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Between our Sovereign and the French King, Charles, For eighteen months concluded by consent.
Glo. reads.] Imprimis, It is agreed between the French King, Charles, and William de la Pole Marquis of Suffolk, Ambassador for Henry King of England, that the said Henry Jhall espouse the Lady Margaret, daughter
, unto Reignier King of Naples, Sicilia, and Jerusalem, and crown her Queen of England, ere the thirtieth of May next ensuing:
Item. That the Dutchy of Anjou, and the County of Maine, shall be released and delivered to the King her father.
[Lets fall the Papere K. Henry. Uncle, how now?
Glo. Pardon me, gracious Lord; Some sudden qualm
hath ftruck me to the heart,, And dimm'd mine eyes, that I can read no further,
K. Henry. Uncle of Winchester, I pray, read on.
Win. Item, That the Dutchies of Anjou and Maine Mall be released and delivered to the King her father, and pre sent over of the King of England's oron proper cost and "charges, without having any dozury. K. Henry. They please us well. Lord Marquis, kneel
We here create thee the first Duke of Suffolk,
And gird thee with the sword. Cousin of York,
We here discharge your Grace from being Regent
I'th' parts of France, till term of eighteen months
Be full expir'd. Thanks, uncle Winchester,
Gloʻster, York, Buckingham, and Somerset,
Salisbury and Warwick ;
We thank you for all this great favour done, ,
In entertainment to my princely Queen.
Come, let us in, and with all speed provide
To see her coronation be perform’d.
[Exeunt King, Queen and Suffolk,
Manent the rest
Glo. Brave Peers of England, pillars of the state,
To you Duke Humphry muft unload his grief,
Your grief, the common grief of all the land.
What I did my brother Henry spend his youth,
His valour, coin, and people in the wars? byr!,
Did he fo often lodge in open field, on
In winter's cold, and summer's parching heat,
To conquer France, his true inheritance de i
And did my brother Bedford toil his wits 10?
To keep by policy what Henry gotidi
Have you yourselves, Somerset, Buckingham,
Brave York, and Salisburys victorious Warwick,
Receiv'd deep fcars in France and Normandy ?
Or hath mine uncle Beauford, and myself,
With all the learned council of the realm,
Studied so long, fat in the council-houfe,',,}
Early and late, debating to and from 1966
How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe;
And was his Highness in his infancy 13
Crowned in Paris, in despight of foes?
And thall these labours and these honours die!
Shall Henry's conqueft, Bedford's vigilance,
Your deeds of war, and all our counsel die !
O Peers of England, shameful is this league,
Fatal this marriage; cancelling your fame,
Blotting your names from books of memory :
Razing the characters of your renown,
Defacing monuments of eonquer'd France,
Undoing all, as all had never been.
Gar. Nephew, what means this passionate discourse?
This peroration with such circumttances ? ;
For France, 'tis ours; and we will kcep it still.
Glo. Ay, Uncle, we will keep it if we can :-
But now it is impossible we should,
Suffolk, the new-made Duke that rules the roaft,
Hath giv’n the dutchy, of Anjou and Maine
Unto the poor King Reignier, whose large kile
Agrees not with the leanness of his purse.
Sal. Now, by the death of him who dy'd for all,
These counties were the keys of Normandy:
But wherefore weeps Warwick my valiant son ?
War. For grief that they are paf recovery. For were there hope to conquer them again,
My sword fould shed hot blood, mine eyes no tears.
Anjou and Maine! myself did win them both:
Those provinces these arms of mine did conquer.
And are the cities, that I got with wounds,
Deliver'd up again with peaceful words ?
York. For Suffolk's Duke, may he be fuffocate,
That dims the honour of this warlike ife!.
France should have torn and rent my very heart,
Before I would have yielded to this league.
I never read, but England's Kings have had
Large sums of gold, and dowries with their wives;
And our King Henry gives away his own,
To match with her that brings 'no vantages.
Glo. A proper jest, and never heard before, That Suffolk should demand a whole fifteenth, For coft and charges in transporting her : She should have staid in France, and starv'd.in France, Before
Car. My Lord of Glofter, now ye grow too hot: It was the pleasure of my Lord the King.
