All. Come, let's be gone. 44
Queen. 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? 48
What! shall King Henry be a pupil still
Under the surly Gloucester's governance?
Am I a queen in title and in style,
And must be made a subject to a duke? 52
I tell thee, Pole, when in the city Tours
Thou ran'st a-tilt in honour of my love,
And stol'st away the ladies' hearts of France,
I thought King Henry had resembled thee 56
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; 60
His weapons holy saws of sacred writ;
His study is his tilt-yard, and his loves
Are brazen images of canoniz'd saints.
I would the college of the cardinals 64
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.
Suf. Madam, be patient: as I was cause 68
Your highness came to England, so will I
In England work your Grace's full content.
Queen. Beside the haught protector, have we Beaufort
The imperious churchman, Somerset, Buckingham, 72
And grumbling York; and not the least of these
54 a-tilt: in tournament
57 courtship: courtliness
proportion: figure
63 canoniz'd; cf. n.
71 haught: proud
