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twg_000000018900 | I have forgot, But, as I think, it was by th Cardinal, And on the pieces of the broken wand Were placed the heads of Edmund, Duke of Somerset And William de la Pole, first Duke of Suffolk. This was my dream; what it doth bode, God knows. ELEANOR. Tut, this was nothing but an argument That he that breaks | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018901 | a stick of Gloucesters 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 are crowned, Where Henry and Dame Margaret kneeled to me And on my head did set the diadem. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018902 | GLOUCESTER. Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright. Presumptuous dame, ill-nurtured Eleanor, Art thou not second woman in the realm, And the Protectors wife, beloved 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 From top of honour | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018903 | to disgraces feet? Away from me, and let me hear no more! ELEANOR. What, what, my lord! Are you so choleric With Eleanor for telling but her dream? Next time Ill keep my dreams unto myself, And not be checked. GLOUCESTER. Nay, be not angry, I am pleased again. Enter Messenger. MESSENGER. My Lord Protector, tis his highness pleasure You | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018904 | do prepare to ride unto Saint Albans, Whereas the King and Queen do mean to hawk. GLOUCESTER. I go. Come, Nell, thou wilt ride with us? ELEANOR. Yes, my good lord, Ill follow presently. [_Exeunt Gloucester and Messenger._] Follow I must; I cannot go before While Gloucester bears this base and humble mind. Were I a man, a duke, and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018905 | next of blood, I would remove these tedious stumbling-blocks And smooth my way upon their headless necks; And, being a woman, I will not be slack To play my part in Fortunes pageant. Where are you there? Sir John! Nay, fear not, man, We are alone; heres none but thee and I. Enter Hume. HUME. Jesus preserve your royal majesty! | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018906 | ELEANOR. What sayst thou? Majesty! I am but grace. HUME. But, by the grace of God, and Humes advice, Your graces title shall be multiplied. ELEANOR. What sayst thou, man? Hast thou as yet conferred With Margery Jourdain, the cunning witch, With Roger Bolingbroke, the conjurer? And will they undertake to do me good? HUME. This they have promised, to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018907 | show your highness A spirit raised from depth of underground, That shall make answer to such questions As by your Grace shall be propounded him. ELEANOR. It is enough, Ill think upon the questions. When from Saint Albans we do make return, Well see these things effected to the full. Here, Hume, take this reward; make merry, man, With thy | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018908 | confederates in this weighty cause. [_Exit._] HUME. Hume must make merry with the Duchess 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018909 | 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 Eleanors aspiring humour, Have hired me to undermine the Duchess And buzz these conjurations in her brain. They say A crafty knave does need no broker, Yet | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018910 | am I Suffolk and the cardinals broker. Hume, if you take not heed, you shall go near To call them both a pair of crafty knaves. Well, so its stands; and thus, I fear, at last Humes knavery will be the Duchess wrack, And her attainture will be Humphreys fall. Sort how it will, I shall have gold for all. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018911 | [_Exit._] SCENE III. London. The palace Enter Peter and Petitioners. PETITIONER. My masters, lets stand close. My Lord Protector will come this way by and by, and then we may deliver our supplications in the quill. PETITIONER. Marry, the Lord protect him, for hes a good man! Jesu bless him! Enter Suffolk and Queen. PETITIONER. Here he comes, methinks, and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018912 | the Queen with him. Ill be the first, sure. PETITIONER. Come back, fool! This is the Duke of Suffolk and not my Lord Protector. SUFFOLK. How now, fellow; wouldst anything with me? PETITIONER. I pray, my lord, pardon me, I took ye for my Lord Protector. QUEEN MARGARET. [_Reading_.] To my Lord Protector. Are your supplications to his lordship? Let | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018913 | me see them. What is thine? PETITIONER. Mine is, an t please your grace, against John Goodman, my Lord Cardinals man, for keeping my house and lands, and wife and all, from me. SUFFOLK. Thy wife too! Thats some wrong, indeed.Whats yours?Whats here! [_Reads_.] _Against the Duke of Suffolk for enclosing the commons of Melford._ How now, sir knave! PETITIONER. