[Exit. Well, fo it ftands; and thus I fear at laft, ! Hume's Knavery will be the Dutchess's Wrack, And her Attainture will be Humphry's Fall: Sort how it will, I fhall have Gold for all. Enter three or four Petitioners, the Armorer's Man being one '1 Pet. My Masters, let's stand close, my Lord Protector will come this way by and by, and then we may deliver r our Supplications in the Quill. 2 Pet. Marry, the Lord protect him, for he's a good Man, Jefu blefs him. Enter Suffolk, and Queen. 1 Pet. Here a comes methinks, and the Queen with him: I'll be the first fure. 2 Pet. Come back, fool, this is the Duke of Suffolk, and not my Lord Protector, Suff. How now, Fellow; would't any thing with me? 1 Pet. I pray, my Lord, pardon me, I took ye for my Lord Protector. 2. Mar. To my Lord Protector? [reading] Are your Supplications to his Lordship? let me fee them; what is thine? 1 Pet. Mine is, and't please your Grace, against John Goodman, my Lord Cardinal's Man, for keeping my House, and Lands, and Wife, and all from me. A Suf. Thy Wife too? That's fome wrong indeed. What's yours? What's here? [Reads] Against the Duke of Suffolk, for inclofing the Commons of Melford. How now, Sir Knave? 2 Pet. Alas, Sir, I am but a poor Petitioner of our whole Township. 3 Pet. Against my Mafter, Thomas Horner, for faying, That the Duke of York was rightful Heir to the Crown. 2 Mar. What fay'ft thou? did the Duke of York say, he was reightful Heir to the Crown? 3 Pet. That my Mistress was? No, forfooth; my Mafter faid, that he was; and that the King was an Ufurper. Suf. Who is there? Enter Servant. Take this Fellow in, and fend for his Mafter with a Pur fuivant presently; we'll hear more of your Matter before the King. M 3 [Exit Serv. 2 Mar . Mar. And as for you that love to be protected Under the Wings of our Protector's Grace, Begin your Suits anew, and fue to him. [Tears the Supplications. Away, bafe Cullions: Suffolk, let them go. All. Come, let's be gone. [Exeunt. Q. Mar. My Lord of Suffolk, fay, is this the guife? Is this the Fashion in the Court of England? Suf. Madam, be patient; as I was the caufe Q.Mar. Befide the haughty Protector, have we Beauford, Suf. And he of thefe that can do most of all, Cannot do more in England, than the Nevils; Salisbury and Warwick are no fimple Peers. 2. Mar. Not all thefe Lords do vex me half so much, As As that proud Dame, the Lord Protector's Wife: Yet muft we join with him, and with the Lords, So one by one we'll weed them all at last, Enter King Henry, Duke Humphry, Cardinal, Buckingham, K. Henry 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 deny'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 fpeak. M4 Sal. Peace, Son; and fhew fome reafon, Buckingham, Why Somerset fhould be preferr'd in this? 2. Mar. Because the King forfooth will have it fo. To give this Cenfure: These are no Woman's Matters. Glo. Madam I am Protector of the Realm, Suf. Refign it then, and leave thine Infolence. Car. The Commons haft thou rack'd, the Clergy's Bags Are lank and lean with thy Extortions. Som. Thy fumptuous Buildings, and thy Wife's Attire, Have coft a mafs of publick Treafure. Buck. Thy cruelty in Execution Upon Offenders hath exceeded Law, too 2. Mar. Thy fale of Offices and Towns in France, If they were known, as the fufpect is great, Would make thee quickly hop without thy Head... [Exit Glo. Give me my Fan; what, Minion, can ye not? [She gives the Duschefs a box on the Ear. I cry you mercy, Madam; was it you? Elean. Was't I? yea, I it was, proud French woman: Could I come near your Beauty with my Nails, I could fet my Ten Commandments in your Face. K Henry. Sweet Aunt, be quiet, 'twas against her Will. Elean. Againft her Will, good King? look to't in time, She'll hamper thee, and dandle thee like a Baby: Though in this place moft Master wears no Breeches, She fhall not strike Dame Eleanor unrevenged. [Exit Eleanor. Buck. Lord Cardinal, I will follow Eleanor, And liften after Humphry, how he proceeds: She's She's tickled now, her Fume can need no fpurs, Enter Humphry. [Exit Buckingham. Glo. Now, Lords, my Choler being over-blown, Peace? (these? |