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And all together with the Duke of Suffolk,
Som. Coufin of Buckingham, though Humphry's pride
Buck. Or Somerset, or I, will be protector. Defpight Duke Humphry, or the Cardinal.
[Exeunt Buckingham and Somerfet. Sal. Pride went before, ambition follows him. While thefe do labour for their own preferment, Behoves it us to labour for the realm. I never faw, but Humphry Duke of Glo'fter 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 himself 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 greatest favour of the commons, Excepting none but good Duke Humphry, And brother Tork, 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 fovereign, 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 fupprefs The pride of Suffolk, and the Cardinal, With Somerfer'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 cause. [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 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.
York. Anjou and Maine are given to the French;
The peers agreed, and Henry was well pleas'd
'Tis thine they give away, and not their own.
Anjou and Maine, both giv'n unto the French!
A day will come, when York fhall claim his own;
And make a fhew of love to proud Duke Humphry,
And, when I fpy advantage, claim the Crown,
For that's the golden mark I feek to hit.'
Whofe church-like humour fits not for a Crown.
Changes to the Duke of Gloucester's House.
Enter Duke Humphry, and his Wife Eleanor.
HY droops my Lord, like over-ripen'd
Hanging the head with Ceres' plenteous load?
Gazing at that which feems to dim thy fight?
Glo. O Nell, fweet Nell, if thou doft love thy Lord,
My troublous dreams this night do make me fad. Elean. What dream'd my Lord; tell me, and I'll requite it
With fweet rehearsal of my morning's dream.
Glo. Methought, this Staff, mine office-badge in
Was broke in twain; by whom I have forgot;
But lift to me, my Humphry, my sweet Duke;
In the Cathedral church of Westminster,
And in that chair where Kings and Queens were crown'd,
Glo. Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright.
Prefumptuous Dame, ill-nurtur'd Eleanor,
Elean. What, what, my Lord! are you fo cholerick
Glo. Nay, be not angry, I am pleas'd again.
Mef. My Lord Protector, 'tis his Highness' pleasure, You do prepare to ride unto St. Albans, Whereas the King and Queen do mean to hawk. Glo. I go. Come, Nell, thou wilt ride with us? Elean. Yes, my good Lord, I'll follow prefently. [Exit Gloucefter. Follow I muft, I cannot go before, While Glofter bears this bafe and humble mind. Were I a man, a Duke, and next of blood, I would remove these tedious stumbling-blocks; And fmooth my way upon their headless necks. And being a woman, I will not be flack To play my part in Fortune's pageant. -Where are you there, Sir John? Nay, fear not, man, We are alone; here's none but thee and I,
Hume. Jefus preferve your Royal Majesty !