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018914 | Alas, sir, I am but a poor petitioner of our whole township. PETER. [_Giving his petition_.] Against my master, Thomas Horner, for saying that the Duke of York was rightful heir to the crown. QUEEN MARGARET. What sayst thou? Did the Duke of York say he was rightful heir to the crown? PETER. That my master was? No, forsooth, my | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018915 | master said that he was, and that the King was an usurper. SUFFOLK. Who is there? Enter Servant. Take this fellow in, and send for his master with a pursuivant presently.Well hear more of your matter before the King. [_Exit Servant with Peter._] QUEEN MARGARET. And as for you, that love to be protected Under the wings of our Protectors | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018916 | grace, Begin your suits anew, and sue to him. [_Tears the supplications._] Away, base cullions!Suffolk, let them go. ALL. Come, lets be gone. [_Exeunt._] QUEEN MARGARET. My Lord of Suffolk, say, is this the guise, Is this the fashion in the court of England? Is this the government of Britains isle, And this the royalty of Albions king? What, shall | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018917 | King Henry be a pupil still Under the surly Gloucesters governance? Am I a queen in title and in style, And must be made a subject to a duke? I tell thee, Pole, when in the city Tours Thou ranst atilt in honour of my love And stolst away the ladies hearts of France, I thought King Henry had resembled | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018918 | 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 apostles, His weapons holy saws of sacred writ, His study is his tilt-yard, and his loves Are brazen images of canonized saints. I would the college of the cardinals Would choose him pope and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018919 | carry him to Rome And set the triple crown upon his head! That were a state fit for his holiness. SUFFOLK. Madam, be patient. As I was cause Your highness came to England, so will I In England work your graces full content. QUEEN MARGARET. Beside the haughty Protector, have we Beaufort The imperious churchman, Somerset, Buckingham, And grumbling York; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018920 | and not the least of these But can do more in England than the King. SUFFOLK. And he of these that can do most of all Cannot do more in England than the Nevilles; Salisbury and Warwick are no simple peers. QUEEN MARGARET. Not all these lords do vex me half so much As that proud dame, the Lord Protectors | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018921 | wife. She sweeps it through the court with troops of ladies, More like an empress than Duke Humphreys wife. Strangers in court do take her for the Queen. She bears a dukes revenues on her back, And in her heart she scorns our poverty. Shall I not live to be avenged on her? Contemptuous base-born callet as she is, She | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018922 | vaunted mongst her minions t other day The very train of her worst wearing gown Was better worth than all my fathers lands Till Suffolk gave two dukedoms for his daughter. SUFFOLK. Madam, myself have limed a bush for her And placed a quire of such enticing birds That she will light to listen to the lays And never mount | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018923 | to trouble you again. So let her rest; and, madam, list to me, For I am bold to counsel you in this: Although we fancy not the Cardinal, Yet must we join with him and with the lords Till we have brought Duke Humphrey in disgrace. As for the Duke of York, this late complaint Will make but little for | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018924 | his benefit. So, one by one, well weed them all at last, And you yourself shall steer the happy helm. Sound a sennet. Enter the King, Gloucester, Cardinal Beaufort, Somerset, Buckingham, Salisbury, York, Warwick and the Duchess of Gloucester. KING HENRY. For my part, noble lords, I care not which; Or Somerset or York, alls one to me. YORK. If | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018925 | York have ill demeaned himself in France, Then let him be denied the regentship. SOMERSET. If Somerset be unworthy of the place, Let York be regent; I will yield to him. WARWICK. Whether your Grace be worthy, yea or no, Dispute not that; York is the worthier. CARDINAL. Ambitious Warwick, let thy betters speak. WARWICK. The Cardinals not my better | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018926 | in the field. BUCKINGHAM. All in this presence are thy betters, Warwick. WARWICK. Warwick may live to be the best of all. SALISBURY. Peace, son!And show some reason, Buckingham, Why Somerset should be preferred in this. QUEEN