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Enter DUKE HUMPHREY OF GLOUCESTER and his wife the DUCHESS ELEANOR.
Enter DUKE HUMPHREY OF GLOUCESTER and his wife the DUCHESS ELEANOR.
DUCHESS
Why droops my lord like over-ripened corn
Hanging the head at Ceres’ plenteous load?
Why doth the great Duke Humphrey knit his brows,
As frowning at the favors of the world?
5
Why are thine eyes fixed to the sullen earth,
Gazing on that which seems to dim thy sight?
What seest thou there? King Henry’s diadem,
Enchased with all the honors of the world?
If so, gaze on and grovel on thy face
10
Until thy head be circled with the same.
Put forth thy hand; reach at the glorious gold.
What, is ’t too short? I’ll lengthen it with mine;
And, having both together heaved it up,
We’ll both together lift our heads to heaven
15
And never more abase our sight so low
As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground.
DUCHESS
Why droops my lord like over-ripened corn
Hanging the head at Ceres’ plenteous load?
Why doth the great Duke Humphrey knit his brows,
As frowning at the favors of the world?
5
Why are thine eyes fixed to the sullen earth,
Gazing on that which seems to dim thy sight?
What seest thou there? King Henry’s diadem,
Enchased with all the honors of the world?
If so, gaze on and grovel on thy face
10
Until thy head be circled with the same.
Put forth thy hand; reach at the glorious gold.
What, is ’t too short? I’ll lengthen it with mine;
And, having both together heaved it up,
We’ll both together lift our heads to heaven
15
And never more abase our sight so low
As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground.
GLOUCESTER
O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost love thy lord,
Banish the canker of ambitious thoughts!
And may that hour when I imagine ill
20
Against my king and nephew, virtuous Henry,
Be my last breathing in this mortal world!
My troublous dreams this night doth make me sad.
GLOUCESTER
O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost love thy lord,
Banish the canker of ambitious thoughts!
And may that hour when I imagine ill
20
Against my king and nephew, virtuous Henry,
Be my last breathing in this mortal world!
My troublous dreams this night doth make me sad.
DUCHESS
What dreamed my lord? Tell me, and I’ll requite it
With sweet rehearsal of my morning’s dream.
DUCHESS
What dreamed my lord? Tell me, and I’ll requite it
With sweet rehearsal of my morning’s dream.
GLOUCESTER
25
Methought this staff, mine office badge in court,
Was broke in twain—by whom I have forgot,
But, as I think, it was by th’ Cardinal—
And on the pieces of the broken wand
Were placed the heads of Edmund, Duke of
30
Somerset,
And William de la Pole, first Duke of Suffolk.
This was my dream. What it doth bode God knows.
GLOUCESTER
25
Methought this staff, mine office badge in court,
Was broke in twain—by whom I have forgot,
But, as I think, it was by th’ Cardinal—
And on the pieces of the broken wand
Were placed the heads of Edmund, Duke of
30
Somerset,
And William de la Pole, first Duke of Suffolk.
This was my dream. What it doth bode God knows.
DUCHESS
Tut, this was nothing but an argument
That he that breaks a stick of Gloucester’s grove
35
Shall lose his head for his presumption.
But list to me, my Humphrey, my sweet duke:
Methought I sat in seat of majesty,
In the cathedral church of Westminster
And in that chair where kings and queens were
40
crowned,
Where Henry and Dame Margaret kneeled to me
And on my head did set the diadem.
DUCHESS
Tut, this was nothing but an argument
That he that breaks a stick of Gloucester’s grove
35
Shall lose his head for his presumption.
But list to me, my Humphrey, my sweet duke:
Methought I sat in seat of majesty,
In the cathedral church of Westminster
And in that chair where kings and queens were
40
crowned,
Where Henry and Dame Margaret kneeled to me
And on my head did set the diadem.
GLOUCESTER
Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright.
Presumptuous dame, ill-nurtured Eleanor,
45
Art thou not second woman in the realm
And the Protector’s wife, beloved of him?
Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command,
Above the reach or compass of thy thought?
And wilt thou still be hammering treachery
50
To tumble down thy husband and thyself
From top of honor to disgrace’s feet?
