Part 29

_Messenger._ And it please your grace, the King and Queene to morrow morning will ride a hawking to Saint Albones, [dab040] and craues your company along with them.

_Humphrey._ With all my heart, I will attend his grace: Come _Nell_, thou wilt go with vs vs I am sure. [dab043] _Exet Humphrey._

_Elnor._ Ile come after you, for I cannot go before, But ere it be long, Ile go before them all, [dab045] Despight of all that seeke to crosse me thus, Who is within there?

Enter sir _Iohn Hum_.

What sir _Iohn Hum_, what newes with you?

_Sir Iohn._ Iesus preserue your Maiestie.

_Elnor._ My Maiestie. Why man I am but grace. ·dab050·

_Ser Iohn._ I, but by the grace of God & _Hums_ aduise, [dab051] Your graces state shall be aduanst ere long.

_Elnor._ What hast thou conferd with _Margery Iordaine_, the cunning Witch of _Ely_, with _Roger Bullingbrooke_ and the [dab054] rest, and will they vndertake to do me good? [dab055]

_Sir Iohn._ I haue Madame, and they haue promised me to raise a Spirite from depth of vnder grounde, that shall tell your [dab057] grace all questions you demaund.

_Elnor._ Thanks good sir _Iohn_. Some two daies hence I gesse [dab059] Will fit our time, then see that they be here: ·dab060· For now the King is ryding to Saint Albones, And all the Dukes and Earles along with him, When they be gone, then safely they may come, [dab063] And on the backside of my Orchard heere, There cast their Spelles in silence of the night, ·dab065· And so resolue vs of the thing we wish, [dab066] Till when, drinke that for my sake, And so farwell. _Exet Elnor._

_Sir Iohn._ Now sir _Iohn Hum_, No words but mum. Seale vp your lips, for you must silent be, These gifts ere long will make me mightie rich. ·dab070· The Duches she thinks now that all is well, But I haue gold comes from another place, From one that hyred me to set her on, To plot these Treasons gainst the King and Peeres, And that is the mightie Duke of _Suffolke_. ·dab075· For he it is, but I must not say so, That by my meanes must worke the Duches fall, Who now by Cuniurations thinkes to rise. [dab078] But whist sir _Iohn,_ no more of that I trow, [dab079] For feare you lose your head before you goe. ·dab080· _Exet._

## SCENE III.

Enter two Petitioners, and _Peter_ the Armourers man.

_1. Peti._ Come sirs let vs linger here abouts a while, [dac001] Vntil my Lord Protector come this way, That we may show his grace our seuerall causes.

_2. Peti._ I pray God saue the good Duke _Humphries_ life, [dac004] For but for him a many were vndone, ·dac005· That cannot get no succour in the Court, [dac006] But see where he comes with the Oueene.

Enter the Duke of _Suffolke_ with the Queene, and they take him for Duke _Humphrey_, and giues him their writings.

_1. Peti._ Oh we are vndone, this is the Duke of _Suffolke_.

_Queene._ Now good-fellowes, whom would you speak withall?

_2. Peti._ If it please your Maiestie, with my Lord Protectors ·dac010· Grace.

_Queene._ Are your sutes to his grace. Let vs see them first, [dac012] Looke on them my Lord of _Suffolke_.

_Suffolke._ A complaint against the Cardinals man, What hath he done? ·dac015·

_2. Peti._ Marry my Lord, he hath stole away my wife, [dac016] And th’ are gone togither, and I know not where to finde them.

_Suffolke._ Hath he stole thy wife, thats some iniury indeed. [dac018] But what say you?

_Peter Thump._ Marry sir I come to tel you that my maister said, ·dac020· that the Duke of _Yor_k_e_ was true heire vnto the Crowne, and [dac021] that the King was an vsurer.

_Queene._ An vsurper thou wouldst say.

_Peter._ I forsooth an vsurper. [dac024]

_Queene._ Didst thou say the King was an vsurper? ·dac025·

_Peter._ No forsooth, I saide my maister saide so, th’ other day, when we were scowring the Duke of _Yorks_ Armour in our garret.

