The second Part of Henry the Sixt.Main‑chance father you meant, but I meant
Maine,
Which I will win from France, or else be slaine.Exit Warwicke, and Salisbury. Manet Yorke.Yorke.
[215]
Aniou and
Maine are giuen to the French,
Paris is lost, the state of
NormandieStands on a tickle point, now they are gone:Suffolke concluded on the Articles,The Peeres agreed, and
Henry was well pleas'd,
[220]
To change two Dukedomes for a Dukes faire daughter.I cannot blame them all, what is't to them?'Tis thine they giue away, and not their owne.Pirates may make cheape penyworths of their pillage,And purchase Friends, and giue to Curtezans,
[225]
Still reuelling like Lords till all be gone,While as the silly Owner of the goodsWeepes ouer them, and wrings his haplesse hands,And shakes his head, and trembling stands aloofe,While all is shar'd, and all is borne away,
[230]
Ready to sterue, and dare not touch his owne.So Yorke must sit, and fret, and bite his tongue,While his owne Lands are bargain'd for, and sold:Me thinkes the Realmes of England, France, & Ireland,Beare that proportion to my flesh and blood,
[235]
As did the fatall brand
Althæa burnt,
Vnto the Princes heart of
Calidon:Aniou and
Maine both giuen vnto the French?
Cold newes for me: for I had hope of France,Euen as I haue of fertile Englands soile.
[240]
A day will come, when Yorke shall claime his owne,And therefore I will take the
Neuils parts,
And make a shew of loue to proud Duke
Humfrey,
And when I spy aduantage, claime the Crowne,For that's the Golden marke I seeke to hit:
[245]
Nor shall proud Lancaster vsurpe my right,Nor hold the Scepter in his childish Fist,Nor weare the Diadem vpon his head,Whose Church‑like humors fits not for a Crowne.Then Yorke be still a‑while, till time do serue:
[250]
Watch thou, and wake when others be asleepe,To prie into the secrets of the State,Till
Henrie surfetting in ioyes of loue,
With his new Bride, & Englands deere bought Queen,And
Humfrey with the Peeres be falne at iarres:
[255]
Then will I raise aloft the Milke‑white‑Rose,With whose sweet smell the Ayre shall be perfum'd,And in in my Standard beare the Armes of Yorke,To grapple with the house of Lancaster,And force perforce Ile make him yeeld the Crowne,
[260]
Whose bookish Rule, hath pull'd faire England downe.Exit Yorke.
[Act 1, Scene 2]
Enter Duke Humfrey and his wife Elianor.Elia.Why droopes my Lord like ouer‑ripen'd Corn,Hanging the head at Ceres plenteous load?Why doth the Great Duke
Humfrey knit his browes,
As frowning at the Fauours of the world?
[265]
Why are thine eyes fixt to the sullen earth,Gazing on that which feemes to dimme thy sight?What seest thou there? King
Henries Diadem,
Inchac'd with all the Honors of the world?If so, Gaze on, and grouell on thy face,
[270]
Vntill thy head be circled with the same.Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious Gold.What, is't too short? Ile lengthen it with mine,And hauing both together heau'd it vp,Wee'l both together lift our heads to heauen,An ink mark follows the end of this line.
As to vouchsafe one glance vnto the ground.Hum.O
Nell, sweet
Nell, if thou dost loue thy Lord,
Banish the Canker of ambitious thoughts:And may that thought, when I imagine ill
[280]
Against my King and Nephew, vertuous
Henry,
Be my last breathing in this mortall world.My troublous dreames this night, doth make me sad.Eli.What dream'd my Lord, tell me, and Ile requite itWith sweet rehearsall of my mornings dreame?Hum.
[285]
Me thought this staffe mine Office‑badge in
Court
Was broke in twaine: by whom, I haue forgot,But as I thinke, it was by'th Cardinall,And on the peeces of the broken WandWere plac'd the heads of
Edmond Duke of Somerset,
[290]
And
William de la Pole first Duke of Suffolke.
This was my dreame, what it doth bode God knowes.Eli.Tut, this was nothing but an argument,That he that breakes a sticke of Glosters groue,Shall loose his head for his presumption.