MARGARET. Because the King, forsooth, will have it so. GLOUCESTER. Madam, the King is old enough himself To give his censure. These are | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018927 | no womens matters. QUEEN MARGARET. If he be old enough, what needs your grace To be Protector of his excellence? GLOUCESTER. Madam, I am Protector of the realm, And at his pleasure will resign my place. SUFFOLK. Resign it then, and leave thine insolence. Since thou wert kingas who is king but thou? The commonwealth hath daily run to wrack, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018928 | The Dauphin hath prevailed beyond the seas, And all the peers and nobles of the realm Have been as bondmen to thy sovereignty. CARDINAL. The commons hast thou racked; the clergys bags Are lank and lean with thy extortions. SOMERSET. Thy sumptuous buildings and thy wifes attire Have cost a mass of public treasury. BUCKINGHAM. Thy cruelty in execution Upon | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018929 | offenders hath exceeded law, And left thee to the mercy of the law. QUEEN MARGARET. Thy sale of offices and towns in France, If they were known, as the suspect is great, Would make thee quickly hop without thy head. [_Exit Gloucester. The Queen drops her fan._] Give me my fan. What minion! Can ye not? [_She gives the Duchess | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018930 | a box on the ear._] I cry your mercy, madam; was it you? ELEANOR. Wast I! Yea, I it was, proud Frenchwoman. Could I come near your beauty with my nails, Id set my ten commandments in your face. KING HENRY. Sweet aunt, be quiet; twas against her will. ELEANOR. Against her will! Good King, look to t in time; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018931 | Shell hamper thee and dandle thee like a baby. Though in this place most master wear no breeches, She shall not strike Dame Eleanor unrevenged. [_Exit._] BUCKINGHAM. Lord Cardinal, I will follow Eleanor, And listen after Humphrey, how he proceeds. Shes tickled now; her fume needs no spurs, Shell gallop far enough to her destruction. [_Exit._] Enter Gloucester. GLOUCESTER. Now, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018932 | lords, my choler being overblown With walking once about the quadrangle, I come to talk of commonwealth affairs. As for your spiteful false objections, Prove them, and I lie open to the law; But God in mercy so deal with my soul As I in duty love my king and country! But, to the matter that we have in hand: | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018933 | I say, my sovereign, York is meetest man To be your regent in the realm of France. SUFFOLK. Before we make election, give me leave To show some reason, of no little force, That York is most unmeet of any man. YORK. Ill tell thee, Suffolk, why I am unmeet: First, for I cannot flatter thee in pride; Next, if | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018934 | I be appointed for the place, My Lord of Somerset will keep me here Without discharge, money, or furniture, Till France be won into the Dauphins hands. Last time, I danced attendance on his will Till Paris was besieged, famished, and lost. WARWICK. That can I witness, and a fouler fact Did never traitor in the land commit. SUFFOLK. Peace, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018935 | headstrong Warwick! WARWICK. Image of pride, why should I hold my peace? Enter Horner the armourer and his man Peter, guarded. SUFFOLK. Because here is a man accused of treason. Pray God the Duke of York excuse himself! YORK. Doth anyone accuse York for a traitor? KING HENRY. What meanst thou, Suffolk? Tell me, what are these? SUFFOLK. Please it | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018936 | your majesty, this is the man That doth accuse his master of high treason. His words were these: that Richard, Duke of York Was rightful heir unto the English crown, And that your majesty was an usurper. KING HENRY. Say, man, were these thy words? HORNER. An t shall please your majesty, I never said nor thought any such matter. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018937 | God is my witness, I am falsely accused by the villain. PETER. By these ten bones, my lords, he did speak them to me in the garret one night as we were scouring my Lord of Yorks armour. YORK. Base dunghill villain and mechanical, Ill have thy head for this thy traitors speech! I do beseech your royal majesty, Let | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018938 | him have all the rigour of the law. HORNER. Alas, my lord, hang me if ever I spake the words. My accuser is my prentice; and when I did correct him for his fault the other day, he did vow upon his knees he would be even with me. I have good witness of this, therefore I beseech your majesty, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018939 | do not cast away an honest man