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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 Bucking bam, though Humphry's pride
And greatness of his place be griet to us,
Yet let us watch the haughty Cardinal :
His infolence is more intolerable
Than all the princes in the land beside.
If Glo‘fter be displac'd, he'll be protector,

Buck. Or Somerset, or I, will be protector.
Despight Duke Humpbry, or the Cardinal.

[Exeunt - 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 Gloftere
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 plainnefs, and thy house-keeping,
Have won the greatest favour of the commons,
Excepting none but good Duke Humpbry.
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 public good,
In what we can, to bridle and suppress
The pride of Suffolk, and the Cardinal,
With Somerset's and Bucking bam's ambition ;
And, as we may, cherish Duke Humphry's deeds,
While they do tend the profit of the land,

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War. So, God help Warwick, as he loves che land, And common profit of his country! York. And so says York, for he hath greatest cause.

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

War. Unto the main ? Oh father, Maine is loft ; That Maine, which by main force Warwick did wing And would have kept, so long as breath did last: Main chance, father, you meant; but I meant Maine, Which I will win from France, or else be slain.

[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 purchale 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 haplefs hands, And shakes his head, and trembling stands aloof, While all is shared, 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 Hesh and blood, As did the fatal brand Alibea 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 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 spy advantage, claim the Crown,
For that's the golden mark I seek to hit.'
Nor shall proud Lancaster ufurp my right,
Nor hold the scepter in his childish filt,
Nor wear the diadem upon his head,
Whose 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 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 falln at jars,
Then will I raise aloft the milk-white Rose,
With whose sweet 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 pulld fair England down.

[Exit Yorka

SC EN E IV.

Changes to the Duke of Gloucester's Ilouse.

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Enter Duke Humphry, and his Wife Eleanor. Elean, HY droops my Lord, like over-ripen'd

WHY Hanging the head with Ceres' pienteous 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 sullen earth,

Gazing at that which seems to dim thy sight?
What seest thou there? King Henry's Diadem,
Inchas'd with all the honours of the world?
If so, gaze on, and grovel on the 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 sight fo low,
As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground.

Glo. 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 sad.
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 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 Gloster's grove, Shall lose his head for his Presumption. But list to me, my Humphry, my sweet Duke ; Methought, I sat in seat of Majesty, In the Cathedral church of Westminster, And in thatchair where Kings and Queens were crown'd, Where Henry and Marg'ret kneel'd to me, And on my head did set the Diadem. Glo. Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright.

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Presumptuous Dame, ill-nurtur'd Eleanor,
Art thou noc 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 still be hammering treachery,
To tunible 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 Mefsenger. 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 Gloucester. Follow I must, 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 stumbling-blocks And smooth my way upon their headless necks. And being a woman, I will not be Nack 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. Jesus preserve your Royal Majesty!
Elean. What say'st thou? Majesty ? I am but Gracia
Hume. But by the grace of God, and Hume's advice,

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