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Item, That the Dutchy of Anjou, and the County of Maine, fhall be releafed and delivered to the King her father. [Lets fall the paper.
K. Henry. Uncle, how now?
Some fudden qualm hath ftruck me to the heart, And damn'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 Shall be releafed and delivered to the King her father, and she fent over of the King of England's own proper coft and charges, without having any dowry.
K. Henry. They pleafe us well. Lord Marquifs,
We here create thee the firft duke of Suffolk,
Coufin of York,
We thank you for all this great favour done,
[Exeunt King, Queen, and Suffolk.
RAVE peers of England, pillars of the ftate,
Your grief, the common grief of all the land.
In winter's cold, and fummer's parching heat,
To conquer France, his true inheritance?
How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe,
And fhall these labours and thefe honours die!
Car. Nephew, what means this paffionate discourse?
This peroration with fuch circumstances?
But now it is impoffible we fhould.
Suffolk, the new-made Duke that rules the roast,
Thofe provinces thefe arms of mine did conquer. And are the cities, that I got with wounds, Delivered up again with peaceful words?
York. For Suffolk's Duke, may he be fuffocate, That dims the honour of this warlike ifle! 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 should have ftaid in France, and starv'd in France, Before
Car. My lord of Glo'fler, now ye grow too hot: It was the pleasure of my lord the King.
Glo. My lord of Winchester, I know your mind.
We shall begin our ancient bickerings.
[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. 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 east, There's reafon he fhould be difpleas'd at it. Look to it, lords, let not his fmoothing words, Bewitch your hearts; be wife and circumfpect, What though the common people favour him,
Calling him Humphry, the good Duke of Glo'fter,
With, God preferve the good Duke Humphry!
Buck. Why should he then protect our fovereign,
[Exit. Som. Coufin of Buckingham, though Humphry'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 befide: If Glofler be difplac'd, he'll be protector. Buck. Or Somerfet, or I, will be protector, Defpight Duke Humphry, or the Cardinal.
[Ex. Buckingham and Somerset. 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 Glofter
Thy deeds, thy plainnefs, and thy houfe-keeping,
And brother York, thy acts in Ireland,
In bringing them to civil difcipline;
Thy late exploits done in the heart of France,
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 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 last: Main chance, father, you meant; but I meant Maine, Which I will win from France, or elfe be flain." [Ex. Warwick and Salisbury.
York. ANJOU and Maine are given to the French;
Stands on a tickle point, now they are gone:
The peers agreed, and Henry was well pleas'd
Weeps over them, and wrings his hapless hands,