for a villains accusation. KING HENRY. Uncle, what shall we say to this in law? GLOUCESTER. This doom, my lord, if I may judge: Let Somerset be regent oer the French, Because in York this breeds suspicion; And let these have a day appointed them For single combat in convenient place, For he | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018940 | hath witness of his servants malice. This is the law, and this Duke Humphreys doom. SOMERSET. I humbly thank your royal Majesty. HORNER. And I accept the combat willingly. PETER. Alas, my lord, I cannot fight; for Gods sake, pity my case! The spite of man prevaileth against me. O Lord, have mercy upon me! I shall never be able | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018941 | to fight a blow. O Lord, my heart! GLOUCESTER. Sirrah, or you must fight or else be hanged. KING HENRY. Away with them to prison; and the day Of combat shall be the last of the next month. Come, Somerset, well see thee sent away. [_Flourish. Exeunt._] SCENE IV. Gloucesters Garden Enter the Witch Margery Jourdain, the two Priests, Hume, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018942 | Southwell and Bolingbroke. HUME. Come, my masters. The duchess, I tell you, expects performance of your promises. BOLINGBROKE. Master Hume, we are therefore provided. Will her ladyship behold and hear our exorcisms? HUME. Ay, what else? Fear you not her courage. BOLINGBROKE. I have heard her reported to be a woman of an invincible spirit. But it shall be convenient, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018943 | Master Hume, that you be by her aloft while we be busy below; and so, I pray you go, in Gods name, and leave us. [_Exit Hume._] Mother Jourdain, be you prostrate and grovel on the earth. John Southwell, read you; and let us to our work. Enter Duchess aloft, Hume following. ELEANOR. Well said, my masters; and welcome all. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018944 | To this gear, the sooner the better. BOLINGBROKE. Patience, good lady; wizards know their times. Deep night, dark night, the silent of the night, The time of night when Troy was set on fire, The time when screech-owls cry and ban-dogs howl, And spirits walk and ghosts break up their graves; That time best fits the work we have in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018945 | hand. Madam, sit you and fear not. Whom we raise We will make fast within a hallowed verge. [_Here they do the ceremonies belonging, and make the circle; Bolingbroke or Southwell reads_ Conjuro te, _etc. It thunders and lightens terribly; then the Spirit riseth._] SPIRIT. _Adsum_. M. JOURDAIN. Asnath, By the eternal God, whose name and power Thou tremblest at, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018946 | answer that I shall ask; For till thou speak thou shalt not pass from hence. SPIRIT. Ask what thou wilt. That I had said and done! BOLINGBROKE. [_Reads_.] _First of the King: what shall of him become?_ SPIRIT. The duke yet lives that Henry shall depose, But him outlive and die a violent death. [_As the Spirit speaks, Southwell writes | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018947 | the answer._] BOLINGBROKE. [_Reads_.] _What fates await the Duke of Suffolk?_ SPIRIT. By water shall he die and take his end. BOLINGBROKE. [_Reads_.] _What shall befall the Duke of Somerset?_ SPIRIT. Let him shun castles. Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains Than where castles mounted stand. Have done, for more I hardly can endure. BOLINGBROKE. Descend to darkness | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018948 | and the burning lake! False fiend, avoid! [_Thunder and lightning. Exit Spirit._] Enter the Duke of York and the Duke of Buckingham with their Guard, and Sir Humphrey Stafford, and break in. YORK. Lay hands upon these traitors and their trash. Beldam, I think we watched you at an inch. What, madam, are you there? The King and commonweal Are | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018949 | deeply indebted for this piece of pains. My Lord Protector will, I doubt it not, See you well guerdoned for these good deserts. ELEANOR. Not half so bad as thine to Englands king, Injurious duke, that threatest wheres no cause. BUCKINGHAM. True, madam, none at all. What call you this? Away with them! Let them be clapped up close And | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018950 | kept asunder.You, madam, shall with us. Stafford, take her to thee. [_Exit Stafford._] [_Exeunt above, Duchess and Hume, guarded._] Well see your trinkets here all forthcoming. All, away! [_Exeunt guard with Jourdain, Southwell, Bolingbroke, etc._] YORK. Lord Buckingham, methinks you watched her well. A pretty plot, well chosen to build upon! Now, pray, my lord, lets see the devils writ. