First Petitioner

My 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 Petitioner

Marry, the Lord protect him, for he's a good man! Jesu bless him!

Peter

Here 'a comes, methinks, and the queen with him. I'll be the first, sure.

Second Petitioner

Come back, fool; this is the Duke of Suffolk, and not my lord protector.

Suffolk

How now, fellow! wouldst any thing with me?

First Petitioner

I pray, my lord, pardon me; I took ye for my lord protector.

Queen Margaret

“To my Lord Protector!” Are your supplications to his lordship? Let me see them: what is thine?

First Petitioner

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.

Suffolk

Thy wife too! that's some wrong, indeed. What's yours? What's here? “Against the Duke of Suffolk, for enclosing the commons of Melford.” How now, sir knave!

Second Petitioner

Alas, sir, I am but a poor petitioner of our whole township.

Peter

Against my master, Thomas Horner, for saying that the Duke of York was rightful heir to the crown.

Queen Margaret

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.

Suffolk

Who is there? Take this fellow in, and send for his master with a pursuivant presently; we'll hear more of your matter before the king.

Queen Margaret

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. Tears the supplication.

Away, base cullions! Suffolk, let them go.

All

Come, let's be gone.

Queen Margaret

My Lord of Suffolk, say, is this the guise,

Is this the fashions 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 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.

Suffolk

Madam, be patient: as I was cause

Your highness came to England, so will I

In England work your grace's full content.

Queen Margaret

Beside 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.

Suffolk

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.

Queen Margaret

Not 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.

Suffolk

Madam, myself have limed a bush for her,

And placed a choir 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 the KING, DUKE HUMPHREY of Gloucester, CARDINAL BEAUFORT, BUCKINGHAM, YORK, SOMERSET, SALISBURY, WARWICK, and the DUCHESS OF GLOUCESTER.

King Henry

For my part, noble lords, I care not which;

Or Somerset or York, all's one to me.

Plantagenet

If York have ill demeaned himself in France,

Then let him be denayed 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 cardinal's not my better 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 no women's 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 king — as who is king but thou?

The commonwealth hath daily run to wrack;

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 clergy's bags

Are lank and lean with thy extortions.

Somerset

Thy sumptuous buildings and thy wife's attire

Have cost a mass of public treasury.

Buckingham

Thy cruelty in execution

Upon 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? Gives the Duchess a box on the ear.

I cry you mercy, madam; was it you?

Duchess

Was't I! yea, I it was, proud Frenchwoman:

Could I come near your beauty with my nails,

I could set my ten commandments in your face.

King Henry

Sweet aunt, be quiet; 'twas against her will.

Duchess

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 unrevenged. Exit.

Buckingham

Lord 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 GLOUCESTER.

Gloucester

Now, 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:

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.

Plantagenet

I'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, famished, and lost.

Warwick

That can I witness; and a fouler fact

Did never traitor in the land commit.

Suffolk

Peace, 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!

Plantagenet

Doth any one accuse York for a traitor?

King Henry

What mean'st thou, Suffolk; tell me, what are these?

Suffolk

Please 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 an usurper.

King Henry

Say, man, were these thy words?

Thomas Horner

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.

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 York's armour.

Plantagenet

Base 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 rigour of the law.

Thomas 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, do not cast away an honest man for a villain's 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 o'er 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.

Somerset

I humbly thank your royal majesty.

Thomas Horner

And I accept the combat willingly.

Peter

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!

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, we'll see thee sent away.