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  • Title: Henry VI, Part 2 (Folio 1, 1623)

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    Henry VI, Part 2 (Folio 1, 1623)

    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,
    Gazing on that which seemes to dimme thy sight?
    280What seest thou there? King Henries Diadem,
    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,
    And neuer more abase our sight so low,
    As to vouchsafe one glance vnto the ground.
    290Hum. O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost loue thy Lord,
    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
    With sweet rehearsall of my mornings dreame?
    Hum. Me thought this staffe mine Office-badge in
    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,
    That he that breakes a sticke of Glosters groue,
    Shall loose his head for his presumption.
    But list to me my Humfrey, my sweete Duke:
    310Me thought I sate in Seate of Maiesty,
    In the Cathedrall Church of Westminster,
    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.
    315Hum. Nay Elinor, then must I chide outright:
    Presumptuous Dame, ill-nurter'd Elianor,
    Art thou not second Woman in the Realme?
    And the Protectors wife belou'd of him?
    Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command,
    320Aboue the reach or compasse of thy thought?
    And wilt thou still be hammering Treachery,
    To tumble downe thy husband, and thy selfe,
    From top of Honor, to Disgraces feete?
    Away from me, and let me heare no more.
    325Elia. What, what, my Lord? Are you so chollericke
    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.
    330Enter Messenger.
    Mess. My Lord Protector, 'tis his Highnes pleasure,
    You do prepare to ride vnto S. Albons,
    Where as the King and Queene do meane to Hawke.
    Hu. I go. Come Nel thou wilt ride with vs? Ex. Hum
    335Eli. Yes my good Lord, Ile follow presently.
    Follow I must, I cannot go before,
    While Gloster beares this base and humble minde.
    Were I a Man, a Duke, and next of blood,
    I would remoue these tedious stumbling blockes,
    340And smooth my way vpon their headlesse neckes.
    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.
    345Hume. Iesus preserue your Royall Maiesty.
    Elia. What saist thou? Maiesty: I am but Grace.
    Hume. But by the grace of God, and Humes aduice,
    Your Graces Title shall be multiplied.
    Elia. What saist thou man? Hast thou as yet confer'd
    350With Margerie Iordane the cunning Witch,
    With Roger Bollingbrooke the Coniurer?
    And will they vndertake to do me good?
    Hume. This they haue promised to shew your Highnes
    A Spirit rais'd from depth of vnder ground,
    The second Part of Henry the Sixt.123
    355That shall make answere to such Questions,
    As by your Grace shall be propounded him.
    Elianor. It is enough, Ile thinke vpon the Questions:
    When from Saint Albones we doe make returne,
    Wee'le see these things effected to the full.
    360Here Hume, take this reward, make merry man
    With thy Confederates in this weightie cause.
    Exit Elianor.
    Hume. Hume must make merry with the Duchesse Gold:
    Marry and shall: but how now, Sir Iohn Hume?
    365Seale vp your Lips, and giue no words but Mum,
    The businesse asketh silent secrecie.
    Dame Elianor giues Gold, to bring the Witch:
    Gold cannot come amisse, were she a Deuill.
    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)
    Haue hyred me to vnder-mine the Duchesse,
    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.
    380Well, so it stands: and thus I feare at last,
    Humes Knauerie will be the Duchesse Wracke,
    And her Attainture, will be Humphreyes fall:
    Sort how it will, I shall haue Gold for all. Exit.