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SCENE I.

Queen. Suffolk.
Queen.
Oh, Suffolk; may this Morning prove auspicious!
That my fond Wishes, seconded by Power,
May lavish Honours on the Man, who merits
Higher Distinction, than England's Crown can give.

Suff.
And, may your Suffolk live to serve, to admire,
To adore, the Queen; whose Favour is my whole Ambition!

Queen.
This flattering Hope, alone, emboldens me
In all my Attempts (successfull, hitherto)
To break the Authority of this Protectour.

Suff.
Madam, ere Noon, your Wishes are accomplish'd.

Queen.
And yet,—there hangs a Cloud upon my Hopes!—
And my Heart bodes—

Suff.
Let Me partake your Fears.

Queen.
But;—wherefore should a Dream disquiet me?

Suff.
Wherefore, indeed!—Dreams, pleasing or displeasing,
Are, only, Shadows of our waking Thoughts.—
But, here comes Beaufort.