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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 fon?
War. For grief that they are past

. recovery.
For were there hope to conquer them again,
My sword should 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,
Delivered up again with peaceful words : *

York. 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 cost and charges in transporting her.
She should have staid in France, and stary'd in France,

Car. My Lord of Glo'ster, now ye grow too hot:
It was the pleasure of my Lord the King.
Glo. My Lord of Winchester, I know your

"Tis not my speeches that you do mislike,
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 fhall begin our ancient bickerings.
Lordings, farewel; and say, when I am gone,
I prophefy'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,
Consider, Lords, he is the next of blood,
And heir-apparent to the English crown.

-peaceful words?
York. For Suffolk's Duke, may he be suffocare,
That dims the honour of this wai like ille !
France should bave torn, &c.


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Had Henry got an empire by his marriage,
And all the wealthy kingdoms of the eart,
There's reason he thould be displeas'd at it.
Look to it, Lords; let not his finoothing words
Bewitch your hearts; be wise and circumspect.
What though the common people favour him,
Calling him Humphry, the good. Duke of Glofter,
Clapping their hands, and crying with loud voice,
Jeļu muintain 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 should he then protect our sovereign,
He being of age to govern of himself?
Confin of Somerset, join you with me,
And all together with the Duke of Suffolk,
We'll quickly hoist Duke Humphry from his feat.

Car. This weighty' business will not brook delay.; I'll to the Duke of Suffolk presently.

[Exit. Som. Cousin of Buckingham, though Humphry's And greatness of his place, be grief to us, [pride, Yet let us watch the haughty Cardinal. His insolence is more intolerable Than all the princes in the land beside. If Glo'iter be displaced, he'll be Protector.

Buck. Or Somerset, or I, will be Protector, Despight Duke Humphry, or the Cardinal.

[Exe. Buckingham and Somerset, Sal. Pride went before, ambition follows him. While these do labour for their own preferment, Behoves it us to labour for the realm. I never faw, but Humphry Duke of Glo'ster Did bear him like a noble gentleman. Oft have I seen the haughty Cardinal More like a soldier, than a man o'th'church, As stout and proud as he were lord of all, Swear like a ruffian, and demean himself Unlike the ruler of a common-weal. Warwick my son, the comfort of my age! Thy deeds, thy plainness, and thy house-keeping, Have won the greatest favour of the commons, Excepting none but good Duke Humphry.

And, brother York, thy acts in Ireland,
Ių bringing them to, civil discipline ;
Thy late exploits done in the heart of France,
When thou wert Regent for our sovereign,
Have made thee fear'd and honour'd of the people.
Join wę together for the public good,
In what we can, to bridle and suppress
The pride of Suffolk, and the Cardinal,
With Somerset's and Buckingham's ainbition;
And, as wę may, cherish Duke Humphry's deeds,
Wļile 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 says York, for he hath greatest cause.

[Afide. Sal. Then let's make haste, and look unto the main. *

[Exe. Warwick and Salisbury. SCENE III. Manet York. York. Anjou and Mainę are given to the French; Paris is loit; the (tate of Normandy Stands on a tickle point, now they are gone. Suffolk çoncluded 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 gone : While as the filly owner of the goods Weeps over them, and wrings his hapless hands, And Thakes his head, and trembling itands aloof, While all is shar'd, and all is borne away; Ready to starve, and dares not touch his own. So York must sit, and fret, and bite his tongue,

-look unto the main,
war. Unio ibe main? Oh father, Maine is lost;
That Maine, which by main force Warwick did win,
And would bave kept lo long as breath d d last:
Mun chanci, father, y u meant; but I ment Maine,
Which I wi:) win from France, or else be ilsin.

Exeunt, &c.
Vol. V.


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While his own lands are bargain'd for, and fold.
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 shall claim his own;
And therefore I will take the Nevillsparts
And make a shew of love to proud Duke Humphry,
And, when I spy advantage, claim the crown;
For that's the golden mark I seek to hit.
Nor shall proud Lancaster usurp my right,
Nor hold the sceptre in his childish fist,
Nor wear the diadem upon his head,
Whofe church-like humour fits not for a crown.
Then, York, be still a while, till time do serve :
Watch thou, and wake when others be asleep, '.

into the secrets 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 raise aloft the milk-white rofe,
With whose fweet smell the air shall 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 pulld fair England downy.

[Exit York.

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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 corn
Hanging 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 seems to dim thy fight ?
What seest thou there? King Henry's diadem,
Inchas'd with all the honours of the world?



If so, 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 short? 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 fight fo low,
As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground.

Glo. O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost love thy Lord,
Banish 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 sweet rehearsal of my morning's dream.

Glo. Methought this staff, 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 first 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 lose his head for his prefumption. But list to me, my Humphry, my Tweet Duke. Methought I fat in seat of majeity, In the cathedral church of Westminster, And in that chair where kings and queens are crown’d; Where Henry and Margaret kneed to me, And on my head did set the diadem.

Glo. Nay, Eleanor, then muft I chide outright. Presumptuons dame, ill-nurtur'd Eleanor, Art thou not second woman in the realm, And the Protector's wife, belov'd of him? Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command, Above the reach or compass of thy thought'? And wilt thou still be hammering treachery, To tumble down thy husband, and thyself, From lop of honour to disgrace's feet? B 2


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