_Suffolke._ I marry this is something like, Whose within there? [dac030]

Enter one or two.

Sirra take in this fellow and keepe him close, [dac031] And send out a Purseuant for his maister straight, Weele here more of this before the King. [dac033] _Exet_ with the Armourers man. Now sir what yours? Let me see it, [dac034] Whats here? [dac035]

A complaint against the Duke of _Suffolke_ for enclosing the commons of long Melford.

How now sir knaue. [dac038]

_1. Peti._ I beseech your grace to pardon me, me, I am but a [dac039] Messenger for the whole town-ship. ·dac040·

He teares the papers.

_Suffolke._ So now show your petitions to Duke _Humphrey_. [dac041] Villaines get you gone and come not neare the Court, [dac042] Dare these pesants write against me thus. [dac043] _Exet_ Petitioners.

_Queene._ My Lord of _Suffolke_, you may see by this, The Commons loues vnto that haughtie Duke, ·dac045· That seekes to him more then to King _Henry_: Whose eyes are alwaies poring on his booke, And nere regards the honour of his name, [dac048] But still must be protected like a childe, And gouerned by that ambitious Duke, ·dac050· That scarse will moue his cap nor speake to vs, [dac051] And his proud wife, high minded _Elanor_, That ruffles it with such a troupe of Ladies, As strangers in the Court takes her for the Queene. [dac054] The other day she vanted to her maides, ·dac055· That the very traine of her worst gowne, Was worth more wealth then all my fathers lands, Can any griefe of minde be like to this. [dac058] I tell thee _Poull_, when thou didst runne at Tilt, [dac059] And stolst away our Ladaies hearts in _France_, [dac060] I thought King _Henry_ had bene like to thee, Or else thou hadst not brought me out of _France_.

_Suffolke._ Madame content your selfe a litle while, As I was cause of your comming to England, [dac064] So will I in England worke your full content: ·dac065· And as for proud Duke _Humphrey_ and his wife, I haue set lime-twigs that will intangle them, As that your grace ere long shall vnderstand. But staie Madame, here comes the King. [dac069]

Enter King _Henry_, and the Duke of _Yorke_ and the Duke of _Somerset_ on both sides of the King, whispering with him, and enter Duke _Humphrey_, Dame _Elnor_, the Duke of _Buckingham_, the Earle of _Salsbury_, the Earle of _Warwicke_, and the Cardinall of _Winchester_.

_King._ My Lords I care not who be Regent in _France_, or _York_, ·dac070· or Somerset, alls wonne to me. [dac071]

_Yorke_ My Lord, if _Yorke_ haue ill demeande himselfe, Let _Somerset_ enioy his place and go to _France_.

_Somerset._ Then whom your grace thinke worthie, let him go, [dac074] And there be made the Regent ouer the French. ·dac075·

_Warwicke._ Whom soeuer you account worthie, _Yorke_ is the worthiest.

_Cardinall._ Pease _Warwicke_. Giue thy betters leaue to speake. [dac078]

_War._ The Cardinals not my better in the field. [dac079]

_Buc._ All in this place are thy betters farre. ·dac080·

_War._ And _Warwicke_ may liue to be the best of all. [dac081]

_Queene._ My Lord in mine opinion, it were best that _Somerset_ were Regent ouer _France_.

_Humphrey._ Madame onr King is old inough himselfe, [dac084] To giue his answere without your consent. ·dac085·

_Queene._ If he be old inough, what needs your grace [dac086] To be Protector ouer him so long.

_Humphrey._ Madame I am but Protector ouer the land, [dac088] And when it please his grace, I will resigne my charge.

_Suffolke._ Resigne it then, for since that thou wast King, [dac090] As who is King but thee. The common state [dac091] Doth as we see, all wholly go to wracke, And Millions of treasure hath bene spent, And as for the Regentship of _France_, I say _Somerset_ is more worthie then _Yorke_. [dac095]

_Yorke._ Ile tell thee _Suffolke_ why I am not worthie, Because I cannot flatter as thou canst.

_War._ And yet the worthie deeds that _York_ hath done, Should make him worthie to be honoured here.

