_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._