And all together with the Duke of Suffolk,

We'll quickly hoift Duke Humphry from his feat. Car. This weighty bufinefs will not brook delay. I'll to the Duke of Suffolk prefently.

[Exit, Som. Coufin of Buckingham, though Humphry's pride And greatness 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 difplac'd, he'll be protector, Buck. Or Somerfet, or I, will be protector. Despight Duke Humphry, or the Cardinal.

[Exeunt 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 Glofter
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 son, the comfort of my age!
Thy deeds, thy plainnefs, and thy house-keeping,
Have won the greateft 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 Somerset's and Buckingham's ambition;

And, as we may, cherifh Duke Humphry's deeds,
While they do tend the profit of the land.

War.

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. 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: Main chance, father, you meant; but I meant Maine, Which I will win from France, or else be flain.

[Exeunt Warwick and Salisbury.

SCENE III.

Manet York.

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 ftands aloof,
While all is fhared, and all is borne away,
Ready to ftarve, and dares not touch his own.
So York muft 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.

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 Tork 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 feek to hit.'
Nor fhall proud Lancaster ufurp my right,'
Nor hold the scepter in his childish filt,
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 asleep,
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 raise aloft the milk-white Rofe,
With whose sweet finell the air fhall be perfum'd;
And in my ftandard bear the Arms of York,
To grapple with the houfe 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

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 fixt 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 the 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 abafe our fight fo low,
As to vouchfafe one glance unto the ground.

Glo. O Nell, fweet Nell, if thou doft 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
requite it

With fweet 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 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'fter's grove,
Shall lofe his head for his Prefumption.

But lift to me, my Humphry, my fweet Duke;
Methought, I fat in feat of Majefty,

In the Cathedral church of Westminster,

And in that chair where Kings and Queens were crown'd, Where Henry and Margret kneel'd to me,

And on my head did fet the Diadem.

Glo. Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright.

Pre

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 disgrace's feet?
Away from me, and let me hear no more.
Elean. What, what, my Lord! are you fo 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 Meffenger.

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 prefently.
[Exit Gloucefter.

Follow I muft, I cannot go before,
While Glofter bears this bafe and humble mind.
Were I a man, a Duke, and next of blood,
I would remove these tedious ftumbling-blocks;
And fmooth my way upon their headless necks.
And being a woman, I will not be flack
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.

Enter Hume.

Hume. Jefus preferve your Royal Majefty!
Elean. What fay'ft thou? Majefty? I am but Grace.
Hume. But by the grace of God, and Hume's advice,

Your