[295]
But list to me my
Humfrey, my sweete Duke:
Me thought I sate in Seate of Maiesty,In the Cathedrall Church of Westminster,And in that Chaire where Kings & Queens wer crownd,Where
Henrie and Dame
Margaret kneel'd to me,
[300]
And on my head did set the Diadem.Hum.Nay
Elinor, then must I chide outright:
Presumptuous Dame, ill‑nurter'd
Elianor,
Art thou not second Woman in the Realme?And the Protectors wife belou'd of him?
[305]
Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command,Aboue the reach or compasse of thy thought?And wilt thou still be hammering Treachery,To tumble downe thy husband, and thy selfe,From top of Honor, to Disgraces feete?
[310]
Away from me, and let me heare no more.Elia.What, what, my Lord? Are you so chollerickeWith
Elianor, for telling but her dreame?
Next time Ile keepe my dreames vnto my selfe,And not be check'd.Hum.
[315]
Nay be not angry, I am pleas'd againe.Enter Messenger.Mess.My Lord Protector,'tis his Highnes pleasure,You do prepare to ride vnto
S.
SaintAlbons,
Where as the King and Queene do meane to Hawke.Hu.I go. Come
Nel thou wilt ride with vs?
Ex. HumEli.
[320]
Yes my good Lord, Ile follow presently.Follow I must, I cannot go before,While Gloster beares this base and humble minde.Were I a Man, a Duke, and next of blood,I would remoue these tedious stumbling blockes,
[325]
And smooth my way vpon their headlesse neckes.And being a woman, I will not be slackeTo play my part in Fortunes Pageant.Where are you there? Sir
Iohn; nay feare not man,
We are alone, here's none but thee, & I.Enter Hume.Hume.
[330]
Iesus preserue your Royall Maiesty.Elia.What saist thou? Maiesty: I am but Grace.Hume.But by the grace of God, and
Humes aduice,
Your Graces Title shall be multiplied.Elia.What saist thou man? Hast thou as yet confer'd
[335]
With
Margerie Iordane the cunning Witch,
With
Roger Bollingbrooke the Coniurer?
And will they vndertake to do me good?Hume.This they haue promised to shew your HighnesA Spirit rais'd from depth of vnder ground,That
[Act 1, Scene 2]
Enter Duke Humfrey and his wife Elianor.Elia.Why droopes my Lord like ouer‑ripen'd Corn,Hanging the head at Ceres plenteous load?Why doth the Great Duke
Humfrey knit his browes,
As frowning at the Fauours of the world?
[265]
Why are thine eyes fixt to the sullen earth,Gazing on that which feemes to dimme thy sight?What seest thou there? King
Henries Diadem,
Inchac'd with all the Honors of the world?If so, Gaze on, and grouell on thy face,
[270]
Vntill thy head be circled with the same.Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious Gold.What, is't too short? Ile lengthen it with mine,And hauing both together heau'd it vp,Wee'l both together lift our heads to heauen,An ink mark follows the end of this line.
[275]
And neuer more abase our sight so low,As to vouchsafe one glance vnto the ground.Hum.O
Nell, sweet
Nell, if thou dost loue thy Lord,
Banish the Canker of ambitious thoughts:And may that thought, when I imagine ill
[280]
Against my King and Nephew, vertuous
Henry,
Be my last breathing in this mortall world.My troublous dreames this night, doth make me sad.Eli.What dream'd my Lord, tell me, and Ile requite itWith sweet rehearsall of my mornings dreame?Hum.
[285]
Me thought this staffe mine Office‑badge in
Court
Was broke in twaine: by whom, I haue forgot,But as I thinke, it was by'th Cardinall,And on the peeces of the broken WandWere plac'd the heads of
Edmond Duke of Somerset,
[290]
And
William de la Pole first Duke of Suffolke.
This was my dreame, what it doth bode God knowes.Eli.Tut, this was nothing but an argument,That he that breakes a sticke of Glosters groue,Shall loose his head for his presumption.
[295]
But list to me my
Humfrey, my sweete Duke:
Me thought I sate in Seate of Maiesty,In the Cathedrall Church of Westminster,And in that Chaire where Kings & Queens wer crownd,Where
Henrie and Dame
Margaret kneel'd to me,
[300]
And on my head did set the Diadem.Hum.Nay
Elinor, then must I chide outright:
Presumptuous Dame, ill‑nurter'd
Elianor,
Art thou not second Woman in the Realme?And the Protectors wife belou'd of him?
