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I'th' parts of France, till term of eighteen months
Be full expir’d. Thanks, uncle Winchester,
Gloʻster, York, Buckingham, and Somerset,
Salisbury and Warwick;
We thank you for all 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, S CE N E- 11.

Manent the rest.
Glo. Brave peers of England, pillars of the state,

you Duke Humphry must unload his grief,
Your grief, the conimon grief of all the land.
What! did my brother Henry spend his youth,
His valour, coin, and people in the wars ?
Did he fo often lodge in open field,
In winter's cold, and summer's parching heat,
To conquer France, his true inheritance ?
And did my brother Bedford toil his wits
To keep by policy what Henry got?
Have you yourselves, Somerset, Buckingham,
Brave York, and Salisbury, victorious Warwick,
Receiv'd deep scars in France and Normandy ?
Or hath mine uncle Beauford, and myself,
With all the learned council of the realm,
Studied fo long, fat in the council house,
Early and late, debațing 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,
Plotting your names from books of memory;

Razing che characters of your renown,
Defacing monuments of conquer'd France,
Undoing all, as all had never been.

Car. Nephew, what means this passionate discourse?
This peroration with such circumstances ?
For France, 'tis ours; and we will keep it ftill.

Glo. 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 che poor King Reignier, whose large ftile
Agrees not with the leanness of his purse.

Sal. Now, by the death of him who dy'd for all,
These counties were the keys of Normandy, .
- But wherefore weeps Warwick my valiant fon?

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 ! myself did win them both,
Those provinces these 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 suffocate,
That dims the honour of this warlike isle!
France should 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 sums 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 jest, and never heard before,
That Suffolk sould demand a whole fifteenth,
For coft and charges in transporting her.

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She should have staid in France, and starv'd in France, Before

Car. My Lord of Gloʻster, now ye grow too hot. It was the pleasure of my Lord the King.

Glo. My Lord of Winchester, I know your mind,
Tis not my speeches that you do mislike,
But 'tis my presence that doth trouble you.
Rancour will out. Proud prelate, in thy face
I see thy fury; if I longer stay,
We shall begin our ancient bickerings.
Lordings, farewel; and say, when I am gone,
I prophesy'd, France will be lost ere long. [Exit

Car. So, there goes our protector in a rage.
'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, o
There's reason he should be displeas'd at it.
Look to it, Lords, let not his smoothing words
Bewitch your hearts ; be wise and circumspect.
What though the common people favour him,
Calling him Humphry, the good Duke of Glo'iter,
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 will be found a dangerous protector.

Buck. Why should he then protect our sovereign,
He being of age to govern of himself
Cousin of Somerset, join you with me,

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And all together with the Duke of Suffolk,
We'll quickly hoist Duke Humphry from his seat.

Car. This weighty business will not brook delay. l'll to the Duke of Suffolk presently.

[Exit, Som. Cousin of Bucking bam, 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 Gloster be displac'd, he'll be protector.

Buck. Or Somerset, or I, will be protector. Despight Duke Humphry, 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 Glofler 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 plaipness, 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 public good, In what we can, to bridle and luppress The pride of Suffolk, and the Cardinal, With Scmerfel's and Buckingham's ambition ; And, as we may, cherish Duke Humphry's deeds, While they do iend the profit of the land.


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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.

[Afide. 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 win, 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 sain.

[Exeunt Warwick and Salisbury,

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York. Anjou and Maine are given to the French; Paris is lost; 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 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 purchase 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 shakes his head, and trembling itands 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 sold. Methinks, the realms of England, France and Ireland, Bear that proportion to my fesh and blood, As did the fatal brand Alibea burnt, Unto the prince's heart of Calydon.


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