. O God! seest thou this, and bearest so long?
Q. Mar. It made me laugh to see the villain
Glou. Follow the knave; and take this drab away.
Wife. Alas! sir, we did it for pure need. Glou. Let them be whipped through every market-town till they come to Berwick, from whence they came. Exeunt Mayor, Beadle, Wife, etc. Car. Duke Humphrey has done a miracle to-day.
Suf. True; made the lame to leap and fly away. Glou. But you have done more miracles than Ï; You made in a day, my lord, whole towns to fly. Enter BUCKINGHAM.
K. Hon. What tidings with our cousin Buckingham?
And other of your highness' privy council,
'Tis like, my lord, you will not keep your hour. Glou. Ambitious churchman, leave to afflict my heart:
Buck. Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold. A sort of naughty persons, lewdly bent, Under the countenance and confederacy Of Lady Eleanor, the protector's wife, The ringleader and head of all this rout, Have practis'd dangerously against your state, Dealing with witches and with conjurers: 170 Whom we have apprehended in the fact; Raising up wicked spirits from underground, Demanding of King Henry's life and death,
Sorrow and grief have vanquish'd all my powers;
K. Hen. O God! what mischiefs work the wicked ones,
Heaping confusion on their own heads thereby. Q. Mar. Gloucester, see here the tainture of thy nest,
And look thyself be faultless, thou wert best.
Edward the Third, my lords, had seven sons: 1
The second, William of Hatfield; and the third,
William of Windsor was the seventh and last.
Till Henry Bolingbroke, Duke of Lancaster, The eldest son and heir of John of Gaunt, Crown'd by the name of Henry the Fourth, Seiz'd on the realm, depos'd the rightful king,