Car. The commons hast thou rack'd; the clergy's bags
Are lank and lean with thy extortions. 132
Som. Thy sumptuous buildings and thy wife's attire
Have cost a mass of public treasury.
Buck. Thy cruelty in execution
Upon offenders hath exceeded law, 136
And left thee to the mercy of the law.
Queen. Thy sale of offices and towns in France,
If they were known, as the suspect is great,
Would make thee quickly hop without thy head. 140
Exit Humphrey. [The Queen drops her fan.]
Give me my fan: what, minion! can ye not?
I cry you mercy, madam, was it you?
Duch. Was 't I? yea, I it was, proud Frenchwoman:
Could I come near your beauty with my nails, 144
I'd set my ten commandments in your face.
King. Sweet aunt, be quiet; 'twas against her will.
Duch. Against her will! Good king, look to 't in time;
She'll hamper thee and dandle thee like a baby: 148
Though in this place most master wear no breeches,
She shall not strike Dame Eleanor unreveng'd.
Buck. Lord Cardinal, I will follow Eleanor,
And listen after Humphrey, how he proceeds: 152
She's tickled now; her fume needs no spurs,
She'll gallop far enough to her destruction.
Enter Humphrey.
133 sumptuous buildings; cf. n.
134 treasury: treasure
139 suspect: suspicion
142 cry you mercy: beg your pardon
145 my ten commandments: marks of my ten fingers; cf. n.
149 most master: the most masterful spirit
152 listen after: seek news of
153 fume: passion
