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Scene IIIThe palaceEnter three or four Petitioners, Peter, the Armourer’s man, being oneFirst PetitionerMy masters, let’s stand close: my lord protector will come this way by and by, and then we may deliver our supplications in the quill.Second PetitionerMarry, the Lord protect him, for he’s a good man! Jesu bless him!Enter Suffolk and Queen MargaretPeterHere a’ comes, methinks, and the queen with him. I’ll be the first, sure.Second PetitionerCome back, fool; this is the Duke of Suffolk, and not my lord protector.SuffolkHow now, fellow! would’st anything with me?First PetitionerI 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 me see them: what is thine?First PetitionerMine 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.SuffolkThy wife, too! that’s some wrong, indeed. What’s yours? What’s here!Reads’Against the Duke of Suffolk, for enclosing the commons of Melford.’ How now, sir knave!Second PetitionerAlas, sir, I am but a poor petitioner of our whole township.PeterGiving his petitionAgainst my master, Thomas Horner, for saying that the Duke of York was rightful heir to the crown.Queen MargaretWhat sayst thou? did the Duke of York say he was rightful heir to the crown?PeterThat my master was? no, forsooth: my master said that he was, and that the king was an usurper.SuffolkWho is there?Enter ServantTake this fellow in, and send for his master with a pursuivant presently: we’ll hear more of your matter before the King.Exit Servant with PeterQueen MargaretAnd as for you, that love to be protected Under the wings of our protector’s grace, Begin your suits anew, and sue to him.Tears the supplicationAway, base cullions! Suffolk, let them go.AllCome, let’s be gone.ExeuntQueen MargaretMy Lord of Suffolk, say, is this the guise, Is this the fashion in the court of England? Is this the government of Britain’s isle, And this the royalty of Albion’s king? What shall King Henry be a pupil still Under the surly Gloucester’s 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 ran’st a tilt in honour of my love And stolest away the ladies’ hearts of France, I thought King Henry had resembled 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 carry him to Rome, And set the triple crown upon his head: That were a state fit for his holiness.SuffolkMadam, be patient: as I was cause Your highness came to England, so will I In England work your grace’s full content.Queen MargaretBeside the haughty 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.SuffolkAnd he of these that can do most of all Cannot do more in England than the Nevils: Salisbury and Warwick are no simple peers.Queen MargaretNot all these lords do vex me half so much As that proud dame, the lord protector’s wife. She sweeps it through the court with troops of ladies, More like an empress than Duke Humphrey’s wife: Strangers in court do take her for the queen: She bears a duke’s 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 vaunted ‘mongst her minions t’other day, The very train of her worst wearing gown Was better worth than all my father’s lands, Till Suffolk gave two dukedoms for his daughter.SuffolkMadam, 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 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 his benefit. So, one by one, we’ll weed them all at last, And you yourself shall steer the happy helm.Sound a sennet. Enter King Henry VI, Gloucester, Cardinal, Buckingham, York, Somerset, Salisbury, Warwick, and the DuchessKing Henry VIFor my part, noble lords, I care not which; Or Somerset or York, all’s one to me.YorkIf York have ill demean’d himself in France, Then let him be denay’d the regentship.SomersetIf Somerset be unworthy of the place, Let York be regent; I will yield to him.WarwickWhether your grace be worthy, yea or no, Dispute not that: York is the worthier.CardinalAmbitious Warwick, let thy betters speak.WarwickThe cardinal’s not my better in the field.BuckinghamAll in this presence are thy betters, Warwick.WarwickWarwick may live to be the best of all.SalisburyPeace, son! and show some reason, Buckingham, Why Somerset should be preferred in this.Queen MargaretBecause the king, forsooth, will have it so.GloucesterMadam, the king is old enough himself To give his censure: these are no women’s matters.Queen MargaretIf he be old enough, what needs your grace To be protector of his excellence?GloucesterMadam, I am protector of the realm; And, at his pleasure, will resign my place.SuffolkResign it then and leave thine insolence. Since thou wert king—as who is king but thou?— The commonwealth hath daily run to wreck; The Dauphin hath prevail’d beyond the seas; And all the peers and nobles of the realm Have been as bondmen to thy sovereignty.CardinalThe commons hast thou rack’d; the clergy’s bags Are lank and lean with thy extortions.SomersetThy sumptuous buildings and thy wife’s attire Have cost a mass of public treasury.BuckinghamThy cruelty in execution Upon offenders, hath exceeded law, And left thee to the mercy of the law.Queen MargaretThey 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. Queen Margaret drops her fanGive me my fan: what, minion! can ye not?She gives the Duchess a box on the earI cry you mercy, madam; was it you?DuchessWas’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.King Henry VISweet aunt, be quiet; ’twas against her will.DuchessAgainst 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 unrevenged.ExitBuckinghamLord cardinal, I will follow Eleanor, And listen after Humphrey, how he proceeds: She’s tickled now; her fume needs no spurs, She’ll gallop far enough to her destruction. [Exit]Re-enter GloucesterGloucesterNow, lords, my choler being over-blown 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: I say, my sovereign, York is meetest man To be your regent in the realm of France.SuffolkBefore we make election, give me leave To show some reason, of no little force, That York is most unmeet of any man.YorkI’ll tell thee, Suffolk, why I am unmeet: First, for I cannot flatter thee in pride; Next, if 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 Dauphin’s hands: Last time, I danced attendance on his will Till Paris was besieged, famish’d, and lost.WarwickThat can I witness; and a fouler fact Did never traitor in the land commit.SuffolkPeace, headstrong Warwick!WarwickImage of pride, why should I hold my peace?Enter Horner, the Armourer, and his man Peter, guardedSuffolkBecause here is a man accused of treason: Pray God the Duke of York excuse himself!YorkDoth any one accuse York for a traitor?King Henry VIWhat mean’st thou, Suffolk; tell me, what are these?SuffolkPlease it 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 a usurper.King Henry VISay, man, were these thy words?HornerAn’t shall please your majesty, I never said nor thought any such matter: God is my witness, I am falsely accused by the villain.PeterBy these ten bones, my lords, he did speak them to me in the garret one night, as we were scouring my Lord of York’s armour.YorkBase dunghill villain and mechanical, I’ll have thy head for this thy traitor’s speech. I do beseech your royal majesty, Let him have all the rigor of the law.HornerAlas, 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.King Henry VIUncle, what shall we say to this in law?GloucesterThis doom, my lord, if I may judge: Let Somerset be regent over the French, Because in York this breeds suspicion: And let these have a day appointed them For single combat in convenient place, For he hath witness of his servant’s malice: This is the law, and this Duke Humphrey’s doom.SomersetI humbly thank your royal majesty.HornerAnd I accept the combat willingly.PeterAlas, 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!GloucesterSirrah, or you must fight, or else be hang’d.King Henry VIAway with them to prison; and the day of combat shall be the last of the next month. Come, Somerset, we’ll see thee sent away.Flourish. Exeunt

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William Shakespeare: Henry VI (Pt 2), Act III

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