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To marry Princefs Margret for your Grate;
[Prefenting the Queen to the KingTo your moft gracious hand; that are the fubftance Of that great fhadow I did reprefent;
The happieft gift that ever Marquefs gave,
The fairest Queen that ever King receiv'd.
K. Henry. Suffolk, arife. Welcome, Queen Margaret;
I can exprefs no kinder fign of love,
Than this kind kifs. O Lord, that lend'ft me life,
If fympathy of love unite our thoughts.
Q. Mar. Great King of England, and my gracious
The mutual conf'rence that my mind hath had,
And over-joy of heart doth minifter.
K. Henry. Her fight did ravish, but her grace in fpeech,
Her words y-clad with wifdom's majefty,
Q. Mar. We thank you all.
Suf. My Lord protector, fo it please your grace, Here are the articles of contracted Peace, Between our Sovereign and the French King, Charles, For eighteen months concluded by confent.
Glo. reads.] Imprimis, It is agreed between the French King, Charles, and William de la Pole Marquess of Suffolk, Ambaffador for Henry King of England, that the faid Henry fhall efpoufe the Lady Margaret, daughter unto Reignier King of Naples, Sicilia, and Jerufalem, and crown her Queen of England, ere the thirtieth of May next enfuing.
Item, That the Dutchy of Anjou, and the County of Maine, shall be releafed and delivered to the King her father. [Lets fall the Paper.
K. Henry. Uncle, how now? Glo. Pardon me, gracious Lord; Some fudden qualm hath struck 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 fhall be releafed and delivered to the King her father, and fhe fent over of the King of England's own proper coft and charges, without having any dowry.
K. Henry. They pleafe us well. Lord Marquefs, kneel you down;
We here create thee the firft duke of Suffolk,
I'th' parts of France, till term of eighteen months
We thank you for all this great favour done,
[Exeunt King, Queen, and Suffolk. SCENE II. Manent the reft.
Glo: Brave peers of England, pillars of the state,
In winter's cold, and fummer's parching heat,
Razing the characters of your renown,
Car. Nephew, what means this paffionate discourse?
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 should shed 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, Deliver'd up again with peaceful words? *
York. For Suffolk's Duke, may he be fuffocate, That dims the honour of this warlike ifle! 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 tranfporting her.
5 This peroration with fuch circumftances? This fpeech crowded with so many inftances of aggravation.
The indignation of War
wick is natural, and I wish it had been better expreffed ; there is a kind of jingle intended in wounds and rvords.
She should have ftaid in France, and ftarv'd in France,
Car. My Lord of Glo'fter, now ye grow too hot.
Glo. My Lord of Winchester, I know your mind.
Buck. Why fhould he then protect our fovereign,
And all the wealthy king doms of the WEST,] Certainly Shakespeare wrote BAST. WARBURTON.
There are wealthy kingdoms
in the Weft as well as in the