Between our Sovereign and the French King, Charles, For eighteen months concluded by confent.

Glo. reads.] Imprimis, It is agreed between the French King, Charles, and William de la Pole Marquis of Suf folk, Ambafador for Henry King of England, that the Said Henry hall efpoufe the Lady Margaret, daughter unto Reignier King of Naples, Sicilia, and Jerufalem, and crown her Queen of England, ere the thirtieth of May next enfuing.

Item. That the Dutchy of Anjou, and the County of Maine, fhall be releafed and delivered to the King her father. [Lets full the Paper

K. Henry. Uncle, how now?
Glo. Pardon me, gracious Lord;

Some fudden qualm hath ftruck me to the heart,
And dimm'd mine eyes, that I can read no further

K. Henry. Uncle of Winchester, I pray, read on. Win. Item, That the Dutchies of Anjou and Maine fhall be releafed and delivered to the King her father, and fhe fent over of the King of England's own proper coft and charges, without having any dowry.

K. Henry. They pleafe us well. Lord Marquis, kneel you down;

We here create thee the firft Duke of Suffolk,
And gird thee with the fword. Coufin of York,
We here difcharge your Grace from being Regent
I'th' parts of France, till term of eighteen months
Be full expir'd. Thanks, uncle Winchefier,
Glo'fter, 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 fee her coronation be perform'd.

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[Exeunt King, Queen and Suffolk, Manent the reft.

Glo. Brave Peers of England, pillars of the state, To you Duke Humphry muft unload his grief, Your grief, the common grief of all the land.

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What!

What did my brother Henry fpend his youth,
His valour, coin, and people in the wars ? bu
Did he fo often lodge in open field,

In winter's cold, and fummer's parching heat,
To conquer France, his true inheritance
And did my brother Bedford toil his wits no
To keep by policy what Henry gothi
Have you yourselves, Somerfet, Buckingham,
Brave York, and Salisbury, victorious Warwick,
Receiv'd deep fears 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, debating to and fro,

How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe
And was his Highness in his infancy

Crowned in Paris, in defpight of foes?
And fhall 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, fhameful is this league,
Fatal this marriage; cancelling your fame,
Blotting your names from books of memory;
Razing the characters of your renown,
Defacing monuments of conquer'd France,
Undoing all, as all had never been.

Gar. Nephew, what means this paffionate difcourfe ?

This peroration with fuch 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 impoffible we fhould.

Suffolk, the new-made Duke that rules the roaft,
Hath giv'n the dutchy of Anjou and Maine
Unto the poor King Reignier, whofe large ftile
Agrees not with the leannefs of his purfe.

Sal. Now, by the death of him who dy'd for all,
Thefe 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

My fword should shed hot blood, mine eyes no tears.
Anjou and Maine! myself did win them both:
Thofe provinces thefe 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 fuffocate,
That dims the honour of this warlike ifle 452
France fhould 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 fums 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 jeft, and never heard before,
That Suffolk fhould demand a whole fifteenth,
For coft and charges in tranfporting, her:

She fhould have ftaid in France, and ftarv'd.in France,
Before

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

Glo. My Lord of Winchefter, I know your mind.
'Tis not my fpeeches that you do miflike,
But 'tis my prefence that doth trouble you.
Rancour will out, proud prelate; in thy face,
I fee thy fury if I longer ftay,

We fhall begin our ancient bickerings.
Lordings, farewel: and fay, when I am gone,
I prophefy'd, France will be loft ere long."

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.
Confider, 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 weft,
There's reafon he fhould be difpleas'd at it.
Look to it, Lords, let not his smoothing words
Bewitch your hearts; be wife, and circumfpect.
What though the common people favour him,

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[Exit.

Calling

Calling Him Humphry, the good Duke of Glo'fter,
Clapping their hands and crying with loud voice,
Jefu maintain your royal excellence!

Sovereign

With, God preferve the good Duke Humphry!
I fear me, Lords, for all this flattering glofs, 6
He will be found a dangerous protector.
Buck. Why fhould he then protect our
He being of age to govern of himfelf?
Coufin of Somerset, join you with me,
And all together with the Duke of Suffolk,
We'll quickly hoift Duke Humphry from his feat.
Car. This weighty bufinefs will not brook delay.
I'll to the Duke of Suffolk presently.

[Exit. Som. Coufin of Buckingham, though Humphry's pride And greatnefs 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 befide: If Glo'fter be difplac'd, he'll be protector. Buck. Or Somerfet, or 1, will be protector, I, Defpight Duke Humphry or the Cardinal.

[Exeunt Buckingham and Somerfer. Sal. Pride went before, ambition follows him. While thefe do labour for their own preferment, Behoves it us to labour for the realm.

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I never faw, but Humphry Duke of Glofter
Did bear him like a noble gentleman:
Oft have I feen the haughty Cardinal
More like a foldier, than a man o'th' church,
As ftout and proud as he were Lord of all,
Swear like a ruffian, and demean himfelf
Unlike the ruler of a common-weal.
Warwick, my fon, the comfort of my age!
Thy deeds, thy plainnefs, and thy houfe-keeping,
Have won the greateft favour of the commons,
Excepting none but good Duke Humphry.
And brother York, thy acts in Ireland,
In bringing them to civil difcipline;"
Thy late exploits done in the heart of France,
When thou wert regent for our Sovereign,

Have

Have made thee fear'd and honour'd of the people.
Join we together for the publick good,
In what we can, to bridle and fupprefs
The pride of Suffolk, and the cardinal,
With Somerset's and Buckingham'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 fo fays York, for he hath greatest caufe.

[Afide, Sal. Then let's make hafte, and look unto the main. War. Unto the main? Oh father, Maine is loft; That Maine, which by main force Warwick d did win, And would have kept, fo long as breath did laft: Main chance, father, you meant; but I meant Maine, Which I will win from France, or elfe be flain.

[Exeunt Warwick and Salisbury.

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 q
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 purchafe 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 ftands aloof,
While all is fhar'd, and all is borne away;.
Ready to ftarve, and dares not touch his own.
So York muft 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 flesh and blood,