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If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.
K. Hen. Her sight did ravish, but her grace in speech,
ness ! Q. Mar. We thank you all.
[Flourish. Suf. My lord protector, so it please your grace, Here are the articles of contracted peace, Between our sovereign, and the French king Charles For eighteen months, concluded by consent.
Glo. [Reads.] “Imprimis: It is agreed between the French king, Charles, and William de la Poole, marquess of Suffolk, ambassador for Henry, king of England, -that the said Henry shall espouse the lady Margaret, daughter unto Reignier king of Naples, Sicilia, and Jerusalem, and crown her queen of England ere the thirtieth of May next ensuing.– -Item,- That the duchy of Anjou and the county of Maine, shall be released and delivered to the king her father.”—[Pausing.'1 K. Hen. Uncle, how now ? Glo.
Pardon me, gracious lord; Some sudden qualm hath struck me at the heart, And dimm'd mine eyes, that I can read no farther. K. Hen. Uncle of Winchester,
pray, read on. Car. [Reads.*] "Item: It is farther agreed between them,--that the duchies of Anjou and Maine shall be released and delivered over to the king her father; and she sent over of the king of England's own proper cost and charges, without having any dowry."
A compound Saxon word, found in Chaucer, my all dearest. 73 Not in f. e.
K. Ken. They please us well.—Lord marquess, kneel
thee down :
[Exeunt King, Queen, and SUFFOLK.
1 This word is not in the folio,-is added by the MS. emendator, folio, 1632.
Undoing all, as all had never been.
Car. Nephew, what means this passionate discourse ?
Glo. Ay, uncle, we will keep it, if we can;
Sal. Now, by the death of him that died for all,
War. For grief, that they are past recovery;
York. For Suffolk's duke, may he be suffocate
Glo. A proper jest, and never heard before,
Car. My lord of Gloster, now you grow too hot. It was the pleasure of my lord the king.
Glo. My lord of Winchester, I know your mind : 'T is not my speeches that you do mislike, But 't is my presence that doth trouble ye. Rancour will out: proud prelate, in thy face I see thy fury. If I longer stay, We shall begin our ancient bickerings.Lordings, farewell; and say, when I am gone, I prophesied, France will be lost ere long. [Ecit. 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 “Humphrey the good Duke of Gloster;" Clapping their hands, and crying with loud voice" Jesu maintain your royal excellence !" With—“God preserve the good duke Humphrey !" I fear me, lords, for all this flattering gloss, He will be found a dangerous protector. Buck. Why should he, then, protect our sove
overeign, 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 Humphrey from his seat.
Car. This weighty business will not brook delay; I'll to the duke of Suffolk presently..
Erit. Som. Cousin of Buckingham, though Humphrey's
Buck. Or thou, or I, Somerset, will be protector,
[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 Humphrey, duke of Gloster, Did bear him like a noble gentleman. Oft have I seen the haughty cardinal, More like a soldier, than a man o the church, As stout,
proud, as he were lord of all, Swear like a ruffian, and demean himself
Unlike the ruler of a common-weal.-
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 haste away, and look unto the
main. War. Unto the main ? O father! Maine is lost; T'hat Maine, which by main force did Warwick win, And would have kept so long as breath did last. Main chance, father, you meant; but I meant Maine, Which I will win from France, or else be slain.
[Exeunt Warwick and SALISBURY. York. Anjou and Maine are given to the French; Paris is lost; 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 pennyworths of their pillage, And purchase friends, and give to courtezans, Still revelling, like lords, till all be gone; While as the silly owner of the goods Weeps over them, and wrings his helpless' hands, And shakes his head, and trembling stands aloof, While all is shar'd, and all is borne away, Ready to starve, and dare not touch
1 hapless : in f. e.