Away from me, and let me hear no more!
GLOUCESTER
Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright.
Presumptuous dame, ill-nurtured Eleanor,
45
Art thou not second woman in the realm
And the Protector’s wife, beloved of him?
Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command,
Above the reach or compass of thy thought?
And wilt thou still be hammering treachery
50
To tumble down thy husband and thyself
From top of honor to disgrace’s feet?
Away from me, and let me hear no more!
DUCHESS
What, what, my lord? Are you so choleric
With Eleanor for telling but her dream?
55
Next time I’ll keep my dreams unto myself
And not be checked.
DUCHESS
What, what, my lord? Are you so choleric
With Eleanor for telling but her dream?
55
Next time I’ll keep my dreams unto myself
And not be checked.
GLOUCESTER
Nay, be not angry. I am pleased again.
GLOUCESTER
Nay, be not angry. I am pleased again.
Enter MESSENGER.
Enter MESSENGER.
MESSENGER
My Lord Protector, ’tis his Highness’ pleasure
You do prepare to ride unto Saint Albans,
60
Whereas the King and Queen do mean to hawk.
MESSENGER
My Lord Protector, ’tis his Highness’ pleasure
You do prepare to ride unto Saint Albans,
60
Whereas the King and Queen do mean to hawk.
GLOUCESTER
I go.—Come, Nell, thou wilt ride with us?
GLOUCESTER
I go.—Come, Nell, thou wilt ride with us?
DUCHESS
Yes, my good lord. I’ll follow presently.
GLOUCESTER exits, with MESSENGER.
Follow I must; I cannot go before
While Gloucester bears this base and humble mind.
65
Were I a man, a duke, and next of blood,
I would remove these tedious stumbling blocks
And smooth my way upon their headless necks;
And, being a woman, I will not be slack
To play my part in Fortune’s pageant.—
70
Where are you there? Sir John! Nay, fear not, man.
We are alone; here’s none but thee and I.
DUCHESS
Yes, my good lord. I’ll follow presently.
GLOUCESTER exits, with MESSENGER.
Follow I must; I cannot go before
While Gloucester bears this base and humble mind.
65
Were I a man, a duke, and next of blood,
I would remove these tedious stumbling blocks
And smooth my way upon their headless necks;
And, being a woman, I will not be slack
To play my part in Fortune’s pageant.—
70
Where are you there? Sir John! Nay, fear not, man.
We are alone; here’s none but thee and I.
Enter SIR JOHN HUME.
Enter SIR JOHN HUME.
HUME
Jesus preserve your royal Majesty!
HUME
Jesus preserve your royal Majesty!
DUCHESS
What sayst thou? “Majesty”? I am but “Grace.”
DUCHESS
What sayst thou? “Majesty”? I am but “Grace.”
HUME
But by the grace of God and Hume’s advice,
75
Your Grace’s title shall be multiplied.
HUME
But by the grace of God and Hume’s advice,
75
Your Grace’s title shall be multiplied.
DUCHESS
What sayst thou, man? Hast thou as yet conferred
With Margery Jourdain, the cunning witch,
With Roger Bolingbroke, the conjurer?
And will they undertake to do me good?
DUCHESS
What sayst thou, man? Hast thou as yet conferred
With Margery Jourdain, the cunning witch,
With Roger Bolingbroke, the conjurer?
And will they undertake to do me good?
HUME
80
This they have promisèd: to show your Highness
A spirit raised from depth of underground
That shall make answer to such questions
As by your Grace shall be propounded him.
HUME
80
This they have promisèd: to show your Highness
A spirit raised from depth of underground
That shall make answer to such questions
As by your Grace shall be propounded him.
DUCHESS
It is enough. I’ll think upon the questions.
85
When from Saint Albans we do make return,
We’ll see these things effected to the full.
Here, Hume, take this reward.
She gives him money.
Make merry, man,
With thy confederates in this weighty cause.
DUCHESS exits.
DUCHESS
It is enough. I’ll think upon the questions.
85
When from Saint Albans we do make return,
We’ll see these things effected to the full.
