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* And shakes his head, and trembling stands aloof, * While all is shar'd, and all is borne away; * Ready to starve,

and dare not touch his own. * So York must sit, and fret, and bile his tougue,

While his own lands are bargain’d for, and sold. Methinks, the realms of England, France, and

Ireland, * Bear that proportion to my flesh and blood,

As did the fatal brand Althea burn'ü. * Unto the Prince's heart of Calvdon. Anjou and Maine , both given uto the French! Coid news for me; for I had hope of France, Even as I have of fertile England's soil. And day will come, when York shall claim his own; Aud therefore. I will take the Nevils' parts, And make a show of love to proud Duke Humphrey, And, when I spy advantage, claim the crown, For that's the golden mark I seek to hit: Nor shall proud Lancaster usurp my right, Nor bold the scepter in his childish fist, Nor wear the diadem upon his head, Whose church - like humours fit not for a crown. Then, York, be still a while, till time do serve : Watch thou, and wake, when 'other's be asleep, To pry into the secrets of the state; Till Henry, surfeiting in joys of love, With his new bride, and England's dear a bought

Queen, And Humphrey with the Peers bc fall’n at jars : Then will I raise aloft the milk - white rose, With wbose sweet smell the air shall be perfum'd; And in my standard bear the arms of York, To grapple with the house of Lancaster; And, force perforce, I'll make him yield the crown, Whose bookish rule hath pull'd fair Eugland down.

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Duch. Why droops my Lord, like over – ri

pen'd corn,
Hanging the head at Ceres' plentéous load?
* Why doth the great Duke Humphrey kuit his

brows,
* As frowning at the favours of the world?

Why are thine eye's fix'd to the fullen earth,
* Gazing on that which seems to dim thy sight?
" What see'st thou there? King Henry's diadem,
* Bn'chas'd with all the honours of the world?
* If so, gaze on, and grovel on thy face,
* Until thy head he circled with the same.
"Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold:-
What, is't too short? I'll lengthen it with mine:

And, having both together heav'd it up,
* We'll both together lift our heads to heaven;
* And never more abase our sight so low,
* As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground.
Glo. O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost love

thy lord,
"Banish the canker of ambitious thoughts :
• Aud inay that thought, when I imagine ill

Against my King and nephew, virtuous Henry,
Be my last breathing in this mortal world!
My troublous dream this night' doth make

me sad.
Duch. What dream'd my Lord ? tell me,

and

['ll requite it
"With sweet rehearsal of my morning's dream.

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* Glo. Methought, this staff, mine office-badge

in court,
Was broke in twain; by whoin, I bave forgot,
But, as I think, it was by the Cardinal;
And on the pieces of the broken wand.
Were plac'd the heads of Edmond Duke of

Somerset,
- And William de la Poole first Duke of Suffon
This was my dream; what it doth bode, God

knows.
* Duch. Tnt, this was nothing but an argument,
That he, that breaks a stick of Gloster's grove,

Shall lose his head for his presumption.
• But list to me, my Humphrey, my sweet Duke:
Methought, I sat in seat of majesty,
In the cathedral church of Westminster,
And in that chair where Kings and Queens jare

crown'd;
Where Henry, and dame Margaret, kneel'd to me,
And on my head did set the diadein.

Glo. Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright:
* Presumptuous dame, ill-ourtur'd Eleanor!
Art thou not second woman in the realm ;
And the Protector's wife, belov'd of him?
* Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command,
* Above the reach or compass of thy thought?
And wilt thou still be hammering, treachery,
* To tumble down thy husband, and thyself,

Trom top of honour to disgrace's feet?
Away from me, and let me hear no more.
Duch. What, what, my Lord! are you so

cholerick
• With Eleanor, for telling but her dream,?
• Next time, I'll keep my dreams unto myself,
And not be check'd.
· Glo. Nay, be not avgry, I am pleas'd again.

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Enter a Messenger. " Mess. My Lord Protector , 'tis his Highness

pleasure, You do prepare to ride unto Saint Albans, " Whereas the King and Queen do mean to hawk. Glo. I go.

- Come, Nell, thou wilt ride with us? Duch. Yes, my good Lord, I'll follow presently,

[Exeunt Gloster and Messenger. • Follow I most, I cannot go before, * While Gloster bears this base and humble mind.

Were I a man, a Duke, and next of blood, * I would remove these tedious stumbling-blocks, And sinooth

my way upon their headless necks : * And, being a woman; I will not be slack

To play my part in fortuna's pageant. " Where are you there? Sir John! way, fear.

not, man, We are alone; here's none but thee, and I.

Enter HUME Hume. Jesu preserve your royal Majesty! · Duch. What say'st thou, Majesty! I am but

Grace. Hume. But, by the grace of God, and Hu

me's advice, " Your Grace's title shall be inultiply'd. Duch. What say'st thou, man? hast thou as yet

conferr'd With Margery Jourdain, the cunning witch; And Roger Bolingbroke, the conjurer ? And will they undertake to do me good? * Hume. This they have promised, to show

your Highness A spirit rais’d from depth of under ground, « That shall make answer to such questions,

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• As by your Grace shall be propounded him. Dúch. It is enough ; I'll think upon the

questions :
( When from saint Albans we do make return,
" We'll see these things éffected to the full.
• Here, Hume, take this reward; make merry,

man,
• With thy confederates in this weighty cause,

(Exit Duchess. * Hume. Hume must make merry with the Du

chess' gold; "Marry, and shall. But, how ‘now, Sir John

Hume ? • Seal up your lips, and give no words but-mum!

The business asketh silent secrecy.

Dame Eleanor gives gold, to bring the witch: * Gold cannot come amiss, were she a devil. • Yet have I gold , flies from another coast: 'I dare not say, from the rich Cardinal, And from the great and new-made Duke of

Suffolk; • Yet I do find it so: for, to be plain, • They, knowing dame Eleanor's aspiring huinotir, * Have hired me to undermine the Duchess, • And buz these conjurations in her brain.

They say, a crafty knave does need no broker; * Yet am I Suffolk and the Cardinal's broker. * Hume, if you

take not heed, you shall go near * To call them both a pair of crafty knaves.

Well, so it stands : And thus, I fear, at last,
* Hume's kvavery will be the Duchess' wreck;
* And her attainture will be Humphrey's fall:
Sort how it will, I shall have gold for all.

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