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018951 | What have we here? [_Reads_.] _The duke yet lives that Henry shall depose. But him outlive and die a violent death._ Why, this is just _Aio te, Aeacida, Romanos vincere posse._ Well, to the rest: _Tell me what fate awaits the Duke of Suffolk? By water shall he die and take his end. What shall betide the Duke of Somerset? | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018952 | Let him shun castles; Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains Than where castles mounted stand._ Come, come, my lords, these oracles Are hardly attained, and hardly understood. The King is now in progress towards Saint Albans, With him the husband of this lovely lady. Thither go these news as fast as horse can carry them. A sorry breakfast | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018953 | for my Lord Protector. BUCKINGHAM. Your Grace shall give me leave, my Lord of York, To be the post, in hope of his reward. YORK. At your pleasure, my good lord. [_Exit Buckingham._] Whos within there, ho! Enter a Servingman. Invite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick To sup with me tomorrow night. Away! [_Exeunt._] ACT II SCENE I. Saint | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018954 | Albans Enter the King, Queen, Gloucester, Cardinal and Suffolk with Falconers hallooing. QUEEN MARGARET. Believe me, lords, for flying at the brook I saw not better sport these seven years day; Yet, by your leave, the wind was very high, And, ten to one, old Joan had not gone out. KING HENRY. But what a point, my lord, your falcon | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018955 | made, And what a pitch she flew above the rest! To see how God in all His creatures works! Yea, man and birds are fain of climbing high. SUFFOLK. No marvel, an it like your majesty, My Lord Protectors hawks do tower so well; They know their master loves to be aloft, And bears his thoughts above his falcons pitch. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018956 | GLOUCESTER. My lord, tis but a base ignoble mind That mounts no higher than a bird can soar. CARDINAL. I thought as much. He would be above the clouds. GLOUCESTER. Ay, my Lord Cardinal, how think you by that? Were it not good your grace could fly to heaven? KING HENRY. The treasury of everlasting joy. CARDINAL. Thy heaven is | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018957 | on earth; thine eyes and thoughts Beat on a crown, the treasure of thy heart, Pernicious Protector, dangerous peer, That smoothst it so with king and commonweal! GLOUCESTER. What, cardinal, is your priesthood grown peremptory? _Tantaene animis coelestibus irae?_ Churchmen so hot? Good uncle, hide such malice. With such holiness can you do it? SUFFOLK. No malice, sir; no more | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018958 | than well becomes So good a quarrel and so bad a peer. GLOUCESTER. As who, my lord? SUFFOLK. Why, as you, my lord, An t like your lordly Lord Protectorship. GLOUCESTER. Why, Suffolk, England knows thine insolence. QUEEN MARGARET. And thy ambition, Gloucester. KING HENRY. I prithee, peace, good queen, And whet not on these furious peers; For blessed are | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018959 | the peacemakers on earth. CARDINAL. Let me be blessed for the peace I make Against this proud Protector, with my sword! GLOUCESTER. [_Aside to Cardinal_.] Faith, holy uncle, would twere come to that! CARDINAL. [_Aside to Gloucester_.] Marry, when thou darst. GLOUCESTER. [_Aside to Cardinal_.] Make up no factious numbers for the matter, In thine own person answer thy abuse. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018960 | CARDINAL. [_Aside to Gloucester_.] Ay, where thou darst not peep; an if thou darst, This evening, on the east side of the grove. KING HENRY. How now, my lords? CARDINAL. Believe me, cousin Gloucester, Had not your man put up the fowl so suddenly, We had had more sport.[_Aside to Gloucester_.] Come with thy two-hand sword. GLOUCESTER. True, uncle. [_Aside | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018961 | to Cardinal_.] Are ye advised? The east side of the grove? CARDINAL. [_Aside to Gloucester_.] I am with you. KING HENRY. Why, how now, uncle Gloucester? GLOUCESTER. Talking of hawking; nothing else, my lord. [_Aside to Cardinal_.] Now, by Gods mother, priest, Ill shave your crown for this, Or all my fence shall fail. CARDINAL. [_Aside to Gloucester_.] _Medice, teipsum._ | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018962 | Protector, see to t well, protect yourself. KING HENRY. The winds grow high; so do your stomachs, lords. How irksome is this music to my heart! When such strings jar, what hope of harmony? I pray, my lords, let me compound this strife. Enter a Townsman of Saint Albans, crying, A miracle! GLOUCESTER. What means this noise? Fellow, what miracle | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018963 | dost thou proclaim? TOWNSMAN. A