_Suffolke._ Peace headstrong _Warwicke_. ·dac100·

_War._ Image of pride, wherefore should I peace?

_Suffolke._ Because here is a man accusde of Treason, Pray God the Duke of _Yorke_ do cleare himselfe. Ho, bring hither the Armourer and his man.

Enter the Armourer and his man.

If it please your grace, this fellow here, hath accused his maister of ·dac105· high Treason, And his words were these.

That the Duke of _Yorke_ was lawfull heire vnto the Crowne, and that your grace was an vsurper.

_Yorke._ I beseech your grace let him haue what punishment the law will afford, for his villany. ·dac110·

_King._ Come hether fellow, didst thou speake these words?

_Armour._ Ant shall please your Maiestie, I neuer said any such [dac112] matter, God is my witnesse, I am falsly accused by this villain (here.

_Peter._ Tis no matter for that, you did say so. ·dac115·

_Yorke._ I beseech your grace, let him haue the law.

_Armour._ Alasse my Lord, hang me if euer I spake the words, [dac117] my accuser is my prentise, & when I did correct him for his fault the other day, he did vow upon his knees that he would be euen with me, I haue good witnesse of this, and therefore ·dac120· I beseech your Maiestie do not cast away an honest man for [dac121] a villaines accusation.

_King._ Vnckle _Gloster_, what do you thinke of this?

_Humphrey._ The law my Lord is this by case, it rests suspitious, That a day of combat be appointed, ·dac125· And there to trie each others right or wrong, Which shall be on the thirtith of this month, [dac127] With _Eben_ staues, and _Standbags_ combatting [dac128] In Smythfield, before your Royall Maiestie. _Exet Humphrey._

_Armour._ And I accept the Combat willingly. ·dac130·

_Peter._ Alasse my Lord, I am not able to fight. [dac131]

_Suffolke._ You must either fight sirra or else be hangde: Go take them hence againe to prison. _Exet_ with them. [dac133] The Queene lets fall her gloue, and hits the Duches of _Gloster_, a boxe on the eare.

_Queene._ Giue me my gloue. Why Minion can you not see? She strikes her.

I cry you mercy Madame, I did mistake, ·dac135· _I_ did not thinke it had bene you.

_Elnor._ Did you not proud French-woman, [dac137] Could _I_ come neare your daintie vissage with my nayles, Ide set my ten commandments in your face.

_King._ Be patient gentle Aunt. ·dac140· It was against her will.

_Elnor._ Against her will. Good King sheele dandle thee, [dac142] If thou wilt alwaies thus be rulde by her. But let it rest. As sure as _I_ do liue, She shall not strike dame _Elnor_ vnreuengde. ·dac145· _Exet Elnor._

_King._ Beleeue me my loue, thou wart much to blame, [dac146] I would not for a thousand pounds of gold, My noble vnckle had bene here in place.

Enter Duke _Humphrey_.

But see where he comes, _I_ am glad he met her not. Vnckle _Gloster_, what answere makes your grace ·dac150· Concerning our Regent for the Realme of _France_, Whom thinks your grace is meetest for to send.

_Humphrey._ My gratious Lord, then this is my resolue, For that these words the Armourer should speake, [dac154] Doth breed suspition on the part of _Yorke_, ·dac155· Let _Somerset_ be Regent ouer the French, [dac156] Till trials made, and _Yorke_ may cleare himselfe. [dac157]

_King._ Then be it so my Lord of _Somerset_. We make your grace Regent ouer the French, And to defend our rights gainst forraine foes, [dac160] And so do good vnto the Realme of _France_. Make hast my Lord, tis time that you were gone, The time of Truse I thinke is full expirde.

_Somerset._ I humbly thanke your royall Maiestie, And take my leaue to poste with speed to _France_. ·dac165· _Exet Somerset._

_King._ Come vnckle _Gloster_, now lets haue our horse, [dac166] For we will to Saint Albones presently, Madame your Hawke they say, is swift of flight, And we will trie how she will flie to day. [dac169] _Exet omnes._

## SCENE IV.

Enter _Elnor_, with sir _Iohn Hum_, _Koger Bullenbrooke_ a Coniurer, and _Margery Iourdaine_ a Witch.

