Agrees not with the leannefs of his purfe. 1 Sal. Now, by the death of him who dy'd for all, Thefe counties were the keys of Normandy. But wherefore weeps Warwick, my valiant fon? War. For grief that they are paft recovery. For were there hope to conquer them again, My fword fhould fhed hot blood, mine eyes no tears. Anjou and Maine! myfelf did win them both. Thofe provinces thefe arms of mine did conquer. And are the cities that I got with wounds, Delivered up again with peaceful words? * Tork. 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 transporting her. She fhould have staid in France, and starv'd in France, Before Car. My Lord of Glo'fter, now ye grow too hot: It was the pleasure of my Lord the King. Glo. My Lord of Winchester, I know your mind Gar. So, there goes our Protector in a rage, And no great friend, I fear me, to the King, peaceful words? York. For Suffolk's Duke, may he be fuffocate, That dims the honour of this was like ifle! France fhould have torn, &c. [Exit Had Had Henry got an empire by his marriage, With, God preferve the good Duke Humphry! Buck. Why fhould he then protect our fovereign, [Exit. Som. Coufin of Buckingham, though Humphry's And greatnefs of his place, be grief to us, Than all the princes in the land befide. [pride [Exe. 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 York, thy acts in Ireland, In bringing them to civil discipline; Thy late exploits done in the heart of France, In what we can, to bridle and fupprefs 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.* [Exe. Warwick and Salisbury. 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, Weeps over them, and wrings his hapless hands, look unto the main. War. Unto the main? Oh father, Maine is loft; That Maine, which by main force Warwick did win, Man chance, father, you meant; but I meant Maine, Which I will win from France, or else be flain. Exeunt, &c. VOL. V. B While While his own lands are bargain'd for, and fold. a 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, Whofe church-like humour fits not for a crown. 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 raife aloft the milk-white rofe, With whofe fweet smell the air fhall be perfum'd; SCENE IV. Changes to the Duke of Gloucester's house. Enter Duke Humphry, and his wife Eleanor. Elean. Why droops my Lord, like over-ripen'd cornHanging 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, Glo. O Nell, fweet Nell, if thou doft love thy Lord, With fweet rehearsal of my morning's dream. Glo. Methought this ftaff, mine office-badge in court, Were place'd the heads of Edmund Duke of Somerset, 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 must 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 pleasure 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? B 2 Away |