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Delivered up again with peaceful words ? *

York. 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.

Glou. A proper jest, and never heard before,
That Suffolk should demand a whole fifteenth,
For cost and charges in transporting her :
She should have staid in France, and starv'd in France,
Before

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

Glou. My Lord of Winchester, I know your mind, 'Tis not my speeches that

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do misike,
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 loft 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,
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 Humpbry, the good Duke of Glo'ster,
Clapping their hands and crying with loud voice,

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peaceful words?
York. For Suffolk's Duke, may he be suffocate,
That dims the honour of this warlike ifle :
France should, &C.

Jesu

Jesu maintain your Royal Excellence,
With, God preserve the good Duke Humphry?
I fear me, Lords, for all this flattering glofs,
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,
And all together with the Duke of Suffolk,
We'll quickly hoise Duke Humpbry from his seat.

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

(Exit. Som. Cousin of Buckingham, though Humpbry's pride And greatness of his place be grief to us, Yet let us watch the haughty Cardinal : His infolence is more intolerable Than all the Princes in the land beside : If Glofter 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 Glo'fter 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 plainness, 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 publick good,

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In what we can to bridle and suppress
The pride of Suffolk, and the Cardinal,
With Somerset's and Buckingbam's ambition ;
And as we may, cherish Duke Humphry's deeds,
While they do tend 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.
Sal. Then let's make hafte, and look unto the main. *

(Exeunt Warwick and Salisbury.
SCE N E III. Manet York.
York, Anjou and Maine are given to the French,
Paris is loft, 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 Thakes his head, and trembling stands aloof,
While all is shar'd, and all is born 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 Hesh and blood,
As did the fatal brand Alibea burnt,
Unto the Prince's heart of Calydon.
Anjou and Maine both given unto the French!
Cold news for me: for I had hope of France,

- 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 laft:
Main-chance, father, you meant, but I meant Main,
Which I will win from France, or else be slain,

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Ev'n as I have of fertile England's foil.
A day will come when York Thall claim his own,
And therefore I will take the Nevills' parts,
And make a shew of love to proud Duke Humpbry ;
And when I spy advantage, claim the crown;
For that's the golden mark I seek to hit.
Nor shall proud Lancaster usurp my right,
Nor hold the scepter in his childish fift,
Nor wear the diadem upon his head,
Whose church-like humour fits not for a crown.
Then, York, be still a while, 'till time do serve:
Watch thou, and wake when others be aleep,
To pry into the secrets of the State ;
'Till Henry surfeit in the joys of love,
With his new bride and England's dear-bought Queen,
And Humphry with the Peers be fall'n at jars.
Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose,
With whose sweet smell the air shall 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 pull’d fair England down.

[Exit York, SCENE IV. The Duke of Gloucefter's boufe.

Enter Duke Humphry, and bis Wife Eleanor.
Elean. Why droops my Lord, like over-ripen'd corn
Hanging the head with Ceres' plenteous load ?
Why doth the great Duke Humpbry knit his brows,
As frowning at the favours of the world ?
Why are thine eyes fixt to the fullen earth,
Gazing at that which seems to dim thy light?
What seest thou there? King Henry's diadem,
Inchas'd with all the honours of the world?
If so, gaze on, and grovel on thy 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 wich mines
And having both together heav'd it up,
We'll both together lift our heads to heaven ;
And never more abase our light so low,

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As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground.

Glou. O 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 fad.

Elean. What dream'd my Lord ? tell me, and I'll requite it
With sweet rehearsal of my morning's dream.

Glou. Methought this staff, mine office-badge in Court,
Was broke in twain ; by whom, I have forgot ;
But, 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 Glo'ster's grove,
Shall lose his head for his presumption.
· But lift to me, my Humphry, my sweet Duke :
Methought I sat in seat of Majesty,
In the cathedral church of Westminster,
And in that chair where Kings and Queens are crown'd;
Where Henry and Margaret kneeld to me,
And on my head did set the diadem.

Glou. Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright:
Presumptuous dame, ill-natur’d Eleanor,
Art thou not second woman in the realm,
And the Protector's wife, belov'd of him?
Haft thou not worldly pleasure at command,
Above the reach or compass of thy thought ?
And wilt thou still be hammering treachery,
To tumble down thy husband and thy self
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 my felf,
And not be check’d.
YOL, VI,

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