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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.
Duch. Why droops my Lord, like over – ri
Why are thine eye's fix'd to the fullen earth,
And, having both together heav'd it up,
Against my King and nephew, virtuous Henry,
['ll requite it
Shall lose his head for his presumption.
• Glo. Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright:
Trom top of honour to disgrace's feet?
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,
• As by your Grace shall be propounded him. Dúch. It is enough ; I'll think upon the
(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,