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KING HENRY VI,
HUMPHRY Duke of Gloucester, Uncle to the King.
Cardinal BEAUFORT, Bishop of Winchester, Brorber to
King Henry IV. natural Son to John of Gaunt.
Duke of York, pretending to the Crown.
Duke of BUCKINGHAM,
Duke of SOMERSET,
of the King's Partyi
Duke of SUFFOLK,
Earl of SALISBURY,
Earl of WARWICK,
Of the York Faction,
Lord CLIFFORD, of the King's Party.
Lord SCALES, Governor of the Tower.
Sir John STANLEY.
Sir HUMPHRY STAFFORD.
Young STAFFORD, bis Brotber.
ALEXANDER IDEN, a Kentish Gentleman.
Young CLIFFORD, Son to the Lord Clifford.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET, S
Sons to the Duke of York.
Vaux, A Sea-Captain, and Walter Whitmore-Pirates.
HUME and SOUTHWEL - 2 Priests.
BOLINGBROKE, an Astrologer.
A Spirit attending on Jordan the Witch.
THOMAS HORNER, an Armorer,
PETER, bis Man.
Mayor of St. Albans.
SIMPCox, an Impostor.
Jack Cade, Bevis, Michael, John Holland, Dick the Butcher,
Smith the Weaver, and several others Rebels, MARGARET, Queen to King Henry VI. secretly in Love
with the Duke of Suffolk. Dame ELEANOR, Wife to the Duke of Gloucester. Mother Jordan, a Witch employ'd by the Dutchess of Gloucester, Wife to Simpcox. Petitioners, Aldermen, a Bedel, Sheriff and Officers, Citizens,
with Faulconers, Guards, Messengers, and oiber Atendants. The SCENE is laid very dispersedly in several Parts of England.
A C Τ Ι. SCENE I.
The PALACE. Flourish of trumpets: tben bautboys. Enter King Henry,
Duke Humphıy, Salisbury, Warwick, and Cardinal on tbe one side. The Queen, Suffolk, York, Somerset, and
Buckingham on the orber.
Suf. + S by your high imperial Majesty
I had in charge at my depart for France,
As procurator to your Excellence,
To marry Princess Marg’ret for your
So in the famous ancient city Tours,
In presence of the Kings of France and Sicil,
The Dukes of Orleans; Bretagne, Alanson,
* This and the third part were first written under the title of The Contention of York and Lancaster : printed in 1600 ; but since vastly improved by the Author. + Vide Hall's Chron. fol, 66, year 23. Init.
Seven Earls, twelve Barons, twenty reverend Bishops,
I have perform'd my task, and was espous?d:
And humbly now upon my bended knee,
In fight of England and her lordly. Peers,
Deliver up my title in the Queen
[Presenting the Queen to tbe King.
To your moft gracious hand, that are the substance
Of that great shadow I did represent :
The happiest gift that ever Marquiss gave,
The fairest Queen that ever King receiv’d.
K. Henry. Suffolk, arise. Welcome, Queen Margaret ;
I can express no kinder sign of love
Than this kind kiss. O Lord, that lend'ft me life,
Lend me a heart repleat with thankfulness :
For thou hast giv'n me, in this beauteous face,
A world of earthly blessings to' my soul,
If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.
Q. Mar. Great King of England, and my gracious Lord,
The mutual conf’rence that my mind hath had,
By day, by night, waking, and in my dreams,
In courtly company, or at my beads,
With you mine alder-liefest Sovereign ;
Makes me the bolder to falute my King
With ruder terms ; such as my wit affords,
And over-joy of heart doth minifter.
K. Henry. Her sight did ravish, but her grace in speech,
Her words yclad with wisdom's majesty,
Make me from wondring fall to weeping joys,
Such is the fulness of my heart's content,
Lords, with one cheerful voice welcome
All kneel. Long live Queen Marg'ret, England's hap-
Q. Mar. We thank you all.
Suf. My Lord Protector, so it please your Grace,
Here are the articles of contracted peace,
Between our Sovereign and the French King Charles,
For eighteen months concluded by consent.
Glou. reads.] Imprimis, it is agreed between the French King Charles, and William de la Pole, Marquiss of Suffolk, Ambasador for Henry King of England, tbat ibe said
Henry shell espouse tbe Lady Margaret, daughter unto Reignier, King of Naples, Sicilia, and Jerusalem, and crown ber Queen of England, ere ibe thirtieth of May nexi ensuing. Item, Tbat the Dutcby of Anjou, and the County of Maize, shall be released and delivered to the King ber faiber.
[Lets fall the paper. K. Henry. Uncle, how now?
Glou. Pardon me, gracious Lord,
Some sudden 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.
Car. Item, That the Dutchies of Anjou and Maine fall be released and delivered to the King ber father, and she sent over of the King of England's own proper cost and charges, witbout baving any dowry. K. Henry. They please us well. Lord Marquiss, kneel
you down ;
We here create thee the first Duke of Suffolk,
And gird thee with the sword. Cousin of York,
We here discharge your Grace from being Regent
l'th' parts of France, 'till term of eighteen months
Be full expir’d. Thanks, uncle Winchester,
Gloʻfter, York, Bucking bam, and Somerset,
Salisbury and Warwick,
We thank you all for this great favour done,
In entertainment to my princely Queen.
Come, let us in, and with all speed provide
To see her coronation be perform’d.
[Exeunt King, Queen, and Suffolk.
SCENE II. Manent the rest.
Glou. Brave Peers of England, pillars of the state,
To you Duke Humphry must unload his grief,
Your grief, the common grief of all the land.
What! did my brother Henry spend his youth,
His valour, coin, and people in the wars ?
Did he so often lodge in open field,
In winter's cold, and summer's parching heat,
To conquer I rance, his true inheritance ?
And did my brother Bedford toil his wits
To keep by policy what Henry got ?
Have you your felves, Somerset, Buckingham,
Brave York, and Salisbury, victorious Warwick,
Receiv'd deep scars in France and Normandy?
Or hath mine uncle Beaufort, and my self,
With all the learned council of the realm,
Studied so long, sat in the council-house,
Early and late, debating to and fro,
How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe ?
And was his Highness in his infancy
Crowned in Paris, in despight of foes ?
And shall these labours and these honours die ?
Shall Henry's conquest, Bedford's vigilance,
Your deeds of war, and all our counsel die?
O Peers of England, shameful is this league,
Fatal this marriage, cancelling your fame,
Blotting your names from books of memory,
Rasing the characters of your renown,
Defacing monuments of conquer'd France,
Undoing all, as all had never been.
Car, Nephew, what means this paffionate discourse ?
This peroration with such circumstances ?
For France, 'tis ours; and we will keep it ftill.
Glou. Ay, uncle, we will keep it if we can ;
But now it is impossible we should.
- Suffolk, the new-made Duke that rules the roaft,
Hath giv'n the Dutchy of Anjou and Maine
Unto the poor King Reignier, whose large style
Agrees not with the leanness of his purse.
Sal. Now by the death of him who died for all,
These counties were the keys of Normandy:
But wherefore weeps Warwick, my valiant son?
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 ! my self did win them both:
Those provinces these arms of mine did conquer.
And are the cities that I got with wounds,