What sayst thou? did the Duke of York say he was
rightful heir to the crown?
That my master was? no, forsooth: my master said
that he was, and that the king was an usurper.
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.
Exit Servant with PETER
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.
Come, let's be gone.
My Lord of Suffolk, say, is this the guise,
Is this the fashion 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
Am I a queen in title and in style,
And must be made a subject to a duke?
thee, Pole, when in the city Tours
Thou ran'st a tilt in honour of my love
And stolest away the ladies' hearts
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,
weapons holy saws of sacred writ,
His study is his tilt-yard, and his loves
Are brazen images of canonized
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.
Madam, be patient: as I was cause
Your highness came to England, so will I
In England work your grace's
Beside the haughty protector, have we Beaufort,
The imperious churchman, Somerset, Buckingham,
grumbling York: and not the least of these
But can do more in England than the king.
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