_Elnor._ Here sir _Iohn_, take this scrole of paper here, [dad001] Wherein is writ the questions you shall aske, And I will stand vpon this Tower here, And here the spirit what it saies to you, [dad004] And to my questions, write the answeres downe. ·dad005· She goes vp to the Tower.

_Sir Iohn._ Now sirs begin and cast your spels about, And charme the fiendes for to obey your wils, And tell Dame _Elnor_ of the thing she askes.

_Witch._ Then _Roger Bullinbrooke_ about thy taske, And frame a Cirkle here vpon the earth, ·dad010· Whilst I thereon all prostrate on my face, Do talke and whisper with the diuels be low, [dad012] And coniure them for to obey my will. She lies downe vpon her face.

_Bullenbrooke_ makes a Cirkle.

_Bullen._ Darke Night, dread Night, the silence of the Night. Wherein the Furies maske in hellish troupes, ·dad015· Send vp I charge you from _Sosetus_ lake, The spirit _Askalon_ to come to me, To pierce the bowels of this Centricke earth, And hither come in twinkling of an eye, _Askalon, Assenda, Assenda_. [dad020]

It thunders and lightens, and then the spirit riseth vp.

_Spirit._ Now _Bullenbrooke_ what wouldst thou haue me do?

_Bullen._ First of the King, what shall become of him?

_Spirit._ The Duke yet liues that _Henry_ shall depose, But him out liue, and dye a violent death. [dad024]

_Bullen._ What fate awayt the Duke of _Suffolke_. [dad025]

_Spirit._ By water shall he die and take his ende. [dad026]

_Bullen._ What shall betide the Duke of _Somerset_?

_Spirit._ Let him shun Castles, safer shall he be vpon the sandie plaines, then where Castles mounted stand. [dad029] Now question me no more, for I must hence againe. ·dad030·

He sinkes downe againe.

_Bullen._ Then downe I say, vnto the damned poule. [dad031] Where Pluto in his firie Waggon sits. Ryding amidst the singde and parched smoakes, The Rode of _Dytas_ by the Riuer Stykes, There howle and burne for euer in those flames, ·dad035· Rise _Iordaine_ rise, and staie thy charming Spels. Sonnes, we are betraide. [dad037]

Enter the Duke of _Yorke_, and the Duke of _Buckingham_, and others.

_Yorke._ Come sirs, laie hands on them, and bind them sure, This time was well watcht. What Madame are you there? This will be great credit for your husband, ·dad040· That your are plotting Treasons thus with Cuniurers, [dad041] The King shall haue notice of this thing. [dad042] _Exet Elnor_ aboue.

_Buc._ See here my Lord what the diuell hath writ.

_Yorke._ Giue it me my Lord, Ile show it to the King. Go sirs, see them fast lockt in prison. ·dad045· _Exet_ with them.

_Bucking._ My Lord, I pray you let me go post vnto the King, Vnto S. Albones, to tell this newes. [dad047]

_Yorke._ Content. Away then, about it straight.

_Buck._ Farewell my Lord. _Exet_ Buckingham.

_Yorke._ Whose within there? [dad050]

Enter one.

_One._ My Lord.

_Yorke._ Sirrha, go will the Earles of Salsbury and Warwicke, to [dad052] sup with me to night. _Exet_ Yorke.

_One._ I will my Lord. _Exet._

## SCENE V.

Enter the King and Queene with her Hawke on her fist, and Duke _Humphrey_ and _Suffolke_, and the Cardinall, as if they came from hawking.

_Queene._ My Lord, how did your grace like this last flight? But as _I_ cast her off the winde did rise, And twas ten to one, old Ione had not gone out.

_King._ How wonderful the Lords workes are on earth, Euen in these silly creatures of his hands, [dae005] Vnckle Gloster, how hie your Hawke did sore? [dae006] And on a sodaine soust the Partridge downe. [dae007]

_Suffolke._ No maruell if it please your Maiestie My Lord Protectors Hawke done towre so well, [dae009] He knowes his maister loues to be aloft. [dae010]

_Humphrey._ Faith my Lord, it is but a base minde [dae011] That can sore no higher than a Falkons pitch. [dae012]

_Card._ I thought your grace would be aboue the cloudes.

