3861. Pet. My Masters, let's stand close, my Lord Pro-

387tector will come this way by and by, and then wee may

388deliuer our Supplications in the Quill.

3892. Pet. Marry the Lord protect him, for hee's a good

390man, Iesu blesse him.

392Peter. Here a comes me thinkes, and the Queene with

393him: Ile be the first sure.

3942. Pet. Come backe foole, this is the Duke of Suffolk,

395and not my Lord Protector.

396Suff. How now fellow: would'st any thing with me?

3971. Pet. I pray my Lord pardon me, I tooke ye for my

398Lord Protector.

399Queene. To my Lord Protector? Are your Supplica-

400tions to his Lordship? Let me see them: what is thine?

4011. Pet. Mine is, and't please your Grace, against Iohn

402Goodman, my Lord Cardinals Man, for keeping my House,

403and Lands, and Wife and all, from me.

404Suff. Thy Wife too? that's some Wrong indeede.

405What's yours? What's heere? Against the Duke of

406Suffolke, for enclosing the Commons of Melforde. How

407now, Sir Knaue?

4082. Pet. Alas Sir, I am but a poore Petitioner of our

409whole Towneship.

410Peter. Against my Master Thomas Horner, for saying,

411That the Duke of Yorke was rightfull Heire to the

412Crowne.

413Queene. What say'st thou? Did the Duke of Yorke

414say, hee was rightfull Heire to the Crowne?

415Peter. That my Mistresse was? No forsooth: my Master

416said, That he was, and that the King was an Vsurper.

417Suff. Who is there?

419Take this fellow in, and send for his Master with a Purse-

420uant presently: wee'le heare more of your matter before

421the King. Exit.

422Queene. And as for you that loue to be protected

423Vnder the Wings of our Protectors Grace,

424Begin your Suites anew, and sue to him.

426Away, base Cullions: Suffolke let them goe.

427All. Come, let's be gone. Exit.

428Queene. My Lord of Suffolke, say, is this the guise?

429Is this the Fashions in the Court of England?

430Is this the Gouernment of Britaines Ile?

431And this the Royaltie of Albions King?

432What, shall King Henry be a Pupill still,

433Vnder the surly Glosters Gouernance?

434Am I a Queene in Title and in Stile,

435And must be made a Subiect to a Duke?

436I tell thee Poole, when in the Citie Tours

437Thou ran'st a-tilt in honor of my Loue,

438And stol'st away the Ladies hearts of France;

439I thought King Henry had resembled thee,

440In Courage, Courtship, and Proportion:

441But all his minde is bent to Holinesse,

442To number Aue-Maries on his Beades:

443His Champions, are the Prophets and Apostles,

444His Weapons, holy Sawes of sacred Writ,

445His Studie is his Tilt-yard, and his Loues

446Are brazen Images of Canonized Saints.

447I would the Colledge of the Cardinalls

448Would chuse him Pope, and carry him to Rome,

449And set the Triple Crowne vpon his Head;

450That were a State fit for his Holinesse.

451Suff. Madame be patient: as I was cause

452Your Highnesse came to England, so will I

453In England worke your Graces full content.

454Queene. Beside the haughtie Protector, haue we Beauford

455The imperious Churchman; Somerset, Buckingham,

456And grumbling Yorke: and not the least of these,

457But can doe more in England then the King.

458Suff. And he of these, that can doe most of all,

459Cannot doe more in England then the Neuils:

460Salisbury and Warwick are no simple Peeres.

461Queene. Not all these Lords do vex me halfe so much,

462As that prowd Dame, the Lord Protectors Wife:

463She sweepes it through the Court with troups of Ladies,

464More like an Empresse, then Duke Humphreyes Wife:

465Strangers in Court, doe take her for the Queene:

466She beares a Dukes Reuenewes on her backe,

467And in her heart she scornes our Pouertie:

468Shall I not liue to be aueng'd on her?

469Contemptuous base-borne Callot as she is,

470She vaunted 'mongst her Minions t'other day,

471The very trayne of her worst wearing Gowne,

472Was better worth then all my Fathers Lands,

473Till Suffolke gaue two Dukedomes for his Daughter.

474Suff. Madame, my selfe haue lym'd a Bush for her,

475And plac't a Quier of such enticing Birds,

476That she will light to listen to the Layes,

477And neuer mount to trouble you againe.

478So let her rest: and Madame list to me,

479For I am bold to counsaile you in this;

480Although we fancie not the Cardinall,

481Yet must we ioyne with him and with the Lords,

482Till we haue brought Duke Humphrey in disgrace.

483As for the Duke of Yorke, this late Complaint

484Will make but little for his benefit:

485So one by one wee'le weed them all at last,

486And you your selfe shall steere the happy Helme. Exit.

491King. For my part, Noble Lords, I care not which,

492Or Somerset, or Yorke, all's one to me.

493Yorke. If Yorke haue ill demean'd himselfe in France,

494Then let him be denay'd the Regent-ship.

495Som. If Somerset be vnworthy of the Place,

496Let Yorke be Regent, I will yeeld to him.

497Warw. Whether your Grace be worthy, yea or no,

498Dispute not that, Yorke is the worthyer.

499Card. Ambitious Warwicke, let thy betters speake.

500Warw. The Cardinall's not my better in the field.

501Buck. All in this presence are thy betters, Warwicke.

502Warw. Warwicke may liue to be the best of all.