miracle! A miracle! SUFFOLK. Come to the King, and tell him what miracle. TOWNSMAN. Forsooth, a blind man at Saint Albans shrine, Within this half hour, hath received his sight, A man that neer saw in his life before. KING HENRY. Now, God be praised, that to believing souls Gives light in darkness, comfort in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018964 | despair! Enter the Mayor of Saint Albans and his brethren, bearing Simpcox between two in a chair, Simpcoxs Wife following. CARDINAL. Here comes the townsmen on procession, To present your highness with the man. KING HENRY. Great is his comfort in this earthly vale, Although by his sight his sin be multiplied. GLOUCESTER. Stand by, my masters. Bring him near | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018965 | the King. His highness pleasure is to talk with him. KING HENRY. Good fellow, tell us here the circumstance, That we for thee may glorify the Lord. What, hast thou been long blind and now restored? SIMPCOX. Born blind, an t please your grace. WIFE. Ay, indeed, was he. SUFFOLK. What woman is this? WIFE. His wife, an t like | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018966 | your worship. GLOUCESTER. Hadst thou been his mother, thou couldst have better told. KING HENRY. Where wert thou born? SIMPCOX. At Berwick in the north, an t like your grace. KING HENRY. Poor soul, Gods goodness hath been great to thee. Let never day nor night unhallowed pass, But still remember what the Lord hath done. QUEEN MARGARET. Tell me, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018967 | good fellow, camst thou here by chance, Or of devotion, to this holy shrine? SIMPCOX. God knows, of pure devotion; being called A hundred times and oftener, in my sleep, By good Saint Alban, who said Simpcox, come, Come, offer at my shrine, and I will help thee. WIFE. Most true, forsooth; and many time and oft Myself have heard | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018968 | a voice to call him so. CARDINAL. What, art thou lame? SIMPCOX. Ay, God Almighty help me! SUFFOLK. How camst thou so? SIMPCOX. A fall off of a tree. WIFE. A plum-tree, master. GLOUCESTER. How long hast thou been blind? SIMPCOX. O, born so, master. GLOUCESTER. What, and wouldst climb a tree? SIMPCOX. But that in all my life, when | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018969 | I was a youth. WIFE. Too true; and bought his climbing very dear. GLOUCESTER. Mass, thou lovdst plums well, that wouldst venture so. SIMPCOX. Alas, good master, my wife desired some damsons, And made me climb, with danger of my life. GLOUCESTER. A subtle knave! But yet it shall not serve. Let me see thine eyes. Wink now. Now open | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018970 | them. In my opinion yet thou seest not well. SIMPCOX. Yes, master, clear as day, I thank God and Saint Alban. GLOUCESTER. Sayst thou me so? What colour is this cloak of? SIMPCOX. Red, master, red as blood. GLOUCESTER. Why, thats well said. What colour is my gown of? SIMPCOX. Black, forsooth, coal-black as jet. KING HENRY. Why, then, thou | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018971 | knowst what colour jet is of? SUFFOLK. And yet, I think, jet did he never see. GLOUCESTER. But cloaks and gowns before this day, a many. WIFE. Never before this day in all his life. GLOUCESTER. Tell me, sirrah, whats my name? SIMPCOX. Alas, master, I know not. GLOUCESTER. Whats his name? SIMPCOX. I know not. GLOUCESTER. Nor his? SIMPCOX. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018972 | No, indeed, master. GLOUCESTER. Whats thine own name? SIMPCOX. Sander Simpcox, an if it please you, master. GLOUCESTER. Then, Sander, sit there, the lyingest knave in Christendom. If thou hadst been born blind, thou mightst as well have known all our names as thus to name the several colours we do wear. Sight may distinguish of colours; but suddenly to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018973 | nominate them all, it is impossible.My lords, Saint Alban here hath done a miracle; and would ye not think his cunning to be great that could restore this cripple to his legs again? SIMPCOX. O master, that you could! GLOUCESTER. My masters of Saint Albans, have you not beadles in your town, and things called whips? MAYOR. Yes, my lord, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018974 | if it please your grace. GLOUCESTER. Then send for one presently. MAYOR. Sirrah, go fetch the beadle hither straight. [_Exit a Townsman._] GLOUCESTER. Now fetch me a stool hither by and by.Now, sirrah, if you mean to save yourself from whipping, leap me over this stool and run away. SIMPCOX. Alas, master, I am not able to stand alone. You | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018975 | go about to torture me in vain. Enter a Beadle with whips. GLOUCESTER. Well, sir, we must have you find your legs. Sirrah beadle, whip him till he leap over that same stool. BEADLE. I will, my lord.Come on, sirrah; off with your doublet quickly. SIMPCOX. Alas, master, what shall I do? I am not able to stand. [_After the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018976 | Beadle hath hit him once, he leaps over the stool and runs away; and they follow and cry, A miracle!