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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.

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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.

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[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?
Is this the Government of Britain's Ile?
And this the Royalty of Albion's King?
What, fhall King Henry be a Pupil still,
Under the furly Glo'fter's Governance?
Am I a Queen in Title and in Style,
And must be made a Subject to a Duke?
I tell thee, Pool, when in the City Tours
Thou ran'ft a Tilt in Honour of my Love,
And ftol'ft away the Ladies Hearts of France;
I thought King Henry had refembled thee,
In Courage, Courtship, and Proportion:
But all his Mind is bent to Holiness,
To number Ave Maries on his Beads:
His Champions are the Prophets and Apoftles,
His Weapons Holy Saws of facred Writ,
His Study is his Tilt-yard, and his Loves
Are brazen Images of Canonized Saints.
I would the College of the Cardinals
Would chufe him Pope, and carry him to Rome,
And fet the Triple Crown upon his Head;
That were a State fit for his Holiness.

Suf. Madam, be patient; as I was the caufe
Your Highness came to England, fo will I
In England work your Grace's full Content.

Q.Mar. Befide the haughty Protector, have we Beauford,
The imperious Churchman; Somerset, Buckingham,
And grumbling York; and not the least of these,
But can do more in England than the King.

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:
She fweeps it through the Court with troops of Ladies
More like an Emprefs, than Duke Humphry's Wife:
Strangers in Court do take her for the Queen;
She bears a Duke's Revenues on her Back,
And in her Heart fhe fcorns our Poverty:
Shall I not live to be aveng'd on her?
Contemptuous base-born Callot as she is,
She vaunted 'mongft 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,
Suf. Madam, my felf have lim'd a bufh for her,
And plac'd a Quire of fuck enticing Birds,
That she will light to liften to their Lays,
And never mount to trouble you again.
So let her reft; and, Madam, lift to me,
For I am bold to counfel you in this;
Although we fancy not the Cardinal,

Yet muft we join with him, and with the Lords,
'Till we have brought Duke Humphry in difgrace.
As for the Duke of York, this late Complaint
Will make but little for his benefit;

So one by one we'll weed them all at last,
And you your felf fhall fteer the happy Helm.

Enter King Henry, Duke Humphry, Cardinal, Buckingham,
York, Salisbury, Warwick, and the Dutchess.

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,
Difpute not that, York is the worthier.

Car. Ambitious Warwick, let thy Betters fpeak.
War. The Cardinal's not my Better in the Field.
Buck. All in this Prefence are thy Betters, Warwick.
War. Warwick may live to be the best of all.

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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.
Glo. Madam, the King is old enough himself

To give this Cenfure: These are no Woman'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 refign my place.

Suf. Refign it then, and leave thine Infolence.
Since thou wert King, as who is King, but thou?
The Commonwealth hath daily run to wrack.
The Dauphin hath prevail'd beyond the Seas,
And all the Peers and Nobles of the Realm
Have been as Bond-men to thy Sovereignty.

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
And left thee to the mercy of the Law.

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,
She'll gallop far enough to her Destruction.

Enter Humphry.

[Exit Buckingham.

Glo. Now, Lords, my Choler being over-blown,
With walking once about the Quadrangle,
I come to talk of Commonwealth Affairs.
As for your fpightful falfe Objections,
Prove them, and I lye open to the Law:
But God in mercy deal fo with my Soul,
As I in Duty love my King and Country.
But to the Matter that we have in hand:
I fay, my Sovereign, York is meetest Man
To be your Regent in the Realm of France..
Suf. Before we make Election, give me leave
To fhew fome Reason, of no little force,
That York is moft unmeet of any Man:
York. I'll tell thee; Suffolk, why I am unmeet;
First, for I cannot flatter thee in Pride;
Next, if I be appointed for the Place,
My Lord of Somerset will keep me here,
Without Discharge, Mony, or Furniture,
'Till France be won into the Dauphin's Hands.
Laft time I danc'd attendance on his will,
Till Paris ws befieg'd, famifh'd and loft.
War. That I can witness, and a fouler Fact
Did never Traitor in the Land commit.
Suf. Peace, head-ftrong Warwick.)
War. Image of Pride, why fhould I hold my

Peace?
Enter Horner the Armorer, and his Man Peter...
Suf. Because here is a Man accused of Treason,
Pray God the Duke of York excufe himself.
York. Doth any one accufe York. for a Traitor?
K. Henry. What mean'ft thou, Suffolk ? tell me, what are
Suf. Please it your Majefty, this is the Man
That doth accuse his Master of High Treafon:
His Words were thefe; That Richard Duke of York,
Was rightful Heir unto the English Crown,
And that your Majefty was an Ufurper.
K. Henry, Say, Man, were thefe thy Words

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