They say, 'A crafty knave does need no broker;' 100
Yet am I Suffolk and the cardinal's broker.
Hume, if you take not heed, you shall go near
To call them both a pair of crafty knaves.
Well, so it stands; and thus, I fear, at last 104
Hume's knavery will be the duchess' wrack,
And her attainture will be Humphrey's fall.
Sort how it will I shall have gold for all. Exit.
Scene Three
[The Same. A Room in the Palace]
Enter three or four Petitioners, the Armourer's man [Peter] being one.
1. Pet. My masters, let's stand close: my
Lord Protector will come this way by and by,
and then we may deliver our supplications in
the quill. 4
2. Pet. Marry, the Lord protect him, for
he's a good man! Jesu bless him!
Enter Suffolk and Queen.
1. Pet. Here a' comes, methinks, and the
queen with him. I'll be the first, sure. 8
2. Pet. Come back, fool! this is the Duke
of Suffolk and not my Lord Protector.
Suf. How now, fellow! wouldst anything
with me? 12
1. Pet. I pray, my lord, pardon me: I took
ye for my Lord Protector.
Queen. [Glancing at the Superscriptions.]
100 broker: agent, go-between
106 attainture: conviction
3, 4 in the quill: in a body
