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 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 Somerfet's and Euckingham'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 greateft caufe.

[Afide. Sal. Then let's make hafte, and look unto the main.* [Exe. Warwick and Salisbury.

SCENE

III.

Manet York.

York. Anjou and Maine are given to the French;

Paris is loft; the ftate 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 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 shakes his head, and trembling flands aloof,
While all is fhar'd, and all is borne away;
Ready to starve, and dares not touch his own.
So York muft fit, and fret, and bite his tongue,

-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; bu. I meant Maine,

Which I will win from France, or else be flain.

Exeunt, &c.

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,
As did the fatal brand Althea burnt,

Unto the prince's heart of Calydon.

Anjou and Maine, both giv'n unto the French!
Cold news for me: for I had hope of France,
Ev'n as I have of fertile England's foil.

A day will come when York fhall claim his own;
And therefore I will take the Nevills' parts,
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.
Nor thall proud Lancaster ufurp my right,
Nor hold the fceptre in his childish fist,
Nor wear the diadem upon his head,

Whofe church-like humour fits not for a crown.
Then, York, be ftill a while, till time do serve:
Watch thou, and wake when others be afleep,
To pry into the fecrets of the state;

Till Henry, furfeiting in 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 whofe fweet finell the air fhall be perfum'd;
And in my standard bear the arms of York,
To grapple with the houfe of Lancaster ;
And, force perforce, I'll make him yield the crown,
Whole bookish rule hath pull'd fair England down.
[Exit York.

SCENE IV. Changes to the Duke of Gloucefter's houfe.

Enter Duke Humphry, and his wife Eleanor. Elean Why droops my Lord, like over-ripen'd corn Hanging the head with Ceres' plenteous load Why doth the great Duke Humphry knit his brows, As frowning at the favours of the world? Why are thine eyes fix'd to the fullen earth, Gazing at that which feems to dim thy fight? What feeft thou there? King Henry's diadem, Inchas'd with all the honours of the world?

If fo, gaze on, and grovel on thy face,
Until thy head be circled with the fame.
Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold.
What! is't too fhort? I'll lengthen it with mine.
And, having both together heav'd it up,
We'll both together lift our heads to heaven;
And never more abafe our fight so low,
As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground.
Gla. O Nell, fweet Nell, if thou doft love thy Lord,
Banifh the canker of ambitious thoughts:
And may that thought, when I imagine ill
Against my King and nephew, virtuous Henry,
Be my laft 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 fweet rehearsal of my morning's dream.

Glo. Methought this ftaff, mine office-badge in court,
Was broke in twain; by whom, I have forgot;
But, as I think, it was by th' Cardinal;
And, on the pieces of the broken wand,

Were place'd the heads of Edmund Duke of Somerset,
And William de la Pole firft 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 flick of Glo'fter's grove,
Shall lofe his head for his prefumption.
But lift to me, my Humphry, my sweet Duke,
Methought I fat in feat of majefty,

In the cathedral church of Westminster,

And in that chair where kings and queens are crown'd; Where Henry and Margaret kneel'd to me,

And on my head did fet the diadem.

Glo. Nay, Eleanor, then muft I chide outright. Prefumptuous dame, ill-nurtur'd Eleanor, Art thou not fecond woman in the realm, And the Protector's wife, belov'd of him? Haft thou not worldly pleafure at command, Above the reach or compafs of thy thought? And wilt thou ftill be hammering treachery, To tumble down thy husband, and thyfelf, From top of honour to difgrace's feet?:

Away

Away from me, and let me hear no more.

Elean. What, what! my Lord! are you so choleric With Eleanor, for telling but her dream?

Next time I'll keep my dreams unto myself,

And not be check'd.

Glo. Nay, be not angry, I am pleas'd again.

Enter Messenger.

Me. My Lord Protector, 'tis his Highness' pleasure, You do prepare to ride unto St. Alban's, Whereas the King and Queen do mean to hawk. Glo. I go: come, Nell, thou wilt ride with us?

[Exit Gloucester. Elean. Yes, my good Lord, I'll follow presently. Follow I muit; I cannot go before,

While Glo'fter bears this base and humble mind.
Were I a man, a Duke, and next of blood,
I would remove these tedious stumbling-blocks,
And smooth 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.

Enter Hume.

Hume. Jefus preferve your Royal Majefty!

Elean. What fay'ft thou? Majesty? I am but Grace.

Hume. But, by the grace of God, and Hume's advice, Your Grace's title fhall be multiply'd.

Elean. What fay'st thou, man? haft thou as yet conWith Margery Jordan the cunning witch,

[ferr'd

Hume. This they have promised to fhew your High

And Roger Bolingbrook the conjurer?

And will they undertake to do me good?

A fpirit rais'd from depth of under-ground,

That fhall make answer to fuch questions

As by your Grace fhall be propounded him.

[nefs

Elean. It is enough, I'll think upon the questions. When from St. Alban's we do make return, We'll fee thofe things effected to the full.

Here, Hume, take this reward; make merry, man,

With

With thy confederates in this weighty caufe.

[Exit Eleanor, Hume. Hume must make merry with the Duchels'

gold:

Marry, and fhall: but how now, Sir John Hume?
Seal up your lips, and give no words, but mum!
The bufinefs afketh filent fecrecy.

Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch.
Gold cannot come amifs, were the a devil.
Yet have I gold flies from another coaft:
I dare not fay from the rich Cardinal,

And from the great and new-made Duke of Suffolk,
Yet I do find it fo: for to be plain,

They (knowing Dame Eleanor's afpiring humour)
Have hired me to undermine the Duchels,
And buzz thefe conjurations in her brain.
They fay, a crafty knave does need no broker;
Yet am I Suffolk's and the Cardinal's broker.
Hume, if you take not heed, you fhall go near
To call them both a pair of crafty knaves.
Well, fo it ftands; and thus I fear, at last,
Hume's knavery will be the Duchefs' wreck,
And her attainture will be Humphry's fall.
Sort how it will, I fhall have gold for all. [Exit.

SCENE V. Changes to an apartment in the palace. Enter three or four Petitioners, Peter the armourer's man being one.

1 Pet. My mafters, let's ftand clofe; my Lord Protector will come this way by and by, and then we may deliver our fupplications in the quill.

2 Pet. Marry, the Lord protect him, for he's a good man; Jefu bless him!

Enter Suffolk, and Queen.

Pet. Here a' comes, methinks, and the Queen with him. I'll be the firit, fure.

2 Pet. Come back, fool; this is the Duke of Suffolk, and not my Lord Protector.

Suf. How now, fellow, would't any thing with me?

* Pet.