Here, Hume, take this reward.
She gives him money.
Make merry, man,
With thy confederates in this weighty cause.
DUCHESS exits.
HUME
90
Hume must make merry with the Duchess’ gold.
Marry, and shall! But, how now, Sir John Hume?
Seal up your lips, and give no words but “mum”;
The business asketh silent secrecy.
Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch;
95
Gold cannot come amiss, were she a devil.
Yet have I gold flies from another coast—
I dare not say, from the rich cardinal
And from the great and new-made Duke of Suffolk,
Yet I do find it so. For, to be plain,
100
They, knowing Dame Eleanor’s aspiring humor,
Have hirèd me to undermine the Duchess
And buzz these conjurations in her brain.
They say a crafty knave does need no broker,
Yet am I Suffolk and the Cardinal’s broker.
105
Hume, if you take not heed, you shall go near
To call them both a pair of crafty knaves.
Well, so it stands; and thus I fear at last
Hume’s knavery will be the Duchess’ wrack,
And her attainture will be Humphrey’s fall.
110
Sort how it will, I shall have gold for all.
HUME
90
Hume must make merry with the Duchess’ gold.
Marry, and shall! But, how now, Sir John Hume?
Seal up your lips, and give no words but “mum”;
The business asketh silent secrecy.
Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch;
95
Gold cannot come amiss, were she a devil.
Yet have I gold flies from another coast—
I dare not say, from the rich cardinal
And from the great and new-made Duke of Suffolk,
Yet I do find it so. For, to be plain,
100
They, knowing Dame Eleanor’s aspiring humor,
Have hirèd me to undermine the Duchess
And buzz these conjurations in her brain.
They say a crafty knave does need no broker,
Yet am I Suffolk and the Cardinal’s broker.
105
Hume, if you take not heed, you shall go near
To call them both a pair of crafty knaves.
Well, so it stands; and thus I fear at last
Hume’s knavery will be the Duchess’ wrack,
And her attainture will be Humphrey’s fall.
110
Sort how it will, I shall have gold for all.
He exits.
He exits.

Original Text

Modern Text
Enter DUKE HUMPHREY OF GLOUCESTER and his wife the DUCHESS ELEANOR.
Enter DUKE HUMPHREY OF GLOUCESTER and his wife the DUCHESS ELEANOR.
DUCHESS
Why droops my lord like over-ripened corn
Hanging the head at Ceres’ plenteous load?
Why doth the great Duke Humphrey knit his brows,
As frowning at the favors of the world?
5
Why are thine eyes fixed to the sullen earth,
Gazing on that which seems to dim thy sight?
What seest thou there? King Henry’s diadem,
Enchased with all the honors of the world?
If so, gaze on and grovel on thy face
10
Until thy head be circled with the same.
Put forth thy hand; reach at the glorious gold.
What, is ’t too short? I’ll lengthen it with mine;
And, having both together heaved it up,
We’ll both together lift our heads to heaven
15
And never more abase our sight so low
As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground.
DUCHESS
Why droops my lord like over-ripened corn
Hanging the head at Ceres’ plenteous load?
Why doth the great Duke Humphrey knit his brows,
As frowning at the favors of the world?
5
Why are thine eyes fixed to the sullen earth,
Gazing on that which seems to dim thy sight?
What seest thou there? King Henry’s diadem,
Enchased with all the honors of the world?
If so, gaze on and grovel on thy face
10
Until thy head be circled with the same.
Put forth thy hand; reach at the glorious gold.
What, is ’t too short? I’ll lengthen it with mine;
And, having both together heaved it up,
We’ll both together lift our heads to heaven
15
And never more abase our sight so low
As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground.
GLOUCESTER
O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost love thy lord,
Banish the canker of ambitious thoughts!
And may that hour when I imagine ill
20
Against my king and nephew, virtuous Henry,
Be my last breathing in this mortal world!
My troublous dreams this night doth make me sad.
GLOUCESTER
O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost love thy lord,
Banish the canker of ambitious thoughts!
And may that hour when I imagine ill
20
Against my king and nephew, virtuous Henry,
Be my last breathing in this mortal world!
