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'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.
Had Henry got an empire by his marriage,
And all the wealthy kingdoms of the west,
There's reason he should be displeas'd at it.
Look to it, Lords, let not his foothing words
Bewitch your hearts; be wise and circumspea.
What though the common people favour him,
Calling him Humphry, the good Duke of Glo'fter,
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 well be found a dangerous Protector.
Buck. Why Mould he then protect our Sovereign,
He being of age to govern of himself?
Cousin of Somerset, 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 presently.
[Éxit. Som. Cousin of Buckingham, though Humphry's pride And greatness of his place be grief to us, Yet let us watch the haughty Cardinal : His insolence is more intolerable Than all the Princes in the land beside : If Gloʻster be displeas'd, 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 saw, but Humphry Duke of Glofter 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 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 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,
In 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 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, cherith 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 says York, for he hath greatest cause.
[ Aside. Sal. Then let's make hafte, 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, so long as breath did lat : Main-chance, father, you meant ; but I meant Maine, Which I will win from France, or else be sain. ·
[Exe. Warwick and Salisburyo
Manet York. York. Anjou and Maine are given to the French; Paris is loit; the state 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 Tu 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 Pirates may make cheap penn’worths of their pillage,
And purchase friends, and give to curtezans,
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 shakes 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 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 Nevills parts.
And make a shew of love to proud Duke Humphry :
And when I fpy advantage, claim the crown;
For that's the golden mark I seek to nit.
Nor shall proud Lancaster usurp my right,
Nor hold the fcepter in his childish fift,
Nor wear the diadem upon his head,
Whole 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,
To pry into the secrets of the state ;
Till Henry, surfeiting 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 rose,
With whose sweet 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 bookil rule hath pull'd fair England down.
SCENE changes to the Duke of Gloucefier's
Enter Duke Humphry, and his wife Eleanor.
Hanging the head with Ceres'plenteousload : Why doth the great Duke Humphry knit his brows, As frowning at the favours of the world? Why are thine eyes fixt to the fullen earth, Gazing at that which seems to dim thy fight? What feeft thou there? King Henry's diadem, Inchas'd with all the honour's of the world? If so, gaze on, and grovel on thy face, Until thy head be circled with the same. 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 Againft 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 requiteit 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 plac'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 presumption.
But lift to me, my Humphry, my sweet Duke:
Methought, I fat in seat of majesty,
In the cathedral church of Westminster,
And in that chair where Kings and Queens were crown'd;
Where Henry and Marg’ret kneeld to me,
And on my head did let the diadem.
Glo. Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright:
Presumptuous dame, ill-nurtur'd Eleanor,
Art thou not second woman in the realm,
And the Protector's wife, beloy'd of him ?
Haft 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 top of honour to disgrace's feet?
Away from me, and let me hear no more.
Elean. What, what, my Lord! are you so cholerick
With Eleanor, for telling but her dream ?
Next time, I'll keep my dreams unto myself,
And not be check'd.
Glo. Nay, be not angry, I am pleas'd again.
Enter Mesenger. Mef. My Lord Protector, 'tis his Highness' pleasure. You do prepare to ride unto St. Albans, Whereas the King and Queen do mean to hawk. Glo. I go: come, Nell, thou wilt ride with us ?
Elean. Yes, my good Lord, I'll follow presently.
Follow I must, I cannot go before,
While Glo'fter bears this base and humble mind.
Were I a man, a Duke, and next of blood,
I would remove these tedious stumbling-blocks ;
And smooth my way upon their headless necks.
And being a woman, I will not be slack
To play my part in fortune's pageant.
Where are you there? Sir John; nay, fear not, man,
We are alone ; here's none but thee and I.
Hume. Jesus preserve your royal majesty!