_] KING HENRY. O God, seest Thou this, and bearest so long? QUEEN MARGARET. It made me laugh to see the villain run. GLOUCESTER. Follow the knave, and take this drab away. WIFE. Alas, sir, we did it for pure need. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018977 | GLOUCESTER. Let them be whipped through every market town Till they come to Berwick, from whence they came. [_Exeunt Wife, Beadle, Mayor, etc._] CARDINAL. Duke Humphrey has done a miracle today. SUFFOLK. True, made the lame to leap and fly away. GLOUCESTER. But you have done more miracles than I. You made in a day, my lord, whole towns to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018978 | fly. Enter Buckingham. KING HENRY. What tidings with our cousin Buckingham? BUCKINGHAM. Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold. A sort of naughty persons, lewdly bent, Under the countenance and confederacy Of Lady Eleanor, the Protectors wife, The ringleader and head of all this rout, Have practised dangerously against your state, Dealing with witches and with conjurers, Whom we | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018979 | have apprehended in the fact, Raising up wicked spirits from under ground, Demanding of King Henrys life and death, And other of your highness Privy Council, As more at large your Grace shall understand. CARDINAL. [_Aside to Gloucester_.] And so, my Lord Protector, by this means Your lady is forthcoming yet at London. This news, I think, hath turned your | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018980 | weapons edge; Tis like, my lord, you will not keep your hour. GLOUCESTER. Ambitious churchman, leave to afflict my heart. Sorrow and grief have vanquished all my powers, And, vanquished as I am, I yield to thee, Or to the meanest groom. KING HENRY. O God, what mischiefs work the wicked ones, Heaping confusion on their own heads thereby! QUEEN | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018981 | MARGARET. Gloucester, see here the tainture of thy nest, And look thyself be faultless, thou wert best. GLOUCESTER. Madam, for myself, to heaven I do appeal How I have loved my king and commonweal; And, for my wife, I know not how it stands. Sorry I am to hear what I have heard. Noble she is; but if she have | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018982 | forgot Honour and virtue, and conversed with such As like to pitch defile nobility, I banish her my bed and company And give her as a prey to law and shame That hath dishonoured Gloucesters honest name. KING HENRY. Well, for this night we will repose us here; Tomorrow toward London back again, To look into this business thoroughly, And | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018983 | call these foul offenders to their answers, And poise the cause in Justice equal scales, Whose beam stands sure, whose rightful cause prevails. [_Flourish. Exeunt._] SCENE II. London. The Duke of Yorks Garden Enter York, Salisbury and Warwick. YORK. Now, my good Lords of Salisbury and Warwick, Our simple supper ended, give me leave In this close walk to satisfy | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018984 | myself In craving your opinion of my title, Which is infallible, to Englands crown. SALISBURY. My lord, I long to hear it at full. WARWICK. Sweet York, begin; and if thy claim be good, The Nevilles are thy subjects to command. YORK. Then thus: Edward the Third, my lords, had seven sons: The first, Edward the Black Prince, Prince of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018985 | Wales; The second, William of Hatfield; and the third, Lionel, Duke of Clarence; next to whom Was John of Gaunt, the Duke of Lancaster; The fifth was Edmund Langley, Duke of York; The sixth was Thomas of Woodstock, Duke of Gloucester; William of Windsor was the seventh and last. Edward the Black Prince died before his father And left behind | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018986 | him Richard, his only son, Who after Edward the Thirds death reigned as king, Till Henry Bolingbroke, Duke of Lancaster, The eldest son and heir of John of Gaunt, Crowned by the name of Henry the Fourth, Seized on the realm, deposed the rightful king, Sent his poor queen to France, from whence she came, And him to Pomfret; where, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018987 | as all you know, Harmless Richard was murdered traitorously. WARWICK. Father, the Duke hath told the truth; Thus got the house of Lancaster the crown. YORK. Which now they hold by force and not by right; For Richard, the first