[305]
Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command,Aboue the reach or compasse of thy thought?And wilt thou still be hammering Treachery,To tumble downe thy husband, and thy selfe,From top of Honor, to Disgraces feete?
[310]
Away from me, and let me heare no more.Elia.What, what, my Lord? Are you so chollerickeWith
Elianor, for telling but her dreame?
Next time Ile keepe my dreames vnto my selfe,And not be check'd.Hum.
[315]
Nay be not angry, I am pleas'd againe.Enter Messenger.Mess.My Lord Protector,'tis his Highnes pleasure,You do prepare to ride vnto
S.
SaintAlbons,
Where as the King and Queene do meane to Hawke.Hu.I go. Come
Nel thou wilt ride with vs?
Ex. HumEli.
[320]
Yes my good Lord, Ile follow presently.Follow I must, I cannot go before,While Gloster beares this base and humble minde.Were I a Man, a Duke, and next of blood,I would remoue these tedious stumbling blockes,
[325]
And smooth my way vpon their headlesse neckes.And being a woman, I will not be slackeTo play my part in Fortunes Pageant.Where are you there? Sir
Iohn; nay feare not man,
We are alone, here's none but thee, & I.Enter Hume.Hume.
[330]
Iesus preserue your Royall Maiesty.Elia.What saist thou? Maiesty: I am but Grace.Hume.But by the grace of God, and
Humes aduice,
Your Graces Title shall be multiplied.Elia.What saist thou man? Hast thou as yet confer'd
[335]
With
Margerie Iordane the cunning Witch,
With
Roger Bollingbrooke the Coniurer?
And will they vndertake to do me good?Hume.This they haue promised to shew your HighnesA Spirit rais'd from depth of vnder ground,
[340]
That shall make answere to such Questions,As by your Grace shall be propounded him.Elianor.It is enough, Ile thinke vpon the Qnestions:When from Saint
Albones we doe make returne,
Wee'le see these things effected to the full.
[345]
Here
Hume, take this reward, make merry man
With thy Confederates in this weightie cause.Exit Elianor.Hume.Hume must make merry with the Duchesse Gold:
Marry and Shall: but how now, Sir
Iohn Hume?Seale vp your Lips, and giue no words but Mum,
[350]
The businesse asketh silent secrecie.Dame
Elianor giues Gold, to bring the Witch:
Gold cannot come amisse, were she a Deuill.Yet haue I Gold flyes from another Coast:I dare not say, from the rich Cardinall,
[355]
And from the great and new‑made Duke of Suffolke;Yet I doe finde it so: for to be plaine,They (knowing Dame
Elianors aspiring humor)
Haue hyred me to vnder‑mine the Duchesse,And buzze these Coniurations in her brayne.
[360]
They say, A craftie Knaue do's need no Broker,Yet am I
Suffolke and the Cardinalls Broker.
Hume, if you take not heed, you shall goe neere
To call them both a payre of craftie Knaues.Well, so it stands: and thus I feare at last,
[365]
Humes Knauerie will be the Duchesse Wracke,
And her Attainture, will be
Humphreyes fall:
Sort how it will, I shall haue Gold for all.Exit
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<l n="271">Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious Gold.</l>
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<l n="285">Me thought this staffe mine Office‑badge in
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<l n="292">Tut, this was nothing but an argument,</l>
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<l n="304">And the Protectors wife belou'd of him?</l>
<l n="305">Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command,</l>
<l n="306">Aboue the reach or compasse of thy thought?</l>
<l n="307">And wilt thou still be hammering Treachery,</l>
<l n="308">To tumble downe thy husband, and thy selfe,</l>
<l n="309">From top of Honor, to Disgraces feete?</l>
<l n="310">Away from me, and let me heare no more.</l>
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<l n="311">What, what, my Lord? Are you so chollericke</l>
<l n="312">With<hi rend="italic">Elianor</hi>, for telling but her dreame?</l>
<l n="313">Next time Ile keepe my dreames vnto my selfe,</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">Hum.</speaker>
<l n="315">Nay be not angry, I am pleas'd againe.</l>
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<l n="316">My Lord Protector,'tis his Highnes pleasure,</l>
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<sp who="#F-2h6-hum">
<speaker rend="italic">Hu.</speaker>
