Above the reach or compass of thy thought? Duch. What, what, my lord! are you so choleric With Eleanor, for telling but her dream? Next time I'll keep my dreams unto myself, Glo. Nay, be not angry, I am pleased again.1 Enter a Messenger. Mess My lord protector, 't is his highness' pleasure, You do prepare to ride unto Saint Albans, Follow I must; I cannot go before, While Gloster bears this base and humble mind. 1 Nay, Nell, I'll give no credit to a dream, And smooth my way upon their headless necks: And, being a woman, I will not be slack To play my part in Fortune's pageant.1 Where are you there? Sir John! nay, fear not, man, We are alone here 's none but thee, and I. Enter JOHN HUME. Hume. Jesus preserve your royal majesty. Duch. What say'st thou majesty! I am but grace. Hume. But, by the grace of God, and Hume's advice, Your grace's title shall be multiplied. Duch. What say'st thou, man? hast thou as yet conferred With Margery Jourdain, the cunning witch, And Roger Bolingbroke, the conjurer ? And will they undertake to do me good? Hume. This they have promiséd,—to show your highness A spirit raised from depth of under-ground, 1 But ere it be long, I'll go before them all, As by your grace shall be propounded him. Duch. It is enough: I'll think upon, the questions. When from Saint Albans we do make return, We'll see these things effected to the full. Here, Hume, take this reward; make merry, man, With thy confederates in this weighty cause. [Exit. Hume. Hume must make merry with the duchess' gold: Marry, and shall.1 But how now, Sir John Hume? Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch: Yet have I gold, flies from another coast: And from the great and new-made Duke of Suffolk ; They, knowing Dame Eleanor's aspiring humour, 1 From this point underlining is used only to mark positive additions to the text or material changes in the course of the re-writing. Hume, if you take not heed, you shall go near [Exit. SCENE III.-London. A Room in the Palace. Enter PETER, and others, with petitions. 1 Pet. My masters, let's stand close: my lord Protector will come this way by-and-by, and then we may deliver our supplications in the quill. 2 Pet. Marry, the Lord protect him, for he 's a good man! Jesu bless him! Enter SUFFOLK and Queen Margaret. 1 Pet. Here'a comes, methinks, and the queen with him. I'll be the first, sure. 2 Pet. Come back, fool! this is the Duke of Suffolk, and not my lord Protector. Suf. How now, fellow wouldst anything with me?1 for 1 Pet. I pray, my lord, pardon me: I took ye my lord Protector. 1 Queen. Now, good fellows, whom would you speak withal? Q. Mar. "To my lord Protector!" are your supplications to his lordship? Let me see them. What is thine? 1 Pet. Mine is, an 't please your grace, against John Goodman, my lord cardinal's man, for keeping my house, and lands, and wife, and all, from me. Suf. Thy wife too? that is some wrong indeed.— What's yours?-What's here! [Reads.] "Against the Duke of Suffolk, for enclosing the commons of Melford."-How now, sir knave? 2 Pet. Alas! sir, I am but a poor petitioner of our whole township.1 Peter. [Presenting his petition.] Against my master, Thomas Horner, for saying, that the Duke of York was rightful heir to the crown. Q. Mar. What say'st thou? did the Duke of York say he was rightful heir to the crown? Pet. That my master was? No, forsooth: my master said, that he was; and that the king was an usurper. Suf. Who is there? Enter Servants. Take this fellow in, and send for his master with a 1 Placed in the old play after the arrest of Peter. |