My troublous dreams this night doth make me sad.
DUCHESS
What dreamed my lord? Tell me, and I’ll requite it
With sweet rehearsal of my morning’s dream.
DUCHESS
What dreamed my lord? Tell me, and I’ll requite it
With sweet rehearsal of my morning’s dream.
GLOUCESTER
25
Methought this staff, mine office badge in court,
Was broke in twain—by whom I have forgot,
But, as I think, it was by th’ Cardinal—
And on the pieces of the broken wand
Were placed the heads of Edmund, Duke of
30
Somerset,
And William de la Pole, first Duke of Suffolk.
This was my dream. What it doth bode God knows.
GLOUCESTER
25
Methought this staff, mine office badge in court,
Was broke in twain—by whom I have forgot,
But, as I think, it was by th’ Cardinal—
And on the pieces of the broken wand
Were placed the heads of Edmund, Duke of
30
Somerset,
And William de la Pole, first Duke of Suffolk.
This was my dream. What it doth bode God knows.
DUCHESS
Tut, this was nothing but an argument
That he that breaks a stick of Gloucester’s grove
35
Shall lose his head for his presumption.
But list to me, my Humphrey, my sweet duke:
Methought I sat in seat of majesty,
In the cathedral church of Westminster
And in that chair where kings and queens were
40
crowned,
Where Henry and Dame Margaret kneeled to me
And on my head did set the diadem.
DUCHESS
Tut, this was nothing but an argument
That he that breaks a stick of Gloucester’s grove
35
Shall lose his head for his presumption.
But list to me, my Humphrey, my sweet duke:
Methought I sat in seat of majesty,
In the cathedral church of Westminster
And in that chair where kings and queens were
40
crowned,
Where Henry and Dame Margaret kneeled to me
And on my head did set the diadem.
GLOUCESTER
Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright.
Presumptuous dame, ill-nurtured Eleanor,
45
Art thou not second woman in the realm
And the Protector’s wife, beloved of him?
Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command,
Above the reach or compass of thy thought?
And wilt thou still be hammering treachery
50
To tumble down thy husband and thyself
From top of honor to disgrace’s feet?
Away from me, and let me hear no more!
GLOUCESTER
Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright.
Presumptuous dame, ill-nurtured Eleanor,
45
Art thou not second woman in the realm
And the Protector’s wife, beloved of him?
Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command,
Above the reach or compass of thy thought?
And wilt thou still be hammering treachery
50
To tumble down thy husband and thyself
From top of honor to disgrace’s feet?
Away from me, and let me hear no more!
DUCHESS
What, what, my lord? Are you so choleric
With Eleanor for telling but her dream?
55
Next time I’ll keep my dreams unto myself
And not be checked.
DUCHESS
What, what, my lord? Are you so choleric
With Eleanor for telling but her dream?
55
Next time I’ll keep my dreams unto myself
And not be checked.
GLOUCESTER
Nay, be not angry. I am pleased again.
GLOUCESTER
Nay, be not angry. I am pleased again.
Enter MESSENGER.
Enter MESSENGER.
MESSENGER
My Lord Protector, ’tis his Highness’ pleasure
You do prepare to ride unto Saint Albans,
60
Whereas the King and Queen do mean to hawk.
MESSENGER
My Lord Protector, ’tis his Highness’ pleasure
You do prepare to ride unto Saint Albans,
60
Whereas the King and Queen do mean to hawk.
GLOUCESTER
I go.—Come, Nell, thou wilt ride with us?
GLOUCESTER
I go.—Come, Nell, thou wilt ride with us?
DUCHESS
Yes, my good lord. I’ll follow presently.
GLOUCESTER exits, with MESSENGER.
Follow I must; I cannot go before
While Gloucester bears this base and humble mind.
65
Were I a man, a duke, and next of blood,
I would remove these tedious stumbling blocks
And smooth my way upon their headless necks;
And, being a woman, I will not be slack
To play my part in Fortune’s pageant.—
70
Where are you there? Sir John! Nay, fear not, man.
We are alone; here’s none but thee and I.
DUCHESS
Yes, my good lord. I’ll follow presently.
