Enter Duke _Humphrey_, and Dame _Ellanor_,
_Cobham_ his wife.
_Elnor._ Why droopes my Lord like ouer ripened corne,
Hanging the head at _Cearies_ plentious loade, [dab002]
What seest thou Duke _Humphrey_ King _Henries_ Crowne?
Reach at it, and if thine arme be too short,
Mine shall lengthen it. Art not thou a Prince, [dab005]
Vnckle to the King, and his Protector?
Then what shouldst thou lacke that might content thy minde. [dab007]
_Humph._ My louely _Nell_, far be it from my heart,
To thinke of Treasons gainst my soueraigne Lord,
But I was troubled with a dreame to night, ·dab010·
And God I pray, it do betide no ill. [dab011]
_Elnor._ What drempt my Lord. Good _Humphrey_ tell it me, [dab012]
And ile interpret it, and when thats done,
Ile tell thee then, what I did dreame to night.
_Humphrey._ This night when I was laid in bed, I dreampt
that [dab015]
This my staffe mine Office badge in Court,
Was broke in two, and on the ends were plac’d, [dab017]
The heads of the Cardinall of _Winchester_, [dab018]
And _William de la Poule_ first Duke of _Suffolke_. [dab019]
_Elnor._ Tush my Lord, this signifies nought but this, ·dab020·
That he that breakes a sticke of _Glosters_ groue,
Shall for th’ offence, make forfeit of his head.
But now my Lord, Ile tell you what I dreampt,
Me thought I was in the Cathedrall Church
At Westminster, and seated in the chaire ·dab025·
Where Kings and Queenes are crownde, and at my feete [dab026]
_Henry_ and _Margaret_ with a Crowne of gold
Stood readie to set it on my Princely head.
_Humphrey._ Fie _Nell_. Ambitious woman as thou art,
Art thou not second woman in this land, ·dab030·
And the Protectors wife belou’d of him, [dab031]
And wilt thou still be hammering treason thus, [dab032]
Away I say, and let me heare no more.
_Elnor._ How now my Lord. What angry with your _Nell_,
For telling but her dreame. The next I haue [dab035]
Ile keepe to my selfe, and not be rated thus. [dab036]
_Humphrey._ Nay _Nell_, Ile giue no credit to a dreame,
But I would haue thee to thinke on no such things. [dab038]
Enters a Messenger.
_Messenger._ And it please your grace, the King and Queene to morrow
morning will ride a hawking to Saint Albones, [dab040] and craues your
company along with them.
_Humphrey._ With all my heart, I will attend his grace:
Come _Nell_, thou wilt go with vs vs I am sure. [dab043]
_Exet Humphrey._
_Elnor._ Ile come after you, for I cannot go before,
But ere it be long, Ile go before them all, [dab045]
Despight of all that seeke to crosse me thus,
Who is within there?
Enter sir _Iohn Hum_.
What sir _Iohn Hum_, what newes with you?
_Sir Iohn._ Iesus preserue your Maiestie.
_Elnor._ My Maiestie. Why man I am but grace. ·dab050·
_Ser Iohn._ I, but by the grace of God & _Hums_ aduise, [dab051]
Your graces state shall be aduanst ere long.
_Elnor._ What hast thou conferd with _Margery Iordaine_, the
cunning Witch of _Ely_, with _Roger Bullingbrooke_ and the [dab054]
rest, and will they vndertake to do me good? [dab055]
_Sir Iohn._ I haue Madame, and they haue promised me to raise a
Spirite from depth of vnder grounde, that shall tell your [dab057]
grace all questions you demaund.
_Elnor._ Thanks good sir _Iohn_. Some two daies hence I gesse [dab059]
Will fit our time, then see that they be here: ·dab060·
For now the King is ryding to Saint Albones,
And all the Dukes and Earles along with him,
When they be gone, then safely they may come, [dab063]
And on the backside of my Orchard heere,
There cast their Spelles in silence of the night, ·dab065·
And so resolue vs of the thing we wish, [dab066]
Till when, drinke that for my sake, And so farwell.
_Exet Elnor._
_Sir Iohn._ Now sir _Iohn Hum_, No words but mum.
Seale vp your lips, for you must silent be,
These gifts ere long will make me mightie rich. ·dab070·
The Duches she thinks now that all is well,
But I haue gold comes from another place,
From one that hyred me to set her on,
To plot these Treasons gainst the King and Peeres,
And that is the mightie Duke of _Suffolke_. ·dab075·
For he it is, but I must not say so,
That by my meanes must worke the Duches fall,
Who now by Cuniurations thinkes to rise. [dab078]
But whist sir _Iohn,_ no more of that I trow, [dab079]
For feare you lose your head before you goe. ·dab080·
_Exet._