503Salisb. Peace Sonne, and shew some reason Buckingham

504Why Somerset should be preferr'd in this?

505Queene. Because the King forsooth will haue it so.

506Humf. Madame, the King is old enough himselfe

507To giue his Censure: These are no Womens matters.

508Queene. If he be old enough, what needs your Grace

509To be Protector of his Excellence?

510Humf. Madame, I am Protector of the Realme,

511And at his pleasure will resigne my Place.

512Suff. Resigne it then, and leaue thine insolence.

513Since thou wert King; as who is King, but thou?

514The Common-wealth hath dayly run to wrack,

515The Dolphin hath preuayl'd beyond the Seas,

516And all the Peeres and Nobles of the Realme

517Haue beene as Bond-men to thy Soueraigntie.

518Card. The Commons hast thou rackt, the Clergies Bags

519Are lanke and leane with thy Extortions.

520Som. Thy sumptuous Buildings, and thy Wiues Attyre

521Haue cost a masse of publique Treasurie.

522Buck. Thy Crueltie in execution

523Vpon Offendors, hath exceeded Law,

524And left thee to the mercy of the Law.

525Queene. Thy sale of Offices and Townes in France,

526If they were knowne, as the suspect is great,

527Would make thee quickly hop without thy Head.

529Giue me my Fanne: what, Mynion, can ye not?

531I cry you mercy, Madame: was it you?

532Duch. Was't I? yea, I it was, prowd French-woman:

533Could I come neere your Beautie with my Nayles,

534I could set my ten Commandements in your face.

535King. Sweet Aunt be quiet, 'twas against her will.

536Duch. Against her will, good King? looke to't in time,

537Shee'le hamper thee, and dandle thee like a Baby:

538Though in this place most Master weare no Breeches,

539She shall not strike Dame Elianor vnreueng'd.

541Buck. Lord Cardinall, I will follow Elianor,

542And listen after Humfrey, how he proceedes:

543Shee's tickled now, her Fume needs no spurres,

544Shee'le gallop farre enough to her destruction.

547Humf. Now Lords, my Choller being ouer-blowne,

548With walking once about the Quadrangle,

549I come to talke of Common-wealth Affayres.

550As for your spightfull false Obiections,

551Proue them, and I lye open to the Law:

552But God in mercie so deale with my Soule,

553As I in dutie loue my King and Countrey.

554But to the matter that we haue in hand:

555I say, my Soueraigne, Yorke is meetest man

556To be your Regent in the Realme of France.

557Suff. Before we make election, giue me leaue

558To shew some reason, of no little force,

559That Yorke is most vnmeet of any man.

560Yorke. Ile tell thee, Suffolke, why I am vnmeet.

561First, for I cannot flatter thee in Pride:

562Next, if I be appointed for the Place,

563My Lord of Somerset will keepe me here,

564Without Discharge, Money, or Furniture,

565Till France be wonne into the Dolphins hands:

566Last time I danc't attendance on his will,

567Till Paris was besieg'd, famisht, and lost.

568Warw. That can I witnesse, and a fouler fact

569Did neuer Traytor in the Land commit.

570Suff. Peace head-strong Warwicke.

571Warw. Image of Pride, why should I hold my peace?

573Suff. Because here is a man accused of Treason,

574Pray God the Duke of Yorke excuse himselfe.

575Yorke. Doth any one accuse Yorke for a Traytor?

576King. What mean'st thou, Suffolke? tell me, what are

577these?

578Suff. Please it your Maiestie, this is the man

579That doth accuse his Master of High Treason;

580His words were these: That Richard, Duke of Yorke,

581Was rightfull Heire vnto the English Crowne,

582And that your Maiestie was an Vsurper.

583King. Say man, were these thy words?

584Armorer. And't shall please your Maiestie, I neuer sayd

585nor thought any such matter: God is my witnesse, I am

586falsely accus'd by the Villaine.

587Peter. By these tenne bones, my Lords, hee did speake

588them to me in the Garret one Night, as wee were scow-

589ring my Lord of Yorkes Armor.

590Yorke. Base Dunghill Villaine, and Mechanicall,

591Ile haue thy Head for this thy Traytors speech:

592I doe beseech your Royall Maiestie,

593Let him haue all the rigor of the Law.

594Armorer. Alas, my Lord, hang me if euer I spake the

595words: my accuser is my Prentice, and when I did cor-

596rect him for his fault the other day, he did vow vpon his

597knees he would be euen with me: I haue good witnesse

598of this; therefore I beseech your Maiestie, doe not cast

599away an honest man for a Villaines accusation.

600King. Vnckle, what shall we say to this in law?

601Humf. This doome, my Lord, if I may iudge:

602Let Somerset be Regent o're the French,

603Because in Yorke this breedes suspition;

604And let these haue a day appointed them

605For single Combat, in conuenient place,

606For he hath witnesse of his seruants malice:

607This is the Law, and this Duke Humfreyes doome.

608Som. I humbly thanke your Royall Maiestie.

609Armorer. And I accept the Combat willingly.

610Peter. Alas, my Lord, I cannot fight; for Gods sake

611pitty my case: the spight of man preuayleth against me.

612O Lord haue mercy vpon me, I shall neuer be able to

613fight a blow: O Lord my heart.

614Humf. Sirrha, or you must fight, or else be hang'd.

615King. Away with them to Prison: and the day of

616Combat, shall be the last of the next moneth. Come

617Somerset, wee'le see thee sent away.