Henry VI, Part 2 (Folio 1, 1623)
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The second Part of Henry the Sixt.
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¶As by your Grace shall be propounded him.
¶When from Saint Albones we doe make returne,
360Here Hume, take this reward, make merry man
¶With thy Confederates in this weightie cause.
¶
Exit Elianor.
¶Marry and shall: but how now, Sir Iohn Hume?
365Seale vp your Lips, and giue no words but Mum,
¶Dame Elianor giues Gold, to bring the Witch:
¶Yet haue I Gold flyes from another Coast:
370I dare not say, from the rich Cardinall,
¶And from the great and new-made Duke of Suffolke;
¶Yet I doe finde it so: for to be plaine,
¶They (knowing Dame Elianors aspiring humor)
375And buzze these Coniurations in her brayne.
¶They say, A craftie Knaue do's need no Broker,
¶Yet am I Suffolke and the Cardinalls Broker.
¶Hume, if you take not heed, you shall goe neere
¶To call them both a payre of craftie Knaues.
¶And her Attainture, will be Humphreyes fall:
¶Sort how it will, I shall haue Gold for all.
Exit.
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Enter three or foure Petitioners, the Armorers
385Man being one.
¶tector will come this way by and by, and then wee may
¶deliuer our Supplications in the Quill.
¶2. Pet. Marry the Lord protect him, for hee's a good
¶
Enter Suffolke, and Queene.
¶Peter. Here a comes me thinkes, and the Queene with
¶2. Pet. Come backe foole, this is the Duke of Suffolk,
395and not my Lord Protector.
¶1. Pet. I pray my Lord pardon me, I tooke ye for my
¶Lord Protector.
¶Queene. To my Lord Protector? Are your Supplica-
¶Goodman, my Lord Cardinals Man, for keeping my House,
¶and Lands, and Wife and all, from me.
405What's yours? What's heere? Against the Duke of
¶Suffolke, for enclosing the Commons of Melforde. How
¶now, Sir Knaue?
¶2. Pet. Alas Sir, I am but a poore Petitioner of our
¶whole Towneship.
¶That the Duke of Yorke was rightfull Heire to the
¶Crowne.
¶say, hee was rightfull Heire to the Crowne?
¶Suff. Who is there?
¶
Enter Seruant.
420uant presently: wee'le heare more of your matter before
¶the King.
Exit.
¶Queene. And as for you that loue to be protected
¶Vnder the Wings of our Protectors Grace,
¶Begin your Suites anew, and sue to him.
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Teare the Supplication.
¶Away, base Cullions: Suffolke let them goe.
¶Is this the Fashions in the Court of England?
430Is this the Gouernment of Britaines Ile?
¶And this the Royaltie of Albions King?
¶Am I a Queene in Title and in Stile,
435And must be made a Subiect to a Duke?
¶I tell thee Poole, when in the Citie Tours
¶Thou ran'st a-tilt in honor of my Loue,
¶I thought King Henry had resembled thee,
440In Courage, Courtship, and Proportion:
¶To number Aue-Maries on his Beades:
¶His Champions, are the Prophets and Apostles,
¶His Weapons, holy Sawes of sacred Writ,
445His Studie is his Tilt-yard, and his Loues
¶Are brazen Images of Canonized Saints.
¶I would the Colledge of the Cardinalls
¶Would chuse him Pope, and carry him to Rome,
¶And set the Triple Crowne vpon his Head;
¶In England worke your Graces full content.
455The imperious Churchman; Somerset, Buckingham,
¶But can doe more in England then the King.
¶Cannot doe more in England then the Neuils:
¶As that prowd Dame, the Lord Protectors Wife:
¶She sweepes it through the Court with troups of Ladies,
465Strangers in Court, doe take her for the Queene:
¶She beares a Dukes Reuenewes on her backe,
¶Shall I not liue to be aueng'd on her?
470She vaunted 'mongst her Minions t'other day,
¶The very trayne of her worst wearing Gowne,
¶Was better worth then all my Fathers Lands,
¶Till Suffolke gaue two Dukedomes for his Daughter.
475And plac't a Quier of such enticing Birds,
¶And neuer mount to trouble you againe.
¶For I am bold to counsaile you in this;
480Although we fancie not the Cardinall,
¶Yet must we ioyne with him and with the Lords,
¶Till we haue brought Duke Humphrey in disgrace.
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