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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. What 's 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. — We'll hear 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. [T'ears the Petition. Away, base cullions! – Suffolk, let them go. All. Come, let's be gone.
[Exeunt Petitioners. Q. Mar. My lord of Suffolk, say, is this the guise, Is this the fashion in the court of England? Is this the government of Britain's isle, And this the royalty of Albion's king? What! shall king Henry be a pupil still, Under the surly Gloster's governance? Am I a queen in title and in style, And must be made a subject to a duke? I tell thee, Poole, when in the city Tours Thou ran'st a tilt in honour of my love, And stol'st away the ladies' hearts of France, I thought king Henry had resembled thee, In courage, courtship, and proportion;
But all his mind is bent to holiness,
Suf. Madam, be patient: as I was cause
l. Mar. Beside the haughty protector, have we Beaufort,
Suf. And he of these that can do most of all,
Q. Mar. Not all these lords do vex me half so much,
Suf. Madam, myself have lim’d a bush for her;
So, let her rest; and, Madam, list to me,
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 dénay'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.
Glo. 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?
Glo. 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,
Car. The commons hast thou rack’d; the clergy's bags
Som. Thy sumptuous buildings, and thy wife 's attire,
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!
[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:
K. Hen Sweet aunt, be quiet: 't was against her will.
Duch. Against her will! Good king, look to 't in time;
Buck. Lord Cardinal, I will follow Eleanor,
can you not?
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 upmeet.
War. That can I witness; and a fouler fact
Image of pride, why should I hold my peace ?
Suf. Because here a man accus'd of treason:
York. Doth any one accuse York for a traitor?
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 yillain. Pet. By these ten bones, my lords, [Holding up his hands.]