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      I cry your 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 unreveng'd. 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

        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.

        YORK. 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 danc'd attendance on his will

          Till Paris was besieg'd, famish'd, 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?

        SUFFOLK. 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?

        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?

        YORK. 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.

        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.

        HORNER. And I accept the combat willingly.