<l n="319">I go. Come<hi rend="italic">Nel</hi>thou wilt ride with vs?</l>
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<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Ex. Hum</stage>
<sp who="#F-2h6-ele">
<speaker rend="italic">Eli.</speaker>
<l n="320">Yes my good Lord, Ile follow presently.</l>
<l n="321">Follow I must, I cannot go before,</l>
<l n="322">While Gloster beares this base and humble minde.</l>
<l n="323">Were I a Man, a Duke, and next of blood,</l>
<l n="324">I would remoue these tedious stumbling blockes,</l>
<l n="325">And smooth my way vpon their headlesse neckes.</l>
<l n="326">And being a woman, I will not be slacke</l>
<l n="327">To play my part in Fortunes Pageant.</l>
<l n="328">Where are you there? Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>; nay feare not man,</l>
<l n="329">We are alone, here's none but thee, & I.</l>
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<sp who="#F-2h6-hum">
<speaker rend="italic">Hume.</speaker>
<l n="330">Iesus preserue your Royall Maiesty.</l>
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<sp who="#F-2h6-ele">
<speaker rend="italic">Elia.</speaker>
<l n="331">What saist thou? Maiesty: I am but Grace.</l>
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<sp who="#F-2h6-hum">
<speaker rend="italic">Hume.</speaker>
<l n="332">But by the grace of God, and<hi rend="italic">Humes</hi>aduice,</l>
<l n="333">Your Graces Title shall be multiplied.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-2h6-ele">
<speaker rend="italic">Elia.</speaker>
<l n="334">What saist thou man? Hast thou as yet confer'd</l>
<l n="335">With<hi rend="italic">Margerie Iordane</hi>the cunning Witch,</l>
<l n="336">With<hi rend="italic">Roger Bollingbrooke</hi>the Coniurer?</l>
<l n="337">And will they vndertake to do me good?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-2h6-hum">
<speaker rend="italic">Hume.</speaker>
<l n="338">This they haue promised to shew your Highnes</l>
<l n="339">A Spirit rais'd from depth of vnder ground,</l>
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<l n="340">That shall make answere to such Questions,</l>
<l n="341">As by your Grace shall be propounded him.</l>
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<sp who="#F-2h6-ele">
<speaker rend="italic">Elianor.</speaker>
<l n="342">It is enough, Ile thinke vpon the Qnestions:</l>
<l n="343">When from Saint<hi rend="italic">Albones</hi>we doe make returne,</l>
<l n="344">Wee'le see these things effected to the full.</l>
<l n="345">Here<hi rend="italic">Hume</hi>, take this reward, make merry man</l>
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<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Elianor.</stage>
<sp who="#F-2h6-hum">
<speaker rend="italic">Hume.</speaker>
<l n="347">
<hi rend="italic">Hume</hi>must make merry with the Duchesse Gold:</l>
<l n="348">Marry and Shall: but how now, Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn Hume?</hi>
</l>
<l n="349">Seale vp your Lips, and giue no words but Mum,</l>
<l n="350">The businesse asketh silent secrecie.</l>
<l n="351">Dame<hi rend="italic">Elianor</hi>giues Gold, to bring the Witch:</l>
<l n="352">Gold cannot come amisse, were she a Deuill.</l>
<l n="353">Yet haue I Gold flyes from another Coast:</l>
<l n="354">I dare not say, from the rich Cardinall,</l>
<l n="355">And from the great and new‑made Duke of Suffolke;</l>
<l n="356">Yet I doe finde it so: for to be plaine,</l>
<l n="357">They (knowing Dame<hi rend="italic">Elianors</hi>aspiring humor)</l>
<l n="358">Haue hyred me to vnder‑mine the Duchesse,</l>
<l n="359">And buzze these Coniurations in her brayne.</l>
<l n="360">They say, A craftie Knaue do's need no Broker,</l>
<l n="361">Yet am I<hi rend="italic">Suffolke</hi>and the Cardinalls Broker.</l>
<l n="362">
<hi rend="italic">Hume</hi>, if you take not heed, you shall goe neere</l>
<l n="363">To call them both a payre of craftie Knaues.</l>
<l n="364">Well, so it stands: and thus I feare at last,</l>
<l n="365">
<hi rend="italic">Humes</hi>Knauerie will be the Duchesse Wracke,</l>
<l n="366">And her Attainture, will be<hi rend="italic">Humphreyes</hi>fall:</l>
<l n="367">Sort how it will, I shall haue Gold for all.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit</stage>
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