_Humph._ I my Lord Cardinall, were it not good [dae014] Your grace could fllie to heauen. [dae015]

_Card._ Thy heauen is on earth, thy words and thoughts beat on a Crowne, proude Protector dangerous Peere, to smooth it thus with King and common-wealth. [dae018]

_Humphrey._ How now my Lord, why this is more then needs, Church-men so hote. Good vnckle can you doate. [dae020]

_Suffolke._ Why not Hauing so good a quarrell & so bad a cause. [dae021]

_Humphrey._ As how, my Lord?

_Suffolke._ As you, my Lord. And it like your Lordly [dae023] Lords Protectorship.

_Humphrey._ Why Suffolke, England knowes thy insolence. ·dae025·

_Queene._ And thy ambition Gloster.

_King._ Cease gentle Queene, and whet not on these furious Lordes to wrath, for blessed are the peace-makers on earth.

_Card._ Let me be blessed for the peace I make, ·dae030· Against this proud Protector with my sword.

_Humphrey._ Faith holy vnckle, I would it were come to that.

_Cardinall._ Euen when thou darest. [dae033]

_Humphrey._ Dare. I tell rhee Priest, Plantagenets could neuer [dae034] brooke the dare. ·dae035·

_Card._ _I_ am Plantaganet as well as thou, and sonne to Iohn of [dae036] Gaunt.

_Humph._ In Bastardie.

_Cardin._ I scorne thy words.

_Humph._ Make vp no factious numbers, but euen in thine own person meete me at the East end of the groue.

_Card._ Heres my hand, I will. [dae042]

_King._ Why how now Lords?

_Card._ Faith Cousin Gloster, had not your man cast off so soone, we had had more sport to day, Come with thy swoord ·dae045· and buckler.

_Humphrey._ Faith Priest, Ile shaue your Crowne. [dae047]

_Cardinall._ Protector, protect thy selfe well.

_King._ The wind growes high, so doth your chollour Lords. [dae049]

Enter one crying, A miracle, a miracle.

How now, now sirrha, what miracle is it? [dae050]

_One._ And it please your grace, there is a man that came blinde to S. Albones, and hath receiued his sight at his shrine. [dae052]

_King._ Goe fetch him hither, that wee may glorifie the Lord [dae053] with him.

Enter the Maior of Saint Albones and his brethren with Musicke, bearing the man that had bene blind, betweene two in a chaire.

_King._ Thou happie man, giue God eternall praise, ·dae055· For he it is, that thus hath helped thee.

_Humphrey._ Where wast thou borne? [dae057]

_Poore man._ At _Barwicke_ sir, in the North. [dae058]

_Humph._ At _Barwicke_, and come thus far for helpe. [dae059]

_Poore man._ I sir, it was told me in my sleepe, [dae060] That sweet saint Albones, should giue me my sight againe.

_Humphrey._ What art thou lame too? [dae062]

_Poore man._ I indeed sir, God helpe me. [dae063]

_Humphrey._ How cam’st thou lame?

_Poore man._ With falling off on a plum-tree. [dae065]

_Humph._ Wart thou blind & wold clime plumtrees? [dae066]

_Poore man._ Neuer but once sir in all my life, My wife did long for plums.

_Humph._ But tell me, wart thou borne blinde? [dae069]

_Poore man._ _I_ truly sir. ·dae070·

_Woman._ I indeed sir, he was borne blinde.

_Humphrey._ What art thou his mother? [dae072]

_Woman._ His wife sir.

_Humphrey._ Hadst thou bene his mother, Thou couldst haue better told. ·dae075· Why let me see, I thinke thou canst not see yet.

_Poore man._ Yes truly maister, as cleare as day.

_Humphrey._ Saist thou so. What colours his cloake? [dae078]

_Poore man._ Why red maister, as red as blood. [dae079]

_Humphrey._ And his cloake? ·dae080·

_Poore man._ Why thats greene. [dae081]

_Humphrey._ And what colours his hose?

_Poore man._ Yellow maister, yellow as gold.

