We'll both together lift our heads to heaven With fweet rehearsal of my morning's dream. Glo. Methought, this Staff, mine office-badge in Was broke in twain; by whom I have forgot; Were plac'd the heads of Edmund Duke of Somerset, This was the dream; what it doth bode, God knows. In the Cathedral church of Westminster, And in that Chair where Kings and Queens were crown'd; Where Henry and Margret kneel'd to me, Glo. Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright: Το To tumble down thy husband, and thyself, Glo. Nay, be not angry, I am pleas'd again. Enter Messenger. Meff. My lord Protector, 'tis his Highness' pleasure, You do prepare to ride unto St. Albans, Whereas the King and Queen do mean to hawk. While Glo'fter bears this bafe and humble mind. Where are you there? Sir John; nay, fear not, man, Enter Hume. Hume. Jefus preferve your Royal Majefty! Elean. What fay'st thou? Majesty? Lam but Grace. Hume. But by the grace of God, and Hume's advice, Your Grace's title fhall be multiply'd. Elean. What fay't thou, man? haft thou as yet conferr'd With Margery Jordan, the cunning witch; And will they undertake to do me good? Hume. Hume. This they have promised to fhew your A Spirit rais'd from depth of under-ground, Here, Hume, take this reward; make merry, man, [Exit Eleanor.. Hume. Hume muft make merry with the Dutchefs' gold: Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch: And from the great and new-made Duke of Suffolk; They (knowing Dame Eleanor's afpiring humour) [Exit. SCENE S CE NE V. Changes to an Apartment in the Palace. Enter three or four Petitioners, Peter the Armourer's man being one. 1 Pet. MY mafters, let's stand clofe; my lord Pro tector will come this way by and by, and then we may deliver our fupplications in the quill. 2 Pet. Marry, the Lord protect him, for he's a good man, Jefu blefs him! Enter Suffolk, and Queen. 1 Pet. Here a' comes, methinks, and the Queen with him: I'll be the firft, fure. 2 Pet. Come back, fool, this is the Duke of Suf folk, and not my lord Protector. Suf. How now, fellow, would't any thing with me? for 1 Pet. I pray, my lord, pardon me; I took ye my lord Protector. Q. Mar. To my lord Protector. [reading] Are your fupplications to his lordfhip? let me fee them; what is thine? 1 Pet. Mine is, an't please your Grace, against Jobn Goodman, my lord Cardinal's man, for keeping my: house and lands, and wife, and all from me. Suf. Thy wife too? that's fome wrong, indeed. What's yours? what's here? [Reads.] Against the Duke of Suffolk, for inclofing the Commons of Long Melford. How now, Sir Knave? 2 Pet. Alas, Sir, I am but a poor petitioner of our whole Township. Suf. [reads.] Against my mafter, Thomas Horner, for faying, that the Duke of York was rightful heir to the Crown. Q. Mar. Q. Mar. What! did the Duke of York fay, he was rightful heir to the Crown? Peter. That my mafter was? no, forfooth; my mafter faid, that he was; and that the King was an ufurper Suf. Who is there?. Take this fellow in, and fend for his master with a purfuivant, prefently; we'll hear more of your matter before the King. [Exit Peter guarded. Q. Mar. And as for you, that love to be protected. Under the wings of our Protector's Grace, Begin your fuits anew, and fue to him. [Tears the fupplications. Away, bafe cullions: Suffolk, let them go. All. Come, let's be gone. [Exeunt Petitioners. Q. Mar. My lord of Suffolk, fay, is this the guife? Is this the fashion in the Court of England? Is this the Government of Britain's ille? And this the royalty of Albion's King? What! fhall King Henry be a Pupil till Under the furly Glo'fter's governance? Am I a Queen in title and in ftyle, And must be made a Subject to a Duke? I tell thee, Pole, when in the city Tours Thou ran'it a-tilt in honour of my love, And ftol'ft away the ladies' hearts of Frances I thought, King Henry had refembled thee In courage, courtship, and proportion; But all his mind is bent to holiness, To number Ave Maries on his beads; His champions are the Prophets and Apoftles: His weapons holy Saws of facred Writ His ftudy is his tilt-yard; and his loves Are brazen images of canoniz'd faints. I would, the College of the Cardinals Would chufe him Pope, and carry him to Rome, And fet the triple Crown upon his head ५. That |