yea, I it was, proud Frenchwoman: Could I come near your beauty with my nails, I'd set my ten commandments in your face. Sweet aunt, be quiet; 'twas against her will. Against her will! good king, look to't in time; She'll hamper thee, and dandle thee like a baby: Though in this place most master wear no breeches, She shall not strike Dame Eleanor unrevenged. Lord cardinal, I will follow Eleanor, And listen after Humphrey, how he proceeds: She's tickled now; her fume needs no spurs, She'll gallop far enough to her destruction. Now, lords, my choler being over-blown With walking once about the quadrangle, I come to talk of commonwealth affairs. As for your spiteful false objections, Prove them, and I lie open to the law: But God in mercy so deal with my soul, As I in duty love my king and country! But, to the matter that we have in hand: I say, my sovereign, York is meetest man To be your regent in the realm of France. Before we make election, give me leave To show some reason, of no little force, That York is most unmeet of any man. I'll tell thee, Suffolk, why I am unmeet: First, for I cannot flatter thee in pride; Next, if I be appointed for the place, My Lord of Somerset will keep me here, Without discharge, money, or furniture, Till France be won into the Dauphin's hands: Last time, I danced attendance on his will Till Paris was besieged, famish'd, and lost. That can I witness; and a fouler fact Did never traitor in the land commit. Peace, headstrong Warwick! Image of pride, why should I hold my peace? Because here is a man accused of treason: Pray God the Duke of York excuse himself! Doth any one accuse York for a traitor? What mean'st thou, Suffolk; tell me, what are these? Please it your majesty, this is the man That doth accuse his master of high treason: His words were these: that Richard, Duke of York, Was rightful heir unto the English crown And that your majesty was a usurper. Say, man, were these thy words? An't shall please your majesty, I never said nor thought any such matter: God is my witness, I am falsely accused by the villain. By these ten bones, my lords, he did speak them to me in the garret one night, as we were scouring my Lord of York's armour. Base dunghill villain and mechanical, I'll have thy head for this thy traitor's speech. I do beseech your royal