The Second Part of King Henry the Sixth - Уильям Шекспир

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my last breathing in this mortal world!

          My troublous dreams this night doth make me sad.

        DUCHESS. What dream'd my lord? Tell me, and I'll requite it

          With sweet rehearsal of my morning's dream.

        GLOUCESTER. 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 plac'd the heads of Edmund Duke of 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

          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 crown'd;

          Where Henry and Dame Margaret kneel'd to me,

          And on my head did set the diadem.

        GLOUCESTER. Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright.

          Presumptuous dame, ill-nurtur'd Eleanor!

          Art thou not second woman in the realm,

          And the Protector's wife, belov'd of him?

          Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command

          Above the reach or compass of thy thought?

          And wilt thou still be hammering treachery

          To tumble down thy husband and thyself

          From top of honour 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?

          Next time I'll keep my dreams unto myself

          And not be check'd.

        GLOUCESTER. Nay, be not angry; I am pleas'd again.

      Enter a MESSENGER

        MESSENGER. My Lord Protector, 'tis his Highness' pleasure

          You do prepare to ride unto Saint Albans,

          Where as the King and Queen do mean to hawk.

        GLOUCESTER. I go. Come, Nell, thou wilt ride with us?

        DUCHESS. Yes, my good lord, I'll follow presently.

      Exeunt GLOUCESTER and MESSENGER

          Follow I must; I cannot go before,

          While Gloucester bears this base and humble mind.

          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.

          Where are you there, Sir John? Nay, fear not, man,

          We are alone; here's none but thee and I.

      Enter HUME

        HUME. Jesus preserve your royal Majesty!

        DUCHESS. What say'st thou? Majesty! I am but Grace.

        HUME. But, by the grace of God and Hume's advice,

          Your Grace's title shall be multiplied.

        DUCHESS. What say'st thou, man? Hast thou as yet conferr'd

          With Margery Jourdain, the cunning witch of Eie,

          With Roger Bolingbroke, the conjurer?

          And will they undertake to do me good?

        HUME. This they have promised, to show your Highness

          A spirit rais'd 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;

          When from Saint Albans we do make return

          We'll see these things effected to the full.

          Here, Hume, take this reward; make merry, man,

          With thy confederates in this weighty cause. Exit

        HUME. 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:

          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,

          They, knowing Dame Eleanor's aspiring humour,

          Have hired 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.

          Hume, if you take not heed, you shall go near

          To call them both a pair of crafty knaves.

          Well, so its stands; and thus, I fear, at last

          Hume's knavery will be the Duchess' wreck,

          And her attainture will be Humphrey's fall

          Sort how it will, I shall have gold for all. Exit

      SCENE III. London. The palace

      Enter three or four PETITIONERS, PETER, the Armourer's man, being one

      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!

      Enter SUFFOLK and QUEEN

      FIRST PETITIONER. 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

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