GLOUCESTER exits, with MESSENGER.
Follow I must; I cannot go before
While Gloucester bears this base and humble mind.
65
Were I a man, a duke, and next of blood,
I would remove these tedious stumbling blocks
And smooth my way upon their headless necks;
And, being a woman, I will not be slack
To play my part in Fortune’s pageant.—
70
Where are you there? Sir John! Nay, fear not, man.
We are alone; here’s none but thee and I.
Enter SIR JOHN HUME.
Enter SIR JOHN HUME.
HUME
Jesus preserve your royal Majesty!
HUME
Jesus preserve your royal Majesty!
DUCHESS
What sayst thou? “Majesty”? I am but “Grace.”
DUCHESS
What sayst thou? “Majesty”? I am but “Grace.”
HUME
But by the grace of God and Hume’s advice,
75
Your Grace’s title shall be multiplied.
HUME
But by the grace of God and Hume’s advice,
75
Your Grace’s title shall be multiplied.
DUCHESS
What sayst thou, man? Hast thou as yet conferred
With Margery Jourdain, the cunning witch,
With Roger Bolingbroke, the conjurer?
And will they undertake to do me good?
DUCHESS
What sayst thou, man? Hast thou as yet conferred
With Margery Jourdain, the cunning witch,
With Roger Bolingbroke, the conjurer?
And will they undertake to do me good?
HUME
80
This they have promisèd: to show your Highness
A spirit raised from depth of underground
That shall make answer to such questions
As by your Grace shall be propounded him.
HUME
80
This they have promisèd: to show your Highness
A spirit raised from depth of underground
That shall make answer to such questions
As by your Grace shall be propounded him.
DUCHESS
It is enough. I’ll think upon the questions.
85
When from Saint Albans we do make return,
We’ll see these things effected to the full.
Here, Hume, take this reward.
She gives him money.
Make merry, man,
With thy confederates in this weighty cause.
DUCHESS exits.
DUCHESS
It is enough. I’ll think upon the questions.
85
When from Saint Albans we do make return,
We’ll see these things effected to the full.
Here, Hume, take this reward.
She gives him money.
Make merry, man,
With thy confederates in this weighty cause.
DUCHESS exits.
HUME
90
Hume must make merry with the Duchess’ gold.
Marry, and shall! But, how now, Sir John Hume?
Seal up your lips, and give no words but “mum”;
The business asketh silent secrecy.
Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch;
95
Gold cannot come amiss, were she a devil.
Yet have I gold flies from another coast—
I dare not say, from the rich cardinal
And from the great and new-made Duke of Suffolk,
Yet I do find it so. For, to be plain,
100
They, knowing Dame Eleanor’s aspiring humor,
Have hirèd me to undermine the Duchess
And buzz these conjurations in her brain.
They say a crafty knave does need no broker,
Yet am I Suffolk and the Cardinal’s broker.
105
Hume, if you take not heed, you shall go near
To call them both a pair of crafty knaves.
Well, so it stands; and thus I fear at last
Hume’s knavery will be the Duchess’ wrack,
And her attainture will be Humphrey’s fall.
110
Sort how it will, I shall have gold for all.
HUME
90
Hume must make merry with the Duchess’ gold.
Marry, and shall! But, how now, Sir John Hume?
Seal up your lips, and give no words but “mum”;
The business asketh silent secrecy.
Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch;
95
Gold cannot come amiss, were she a devil.
Yet have I gold flies from another coast—
I dare not say, from the rich cardinal
And from the great and new-made Duke of Suffolk,
Yet I do find it so. For, to be plain,
100
They, knowing Dame Eleanor’s aspiring humor,
Have hirèd me to undermine the Duchess
And buzz these conjurations in her brain.
They say a crafty knave does need no broker,
Yet am I Suffolk and the Cardinal’s broker.
105
Hume, if you take not heed, you shall go near
To call them both a pair of crafty knaves.
Well, so it stands; and thus I fear at last
Hume’s knavery will be the Duchess’ wrack,
And her attainture will be Humphrey’s fall.
110
Sort how it will, I shall have gold for all.
He exits.
He exits.
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