SCENE III. London. The palaceEnter three or four PETITIONERS, PETER, the Armourer's man, being one
FIRST PETITIONER. 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.
SECOND PETITIONER. Marry, the Lord protect him, for he's a good
man, Jesu bless him!
Enter SUFFOLK and QUEEN
FIRST PETITIONER. Here 'a comes, methinks, and the Queen with him.
I'll be the first, sure.
SECOND PETITIONER. Come back, fool; this is the Duke of Suffolk and
not my Lord Protector.
SUFFOLK. How now, fellow! Wouldst anything with me?
FIRST PETITIONER. I pray, my lord, pardon me; I took ye for my Lord
Protector.
QUEEN. [Reads] 'To my Lord Protector!' Are your supplications to
his lordship? Let me see them. What is thine?