_Humphrey._ And what colours my gowne? [dae084]

_Poore man._ Blacke sir, as blacke as Ieat. ·dae085·

_King._ Then belike he knowes what colour Ieat is on.

_Suffolke._ And yet _I_ thinke Ieat did he neuer see. [dae087]

_Humph._ But cloakes and gownes ere this day many a (one. But tell me sirrha, whats my name? [dae089]

_Poore man._ Alasse maister I know not. ·dae090·

_Humphrey._ Whats his name? [dae091]

_Poore man._ _I_ know not.

_Humphrey._ Nor his?

_Poore man._ No truly sir.

_Humphrey_ Nor his name? ·dae095·

_Poore man_ No indeed maister.

_Humphrey_ Whats thine owne name? [dae097]

_Poore man._ _Sander_, and it please you maister.

_Humphrey._ Then Sander sit there, the lyingest knaue in Christendom. If thou hadst bene born blind, thou mightest aswell haue [dae100] knowne all our names, as thus to name the seuerall colours we doo weare. Sight may distinguish of colours, but sodeinly to nominate them all, it is impossible. My Lords, saint Albones here hath done a [dae103] Miracle, and would you not thinke his cunning to be great, that could restore this Cripple to his legs againe. [dae105]

_Poore man._ Oh maister I would you could.

_Humphrey._ My Maisters of saint Albones, [dae107] Haue you not Beadles in your Towne, And things called whippes?

_Mayor._ Yes my Lord, if it please your grace. ·dae110·

_Humph._ Then send for one presently.

_Mayor._ Sirrha, go fetch the Beadle hither straight. _Exet_ one.

_Humph._ Now fetch me a stoole hither by and by. Now sirrha, If you meane to saue your selfe from whipping, Leape me ouer this stoole and runne away. ·dae115·

Enter Beadle.

_Poore man._ Alasse maister I am not able to stand alone, You go about to torture me in vaine.

_Humph._ Well sir, we must haue you finde your legges. Sirrha Beadle, whip him till he leape ouer that same stoole.

_Beadle._ I will my Lord, come on sirrha, off with your doublet quickly. ·dae120·

_Poore man._ Alas maister what shall _I_ do, I am not able to stand. [dae122]

After the Beadle hath hit him one girke, he leapes ouer the stoole and runnes away, and they run after him, crying, A miracle, a miracle.

_Hump._ Amiracle, a miracle, let him be taken againe, & whipt through euery Market Towne til he comes at Barwicke where he was borne. ·dae125·

_Mayor._ It shall be done my Lord. _Exet_ Mayor.

_Suffolke._ My Lord Protector hath done wonders to day, He hath made the blinde to see, and halt to go. [dae128]

_Humph._ I but you did greater wonders, when you made whole [dae129] Dukedomes flie in a day. ·dae130· Witnesse _France_.

_King._ Haue done I say, and let me here no more of that. [dae132]

Enter the Duke of _Buckingham_.

What newes brings Duke Humprey of Buckingham? [dae133]

_Buck._ Ill newes for some my Lord, and this it is, That proud dame Elnor our Protectors wife, ·dae135· Hath plotted Treasons gainst the King and Peeres, By wichcrafts, sorceries, and cuniurings, Who by such meanes did raise a spirit vp, To tell her what hap should betide the state, But ere they had finisht their diuellish drift, ·dae140· By Yorke and my selfe they were all surprisde, And heres the answere the diuel did make to them.

_King._ First of the King, what shall become of him?

_Reads._ The Duke yet liues, that Henry shal depose, Yet him out liue, and die a violent death. [dae145] Gods will be done in all. What fate awaits the Duke of Suffolke? By water shall he die and take his end.

_Suffolke._ By water must the Duke of Suffolke die? [dae149] It must be so, or else the diuel doth lie. ·dae150·

_King._ Let Somerset shun Castles, For safer shall he be vpon the sandie plaines, Then where Castles mounted stand.

_Card._ Heres good stuffe, how now my Lord Protector [dae154] This newes I thinke hath turnde your weapons point, ·dae155· I am in doubt youle scarsly keepe your promise.