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We thank you all for this great favour done,
[Exeunt King, Queen, and SupFOLK. Glo. Brave peers of England, pillars of the state, To you duke Humphrey must unload his grief, • Your grief, the common grief of all the land.
Whatdid my brother Henry spend his youth, • His valour, coin, and people, in the wars? • Did he so often lodge in open field, • In winter's cold, and summer's parching heat, · • To conquer France, his true inheritance? • And did my brother Bedford toil his wits, "To keep by policy what Henry got?
Have you yourselves, Somerset, Buckingham, • Brave York, Salisbury, and victorious Warwick, • Receiv'd deep scars in France and Normandy?
Or hath mine uncle Beaufort, and myself, • With all the learned council of the realm, Studied so long, sat in the council-house, Early and late, debating to and fro • How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe?
And hath his highness in his infancy Been crown'd in Paris, in despite of foes? * And shall 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, shameful 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! Car. Nephew, what means this passionate dis
course? * This peroration with such circumstance?
· For France, 'tis ours; and we will keep it still.
* Glo. Ay, uncle, we will keep it, if we can; * But now it is impossible we should: Suffolk, the new-made duke that rules the roast, • Hath given the dutchies of Anjou and Maine * Unto the poor king Reignier, whose large style * Agrees not with the leanness of his purse.
* Sal. Now, by the death of him that died for all, * These counties were the keys of Normandy: But wherefore weeps Warwick, my valiant son?
· War. For grief, that they are past recovery: · For, were there hope to conquer them again, My sword should shed hot blood, mine eyes no tears. Anjou and Maine! myself did win them both; • Those provinces these arms of mine did conquer: * And are the cities, that I got with wounds, • Deliver'd up again with peaceful words? Mort Dieu !
* York. For Suffolk's duke-may he be suffocate, * That dims the honour of this warlike isle! * France should 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 sums 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 jest, and never heard before, * That Suffolk should demand a whole fifteenth, * For costs and charges in transporting her! * She should have staid in France, and starv'd in
France, * Before
* This peroration with such circumstance?] This speech crouded with so many instances of aggravation. JOHNSON.
5 And are the cities, &c.] The indignation of Warwick is natural, and I wish it had been better expressed; there is a kind of jingle intended in wounds and words. Johnson.
* 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; « 'Tis not my speeches that you do mislike, • But 'tis my presence that doth trouble you. * 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. [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. * 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 a 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 hethen protect our sovereign, * 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.
Exit. • Som. Cousin of Buckingham, though Hum
• And greatness of his place be grief to us, • Yet let us watch the haughty cardinal;
His insolence is more intolerable * Than all the princes in the land beside; • If Gloster be displac'd, he'll be protector.
Buck. Or thou, or I, Somerset will be protector, * Despight duke Humphrey, or the cardinal.
[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, and proud, as he were lord of all,• Swear like a ruffian, and demean himnself · Unlike the ruler of a common-weal. • Warwick, my son, the comfort of my age!
Thy deeds, thy plainness, and thy house-keeping, · Hath won the greatest favour of the commons, • Excepting none but good duke Humphrey.* And, brother York, thy acts in Ireland, In bringing them to civil discipline;
Thy late exploits, done in the heart of France, · When thou wert regent for our sovereign,
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 suppress • The pride of Suffolk, and the cardinal, • With Somerset's and Buckingham's ambition;
And, as we may, cherish duke Humphrey's deeds, • While they do tend the profit of the land.
*War. So God helpWarwick, as he loves the land, And common profit of his country! * York. And so says York, for he hath greatest
Sal. Then let's make haste away, and look unto
the main. War. Unto the main! O father, Maine is lost; That Maine, which by main force Warwick did 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'sfair daughter. * I cannot blame them all; What is't to them? * 'Tis thine they give away, and not their own. * Pirates may makecheap 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 hapless 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 his own. * So York must sit; and fret, and bite his tongue, * While his own lands are bargain'd for, and sold. * Methinks, the realms of England, France, and
Ireland, * Bear that proportion to my flesh and blood, * As did the fatal brand Althea burn'd, * Unto the prince's heart of Calydon. Anjou and Maine, both given unto the French! Cold news for me; for I had hope of France,
—the prince's heart of Calydon.] According to the fable, Meleager's life was to continue only so long as a certain firebrand should last. His mother Althea having thrown it into the fire, he expired in great torments.