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To think upon my pomp shall be my hell.
Sometime I'll say, I am Duke Humphry's wife,
And he a Prince and ruler of the land:
Yet fo he rul'd, and such a Prince he was,
That he stood by, whilft I his forlorn Dutchess
Was made a wonder and a pointing-Itock
To every idle, rascal follower.
But be thou mild, and blush not at my shame,
Nor stir at nothing, 'till the ax of death
Hang over thee, as sure it shortly will.
For Suffolk, (he that can do all in all
With her that hateth thee and hates us all)
And York, and impious Beaufort that false priest,
Have all lim'd bushes to betray thy wings;
And fly thou how thou can'ft they'll tangle thee :
But fear thou not until thy foot be snar'd,
Nor ever seek prevention of thy foes.

Glou. Ah, Nell, forbear; thou aimest all awry. .
I must offend, before I be attainted:
And had I twenty times so many foes,
And each of them had twenty times their power,
All these could not procure me any scathe,
So long as I am loyal, true, and crimeless.
Wouldst have me rescue thee from this reproach?
Why, yet thy scandal were not wip'd away,
But I in danger for the breach of law.
Thy greatest help is quiet, gentle Nell :
I pray thee, fort thy heart to patience,
siThis' few-days-wonder will be quickly worn.

Enter a Herald. Her. I summon your Grace to his Majesty's Parliament holden at Bury, the first of this next month.

Glou. And my consent ne'er ask'd herein before ? This is close dealing. Well, I will be there ;

[Exit Herald. My Nell, I take my leave: and, master Sheriff,

Let 8 These

Let not her penance exceed the King's commission.

Sher. An't please your Grace, here my commission stays: And Sir John Stanley is appointed now, To take her with him to the Isle of Man.

Glou. Must you, Sir John, protect my Lady here?
Stan. So am I giv’n in charge, may't please your Grace.
Glou. Entreat her not the worse, in that I

You use her well; the world may laugh again,
And I may live to do you kindness, if
You do it her: and so, Sir John, farewel.

Elean. What gone, my Lord, and bid me not farewel?
Glou. Witness my tears, I cannot stay to speak.

[Exit Gloucester. Elean. Art thou gone too ? all comfort go with thee! For none abides with me: my joy is death ; Death, at whose name I oft have been afraid, Because I wilh'd this world's eternity. Stanley, 1 prythee go and take me hence, I care not whither, for I beg no favour; Only convey me where thou art commanded.

Stan. Why, Madam, that is to the Isle of Man, There to be us'd according to your state.

Elean. That's bad enough, for I am but reproach: And shall I then be us'd reproachfully? · Stan. No; like a Dutchess, and Duke Humphry's Lady, According to that state you fhall be us’d.

Elean. Sheriff, fare well, and better than I fare, Although thou haft been conduct of my shame.

Sber. It is my office, Madam, pardon me.

Elean. Ay, ay, farewel ; thy office is discharg'd. Come, Stanley, shall we go?

Stan. Madam, your penance done, throw off this sheet, And

go we to attire you for our journey. Elean. My shame will not be shifted with my sheet : No, it will hang upon my richest robes, And Thew itself, attire me how I can. Go, lead the way, I long to see my prison. (Exeunt.

Vol. IV.




Ś C E N E I.

St. EDMUND's Bury.

Enter King Henry, Queen Margaret, Cardinal, Suffolk,

York, Buckingham, Salisbury and Warwick, to the Parliament.

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Muse my Lord of Glo'fter is not come: Whate'er occasion keeps him from us now. Q. Mar. Can you not see? or will you not observe The strangeness of his alter'd .countenance ? With what a majesty he bears himself, How insolent of late he is become, How peremptory and unlike himself! We know the time since he was mild and affable, And if we did but glance a far-off look, Immediately he was upon his knee, That all the Court admir'd him for fubmiffion. But meet him now, and be it in the morn When ev'ry one will give the time of day, He knits his brow and shews an angry eye, And pafseth by with stiff unbowed knee, Disdaining duty that to us belongs. Small curs are not regarded when they grin, But great men tremble when the Lion roars, And Humphry is no little man in England. First note, that he is near you in defcent, And should you fall, he is the next will mount. Me seemeth then, it is no policy, (Respecting what a ranc'rous mind he bears, And his advantage following your decease)


That he should come about your Royal person,
Or be admitted to your Highness' council.
By flatt'ry hath he won the Commons hearts:
And when he'll please to make commotion,
'Tis to be fear'd they all-will follow him.
Now 'tis the spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted,
Suffer them now, and they'll o'er-grow the garden,
And choak the herbs for want of husbandry.
The reverent care I bear unto my Lord
9 Makes' me collect these dangers in the Duke.
If it be fond, call it a woman's fear :
Which fear if better reasons can supplant,
I will subscribe, and say I wrong'd the Duke.
My Lords of Suffolk, Buckingham, and York,
Reprove my allegation if you can,
Or else conclude my words effectual.

Suf. Well hath your Highness seen into this Duke.
And had I first been put to speak my mind,
I think I should have told your Grace's tale.
The Dutchess, by his subornation,
Upon my life, began her devilish practices:
Or if he were not privy to those faults,
Yet the repeating of his high defcent
As next the King he was successive heir,
And such high vaunts of his Nobility,
Did instigate the bedlam brain-fick Dutchess,
By wicked means to frame our Sov'reign's fall

Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep,
And in his simple shew he harbours treason.
The Fox barks not when he would steal the Lamb.
No, no, my Sov'reign, Glo'ster is a man
Unsounded yet, and full of deep deceit.

Car. Did he not, contrary to form of law,
Devise strange deaths for small offences done?

York. And did he not in his Protectorship, Levy great sums of mony through the Realm For foldiers pay in France, and never sent it?

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By means whereof the towns each day revolted.

Buck. Tut, these are petty faults to faults unknown, Which time will bring to light in smooth Duke Humphry.

K. Henry. My Lords, at once; the care you have of us,
To mow down thorns that would annoy our foot,
Is worthy praise ; but shall I speak my conscience?
Our kinsman Gloʻster is as innocent
From meaning treason to our Royal person,
As is the fucking Lamb or harmless Dove :
The Duke is virtuous, mild, and too well given
To dream on evil, or to work my downfal.
Q. Mar. Ah! what's more dang'rous than this fond

affiance ?
Seems he a Dove? his feathers are but borrow'd;
For he's disposed as the hateful Raven.
Is he a Lamb? his skin is surely lent him ;
For he's inclin'd as is the ravenous Wolf.
Who cannot steal a shape, that means deceit?
Take heed, my Lord; the welfare of us all
Hangs on the cutting short that fraudful man.

Enter Somerset.
Som. All health unto my gracious Sovereign!
K. Henry. Welcome, Lord Somerset; what news from

France ?
Som. That all our int'rest in those territories
Is utterly bereft you; all is loft.
K. Henry; Cold news, Lord Somerset; but God's will

be done!
York. Cold news for me: for I had hope of France,
As firmly as I hope for fertile England.
Thus are my blossoms blasted in the bud,
And caterpillars eat my leaves away.
But I will remedy this gear ere long,
Or fell my title for a glorious grave.



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