Henry VI, Part 2 (Folio 1, 1623)
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Enter Duke Humfrey and his wife Elianor.
¶Elia. Why droopes my Lord like ouer-ripen'd Corn,
275Hanging the head at Ceres plenteous load?
¶Why doth the Great Duke Humfrey knit his browes,
¶As frowning at the Fauours of the world?
¶Why are thine eyes fixt to the sullen earth,
¶Inchac'd with all the Honors of the world?
¶If so, Gaze on, and grouell on thy face,
¶Vntill thy head be circled with the same.
¶Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious Gold.
285What, is't too short? Ile lengthen it with mine,
¶And hauing both together heau'd it vp,
¶Wee'l both together lift our heads to heauen,
¶As to vouchsafe one glance vnto the ground.
¶Banish the Canker of ambitious thoughts:
¶And may that thought, when I imagine ill
¶Against my King and Nephew, vertuous Henry,
¶Be my last breathing in this mortall world.
295My troublous dreames this night, doth make me sad.
¶Eli. What dream'd my Lord, tell me, and Ile requite it
¶ Court
300Was broke in twaine: by whom, I haue forgot,
¶But as I thinke, it was by'th Cardinall,
¶And on the peeces of the broken Wand
¶Were plac'd the heads of Edmond Duke of Somerset,
¶And William de la Pole first Duke of Suffolke.
305This was my dreame, what it doth bode God knowes.
¶Eli. Tut, this was nothing but an argument,
¶And in that Chaire where Kings & Queens wer crownd,
¶Where Henrie and Dame Margaret kneel'd to me,
¶And on my head did set the Diadem.
¶Presumptuous Dame, ill-nurter'd Elianor,
¶Art thou not second Woman in the Realme?
¶And the Protectors wife belou'd of him?
¶And wilt thou still be hammering Treachery,
¶From top of Honor, to Disgraces feete?
¶Away from me, and let me heare no more.
¶With Elianor, for telling but her dreame?
¶Next time Ile keepe my dreames vnto my selfe,
¶And not be check'd.
¶Hum. Nay be not angry, I am pleas'd againe.
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Enter Messenger.
¶You do prepare to ride vnto S. Albons,
¶Where as the King and Queene do meane to Hawke.
¶Follow I must, I cannot go before,
¶Were I a Man, a Duke, and next of blood,
¶And being a woman, I will not be slacke
¶To play my part in Fortunes Pageant.
¶Where are you there? Sir Iohn; nay feare not man,
¶We are alone, here's none but thee, & I.
Enter Hume.
¶Hume. But by the grace of God, and Humes aduice,
¶Your Graces Title shall be multiplied.
350With Margerie Iordane the cunning Witch,
¶With Roger Bollingbrooke the Coniurer?
¶And will they vndertake to do me good?
¶A Spirit rais'd from depth of vnder ground,
¶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.
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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.