sons heir, being dead, The issue of the next son should have reigned. SALISBURY. But William of Hatfield died without | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018988 | an heir. YORK. The third son, Duke of Clarence, from whose line I claim the crown, had issue, Philippa, a daughter, Who married Edmund Mortimer, Earl of March. Edmund had issue, Roger, Earl of March; Roger had issue, Edmund, Anne, and Eleanor. SALISBURY. This Edmund, in the reign of Bolingbroke, As I have read, laid claim unto the crown And, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018989 | but for Owen Glendower, had been king, Who kept him in captivity till he died. But to the rest. YORK. His eldest sister, Anne, My mother, being heir unto the crown, Married Richard Earl of Cambridge, who was son To Edmund Langley, Edward the Thirds fifth son. By her I claim the kingdom; she was heir To Roger, Earl of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018990 | March, who was the son Of Edmund Mortimer, who married Philippa, Sole daughter unto Lionel, Duke of Clarence. So, if the issue of the elder son Succeed before the younger, I am king. WARWICK. What plain proceeding is more plain than this? Henry doth claim the crown from John of Gaunt, The fourth son; York claims it from the third. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018991 | Till Lionels issue fails, his should not reign; It fails not yet, but flourishes in thee And in thy sons, fair slips of such a stock. Then, father Salisbury, kneel we together, And in this private plot be we the first That shall salute our rightful sovereign With honour of his birthright to the crown. BOTH. Long live our sovereign | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018992 | Richard, Englands king! YORK. We thank you, lords. But I am not your king Till I be crowned, and that my sword be stained With heart-blood of the house of Lancaster; And thats not suddenly to be performed, But with advice and silent secrecy. Do you as I do in these dangerous days Wink at the Duke of Suffolks insolence, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018993 | At Beauforts pride, at Somersets ambition, At Buckingham, and all the crew of them, Till they have snared the shepherd of the flock, That virtuous prince, the good Duke Humphrey. Tis that they seek; and they, in seeking that, Shall find their deaths, if York can prophesy. SALISBURY. My lord, break we off; we know your mind at full. WARWICK. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018994 | My heart assures me that the Earl of Warwick Shall one day make the Duke of York a king. YORK. And, Neville, this I do assure myself: Richard shall live to make the Earl of Warwick The greatest man in England but the king. [_Exeunt._] SCENE III. A Hall of Justice Sound trumpets. Enter the King, the Queen, Gloucester, York, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018995 | Suffolk and Salisbury; the Duchess of Gloucester, Margery Jourdain, Southwell, Hume and Bolingbroke under guard. KING HENRY. Stand forth, Dame Eleanor Cobham, Gloucesters wife. In sight of God and us, your guilt is great; Receive the sentence of the law for sins Such as by Gods book are adjudged to death. You four, from hence to prison back again; From | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018996 | thence unto the place of execution. The witch in Smithfield shall be burnt to ashes, And you three shall be strangled on the gallows. You, madam, for you are more nobly born, Despoiled of your honour in your life, Shall, after three days open penance done, Live in your country here in banishment, With Sir John Stanley in the Isle | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018997 | of Man. ELEANOR. Welcome is banishment; welcome were my death. GLOUCESTER. Eleanor, the law, thou seest, hath judged thee. I cannot justify whom the law condemns. [_Exeunt Duchess and the other prisoners, guarded._] Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief. Ah, Humphrey, this dishonour in thine age Will bring thy head with sorrow to the ground! I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018998 | beseech your majesty, give me leave to go; Sorrow would solace, and mine age would ease. KING HENRY. Stay, Humphrey Duke of Gloucester. Ere thou go, Give up thy staff. Henry will to himself Protector be; and God shall be my hope, My stay, my guide, and lantern to my feet. And go in peace, Humphrey, no less beloved Than | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018999 | when thou wert Protector to thy king. QUEEN MARGARET. I see no reason why a king of years Should be to be protected like a child. God and King Henry govern Englands realm! Give up your staff, sir, and the King his realm. GLOUCESTER. My staff? Here, noble Henry, is my staff. As willingly do I the same resign As | 60 | gutenberg |
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