Glo. My Lord of Winchefter, I know your mind.
"Tis not my speeches that you do misike,
But 'tis my presence that doth trouble you.
Rancour will out, proud prelate; in thy face,
I see thy fury: if I longer stay,
We shall begin our ancient 'bickerings.
Lordings, farewel: and say, when I am gone,
I prophesy'd, France will be loft ere long [Exit.
Car. So, there goes our Protector in a rage :
'Tis known to you, he is mine enemy':
Nay more, an enemy unto you all;
And no great friend, I fear me, to the King.
Confider, Lords, he is the next of blood,
And heir apparent to the English crown.
Had Henry got an empire by his marriage,
And all the wealthy kingdoms of the west,
There's reason he thould be difpleas'd at it.
Look to it, Lords, let not his fmoothing words
Bewitch your hearts; be wife, and circumfpect.
What though the common people favour him,
Calling Him Humphry, the good Duke of Glo'ster,
Clapping their hands and crying with loud voice,
Jesu maintain your royal excellence!
With, God preserve the good Duke Humphry!
I fear me, Lords, for all this flattering gloss,
He will be found a dangerous prote&tor,
Buck. Why should he then prote&t nur Sovereign,
He being of age to govern of himfelf?
Cousin of Somerset, join you with me,
all together with the Duke of Suffolk, We'll quickly hoift Duke Humphry from his feat.
Car. This weighty business will not brook' delay. I'll to the Duke of Suffolk presently: 9:17 (Exit.
Som. Coufin of Buckingham, though Humphri's pride And greatness of his place be grief to us, Yet let us warch' the haughty Cardinal : His infolence is more intolerable Than all the princes in the land befide : If Glofter be displac'd, he'll be protector.
Buck. Or Somerset, or 1, will be protector, Despighe Duke Humphry or the Cardinal.
Extunt Buckinghain and Somerfer Sal. Pride went before, ambition follows him. While thefe do labour for their own preferments Behoves it us to labour for the realmt. I never faw, but Humphry Duke of Glofter Did bear him like a noble gentleman : Oft have I seen the haughty Cardinal More like a foldier, than a man o'th' church, As ftout and proud as he were Lord of all, Swear like a ruffian, and demean himself Unlike the ruler of a common-weal. Warwick, iny fon, the comfort of my age! Thy deeds, thy plainnefs, and thy house-keeping, Have won the greatest favour of the commons, Excepting none but guod Duke Humphry: And brother York, thy acts in Ireland, In bringing them to civil discipline ; Thy late exploits done in the heart of France, When thou wert tegent for our Sovereign,
Have made thee feard and honour'd of the people.
Join we together for the publick good,
In what we can, to bridle and suppress
The pride of Suffolk, and the cardinal,
With Somerset's and Buckingham's ambition
And, as we may, cherish Duke Humphry's deeds,
While they do tend the profit of the land.
War. So God help Warwick, as he loves the land,
And common profit of his country!
York. And so fays York, for he hath greatest cause.
Sal. Then let's make haste, and look unto the main.
War. Unto the main ? Oh father, Maine is loft ; !
That Maine, which by main force Warwick did win,
And would have kept, fo long as breath did last :
Main chance, father, you meant; but I meant Maine,
Which I will win from France, or else be flain.
[Exeunt Warwick and Salisbury:
Manet York. bista
York. Anjou and Maine are given to the French;
Paris.is loft : the State of Normandy
Stands on a tickle points now they are gone, is
Suffolk concluded on the articles,
The Peers agreed, and Henry was well pleas'd
To change two dukedoms for a duke's fair daughter.
I cannot blame them all, what is't to them?
'Tis thine they give away, and not their own.
Pirates may make cheap penn'worths of their pillage,
And purchase friends, and give to courtezans,
Still revelling, like Lords, till all be
While as the filly owner of the goods.
Weeps over them, and wrings his hapless hands,
And makes his head, and trembling stands aloof,
While all is shar'd, and all is borne away;
Ready to starve, and dares not touch his own.
So York must fit, and fret, and bite his tongue,
While his own lands are barçaind for, and sold,
Methinks, the realms of England, Irance, and Ireland,
Bear that proportion to my ficth and blood,