protector! are your supplications to his lordship? Let me see them: What is thine ? 1 Pet. Mine is, an't please your grace, against John Goodman, my lord cardinal's man, for keeping my house, and lands, and wife and all, from me. Suf. Thy wife too? that is some wrong, indeed.What yours? What's here! [Reads.] Against the duke of Suffolk, for enclosing the commons of Melford.-How now, sir knave? 2 Pet. Alas, sir, I am but a poor petitioner of our whole township. Peter. [Presenting his petition.] Against my master, Thomas Horner, for saying, That the duke of York was rightful heir to the crown. Q. Mar. What say'st thou ? Did the duke of York say, he was rightful heir to the crown? Peter. That my master was? No, forsooth: my master said, That he was; and that the king was an usurper. Suf. Who is there? [Enter Servants.]-Take this fellow in, and send for his master with a pursuivant presently:-we'll hear more of your matter before the king. [Exeunt Servants, with PETER. Q. Mar. And as for you, that love to be protected Under the wings of our protector's grace, Begin your suits anew, and sue to him. Away, base cullions !-Suffolk, let them go. All. Come, let's be gone. [Tears the peti tion. [Exeunt Petitioners. Q. Mar. My lord of Suffolk, say, is this the guise, And must be made a subject to a duke? His study is his tilt-yard, and his loves Would choose him pope, and carry him to Rome, That were a state fit for his holiness. Suf. Madam, be patient: as I was cause Your highness came to England, so will I In England work your grace's full content. G. Mar. Beside the haught protector, have we Beaufort, The imperious churchman; Somerset, Buckingham, And grumbling York: and not the least of these, But can do more in England than the king. Suf. And he of these, that can do most of all, Cannot do more in England than the Nevils : Salisbury, and Warwick, are no simple peers. Q. Mar. Not all these lords do vex me half so much, Yet must we join with him, and with the lords, So, one by one, we'll weed them all at last, And you yourself shall steer the happy helm. [5] That is, the complaint of Peter the armourer's man against his master for saying that York was the rightful king. JOHNSON. Enter King HENRY, YORK, and SOMERSET, conversing with him; Duke and Duchess of GLOSTER, Cardinal BEAUFORT, BUCKINGHAM, Salisbury, and WARWICK. K. Hen. For my part, noble lords, I care not which; Or Somerset, or York, all's one to me. York. If York have ill demean'd himself in France, Then let him be denay'd the regentship. Som. If Somerset be unworthy of the place, Let York be regent, I will yield to him." War. Whether your grace be worthy, yea, or no, Car. Ambitious Warwick, let thy betters speak. Sal. Peace, son ;-and shew some reason, Buckingham, Why Somerset should be preferr'd in this. Q. Mar. Because the king, forsooth, will have it so. Glo. Madam, the king is old enough himself To give his censure: these are no women's matters. Q. Mar. If he be old enough, what needs your grace To be protector of his excellence ? Glo. Madam, I am protector of the realm; Suf. Resign it then, and leave thine insolence. Car. The commons hast thou rack'd; the clergy's bags Are lank and lean with thy extortions. Som. Thy sumptuous buildings, and thy wife's attire, Have cost a mass of public treasury. Buck. Thy cruelty in execution, Upon offenders, hath exceeded law, Q. Mar. 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 GLOSTER. The Queen drops her fan. [6] Denay is frequently used instead of deny, among old writers. STEEVENS [7] Through all these plays censure is used in an indifferent sense, simply for judgment or opinion. JOHNSON. -Give me my fan: What, minion! can you not? [Gives the Duchess a box on the ear I cry you mercy, madam; Was it you? Duch. Was't I? yea, I it was, proud Frenchwoman: Could I come near your beauty with my nails, I'd set my ten commandments in your face. K. Hen. Sweet aunt, be quiet; 'twas against her will. Duch. Against her will! Good king, look to't in time; She'll hamper thee, and dandle thee like a baby! Though in this place most master wear no breeches, She shall not strike dame Eleanor unreveng'd. Buck. Lord cardinal, I will follow Eleanor, And listen after Humphrey, how he proceeds: She's tickled now; her fume can need no spurs, She'll gallop fast enough to her destruction. Re-enter GLOSTER. Glo. Now, lords, my choler being over-blown, York. I'll tell thee, Suffolk, why I am unmeet. Did never traitor in the land commit. Suf. Peace, head-strong Warwick! [Exit. [Exit. War. Image of pride, why should I hold my peace? Enter Servants of SUFFOLK, bringing in HORNER and PETER Suf. Because here is a man accus'd of treason: Pray God, the duke of York excuse himself! York. Doth any one accuse York for a traitor? K. Hen. What mean'st thou, Suffolk ? tell me : What are these? Suf. Please it your majesty, this is the man That doth accuse his master of high treason: And that your majesty was an usurper. K. Hen. Say, man, were these thy words? Hor. An't shall please your majesty, I never said nor thought any such matter: God is my witness, I am falsely accused by the villain. Pet. By these ten bones, my lords, [Holding up his hands.] he did speak them to me in the garret one night, as we were scouring my lord of York's armour. York. Base dunghill villain, and mechanical, I'll have thy head for this thy traitor's speech :— Let him have all the rigour of the law. Hor. 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, do not cast away an honest man for a villain's accusation. K. Hen. Uncle, what shall we say to this in law? Let Somerset be regent o'er the French, Hor. And I accept the combat willingly. Pet. Alas, my lord, I cannot fight; for God's sake, pity my case! the spite of man prevaileth against me. O, Lord have mercy upon me! I shall never be able to fight a blow: O Lord, my heart! [8] The jests in this play turn rather too much on the enumeration of fingers. We have just heard a Duchess threaten to set her ten commandments in the face of a Queen. This adjuration is, however, very ancient. STEEVENS. VOL. IV. 17 |