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I'th' parts of France, till term of eighteen months
[Exeunt King, Queen, and Suffolk, S CE N E- 11.
Manent the rest.
you Duke Humphry must unload his grief,
Razing che characters of your renown,
Car. Nephew, what means this passionate discourse?
Glo. Ay, uncle, we will keep it if we can ;
Sal. Now, by the death of him who dy'd for all,
War. For grief that they are past recovery.
York. For Suffolk's Duke, may he be suffocate,
Glo. A proper jest, and never heard before,
$ This peroration with such cir- wick is natural, and I wish it
cumstances?] This speech had been better expreffed ; crowded with so many instances there is a kind of jingle inof aggravation
tended in zounds and words, • The indignation of War.
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,
Car. So, there goes our protector in a rage.
Buck. Why should he then protect our sovereign,
And all the wealthy kingdoms in the Wej as we!! as in the
of the west,) Cercainiy Eat, and the Western kingShakespeare wrote EAST. doms were more likely to be in
WAR BYRTON, the thought of the speaker. There are wealthy kingdoms
And all together with the Duke of Suffolk,
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.
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,
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.