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Sal. Now, by the death of him who dy'd for all, Thefe counties were the keys of Normandy. But wherefore weeps Warwick, my valiant fon? War. For grief that they are paft recovery. For were there hope to conquer them again, My fword fhould fhed hot blood, mine eyes no tears. Anjou and Maine! myfelf did win them both. Thofe provinces thefe arms of mine did conquer. And are the cities that I got with wounds, Delivered up again with peaceful words? * Tork. France fhould 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 fums 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 jeft, and never heard before, That Suffolk fhould demand a whole fifteenth, For coft and charges in transporting her.

She fhould have staid in France, and starv'd in France, Before

Car. My Lord of Glo'fter, now ye grow too hot: It was the pleasure of my Lord the King.

Glo. My Lord of Winchester, I know your mind
"Tis not my fpeeches that you do mislike,
But 'tis my prefence that doth trouble you.
Rancour will out, proud prelate; in thy face,
I fee thy fury: if I longer stay,
We fhall begin our ancient bickerings.
Lordings, farewel; and fay, when I am gone,
I prophefy'd, France will be loft ere long.

Gar. 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.

peaceful words?

York. For Suffolk's Duke, may he be fuffocate, That dims the honour of this was like ifle!

France fhould have torn, &c.

[Exit

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Had Henry got an empire by his marriage,
And all the wealthy kingdoms of the east,
There's reafon he fhould be difpleas'd at it.
Look to it, Lords; let not his fimoothing words
Bewitch your hearts; be wife and circumfpect.
What though the common people favour him,
Calling him Humphry, the good Duke of Glofter,
Clapping their hands, and crying with loud voice,
Jefu maintain your Royal Excellence!

With, God preferve the good Duke Humphry!
I fear me, Lords, for all this flattering glofs,
He will be found a dangerous Protector.

Buck. Why fhould he then protect our fovereign,
He being of age to govern of himself?
Coufin of Somerfet, join you with me,
And 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 prefently..

[Exit. Som. Coufin of Buckingham, though Humphry's

And greatnefs of his place, be grief to us,
Yet let us watch the haughty Cardinal.
His infolence is more intolerable

Than all the princes in the land befide.
If Glo'fter be difplace'd, he'll be Protector.
Buck. Or Somerfet, or I, will be Protector,
Defpight Duke Humphry, or the Cardinal.

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[Exe. Buckingham and Somerfet, Sal. Pride went before, ambition follows him. While thefe do labour for their own preferment, Behoves it us to labour for the realm. I never faw, but Humphry Duke of Glo❜fter Did bear him like a noble gentleman. Oft have I feen 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 my fon, the comfort of my age!" Thy deeds, thy plainnefs, and thy houfe-keeping, Have won the greatest favour of the commons, Excepting none but good 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 Regent for our fovereign,
Have made thee fear'd and honour'd of the people.
Join we together for the public good,

In what we can, to bridle and fupprefs
The pride of Suffolk, and the Cardinal,
With Somerfet'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 fo fays York, for he hath greatest cause.

[Afide. Sal. Then let's make hafte, and look unto the main.* [Exe. Warwick and Salisbury.

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York. Anjou and Maine are given to the French;

Paris is loft; the ftate of Normandy

Stands on a tickle point, now they are gone.

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 purchafe friends, and give to courtezans,
Still revelling, like lords, till all be gone:
While as the filly owner of the goods

Weeps over them, and wrings his hapless hands,
And thakes his head, and trembling stands aloof,
While all is fhar'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,

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 laft:

Man chance, father, you meant; but I meant Maine,

Which I will win from France, or else be flain.

Exeunt, &c.

VOL. V.

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Methinks the realms of England, France, and Ireland,
Bear that proportion to my flesh and blood,
As did the fatal brand Althea burnt,
Unto the prince's heart of Calydon.

Anjou and Maine, both giv'n unto the French!
Cold news for me: for I had hope of France,
Ev'n as I have of fertile England's foil.

A day will come when York fhall claim his own
And therefore I will take the Nevills' parts,

And make a fhew of love to proud Duke Humphry,
And, when I fpy advantage, claim the crown;
For that's the golden mark I seek to hit.
Nor fhall proud Lancafter ufurp my right,
Nor hold the fceptre in his childish fift,
Nor wear the diadem upon his head,

Whofe church-like humour fits not for a crown.
Then, York, be ftill a while, till time do ferve;
Watch thou, and wake when others be afleep, ..
To pry into the fecrets of the state;

Till Henry, furfeiting in joys of love

With his new bride, and England's dear-bought Queen, And Humphry with the Peers be fall'n at jars.

Then will I raife aloft the milk-white rofe,

With whofe fweet smell the air fhall be perfum'd;
And in my standard bear the arms of York,
To grapple with the house of Lancaster ;
And, force perforce, I'll make him yield the crown,
Whose bookish rule hath pull'd fair England down.
[Exit York.

SCENE IV. Changes to the Duke of Gloucester's house.

Enter Duke Humphry, and his wife Eleanor. Elean. Why droops my Lord, like over-ripen'd cornHanging the head with Ceres' plenteous load? Why doth the great Duke Humphry knit his brows, As frowning at the favours of the world? Why are thine eyes fix'd to the fullen earth, Gazing at that which feems to dim thy fight? What feeft thou there King Henry's diadem, Inchas'd with all the honours of the world?

If fo, gaze on, and grovel on thy face,
Until thy head be circled with the fame.
Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold.
What! is't too fhort? I'll lengthen it with mine.
And, having both together heav'd it up,
We'll both together lift our heads to heaven;
And never more abase our sight fo low,
As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground.

Glo. O Nell, fweet Nell, if thou doft love thy Lord,
Banifh the canker of ambitious thoughts:
And may that thought, when I imagine ill
Against my King and nephew, virtuous Henry,
Be my last breathing in this mortal world!
My troublous dreams this night do make me fad.
Elean. What dream'd my Lord? tell me, and I'll
requite it

With fweet rehearsal of my morning's dream.

Glo. Methought this ftaff, mine office-badge in court,
Was broke in twain; by whom, I have forgot;
But, as I think, it was by th' Cardinal;
And, on the pieces of the broken wand,

Were place'd the heads of Edmund Duke of Somerset,
And William de la Pole firft Duke of Suffolk. '
This was the dream; what it doth bode, God knows.
Elean. Tut, this was nothing but an argument,
That he that breaks a stick of Glo'ster's grove,
Shall lofe his head for his prefumption.
But lift to me, my Humphry, my sweet Duke.
Methought I fat in feat of majesty,"

In the cathedral church of Westminster,

And in that chair where kings and queens are crown'd; Where Henry and Margaret kneel'd to me,

And on my head did fet the diadem,

Glo. Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright. Prefumptuous dame, ill-nurtur'd Eleanor, Art thou not fecond woman in the realm, And the Protector's wife, belov'd of him? Haft thou not worldly pleasure at command, Above the reach or compafs of thy thought? And wilt thou ftill be hammering treachery, To tumble down thy husband, and thyfelf, From top of honour to difgrace's feet?

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