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What! did my brother Henry spend his youth,
His valour, coin, and people in the wars?
Did he fo often lodge in open field,
In winter's cold, and summer's parching heat,
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, and Salisbury, victorious Warwick,
Receiv'd deep scars in France and Normandy ?
Or hath mine uncle Beauford, and myself,
With all the learned council of the realm,
Studied so long, fat in the council-house,
Early and late, debating to and fro,
How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe,
And was his Highness in his infancy
Crowned in Paris, in despight of foes ?
And shall these labours and these honours die!
Shall Henry's Conqueit, Bedford's vigilance,
Your deeds of war, and all our counsel die !
O pecrs 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 discourse?
This peroration with such circumstances ?
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 roaft,
Hath giv'n the Dutchy 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 who dy'd 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 fed 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,
Delivered up again with peaceful words ?
York. For Suffolk's Duke, may he be fuffocate,
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 cost and charges in transporting her :
She should have staid in France, and starv'd in France,
Car. My lord of Glofter, now ye 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, farewel; and say, when I am gone,
I prophesy'd, France will be loft 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 kim Humphry, the good Duke of Glosters
Clapping their hands and crying with loud voice,
Jesu maintain your royal excellence !
With, God preserve the good Duke Humphry !
I fear me, lords, for ail this flattering glofs,
He will be found a dangerous protector.
Buck. Why thould he then protect our sovereign
He being of age to govern of himfelf?
Cousin cf Somer fet, join you with me,
And altogether with the Duke of Suffolk,
We'll quickly hoift Duke Humpbry from his feat.
Car. This weighty bufiness will not brook delay,
I'll to the Duke of Suffolk prefently.
(Exit. Som. Coutin of Buckinghan, 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 beside : If Glofter be displae'd, he'll be protector.
Buck. Or Somerset, or I, will be protector, Despight Dake Humphry, or the Cardinal
. [Exe. Buckingham and Somerset: Sal. Pride went before, ambition follows him. While these do labour for their own prefermenty. Behoves it us to labour for the realm. I never saw, but Humphry Duke of Glo'fter. Did bear him like a noble gentleman: Oft have I seen the haughty Cardinal More like a foldier, than a man o'th' church, As stout and proud as he were lord of all, Swear like a ruffian, and demean himself Unlike the ruler of a common-weal. Warwick, my son, the comfort of my age ! Thy deeds, thy plainnefs, and thy house keeping Have won the greateft 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, 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 Suffalk, and the Cardinal,
With Somerset's and Buckingham'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 says York, for be hath greatest cause.
[ Afide. Sal. Then let's make haste, and look unto the main.
War. Unto the main ? Oh father, Maine is lost; That Maine, which by main force Warwick did win, And would have kept, so long as breath did laft: Main-chance, father you meant; but I meant Maine, Which I will win from France, or else be fain.
[Exe. Warwick and Salisbury.
Manet York. 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 duķedoms 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 purchase 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 stands aloof, While all is shar'd, and all is borne away ; Ready to starve, and dares not touch his own. So York must fit, and fret, and bite his tongue, 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 soil.
A day will come, when York shall claim his own;
And therefore I will take the Nevills' parts,
And make a thew of love to proud Duke Humphry;
And, when I spy advantage, claim the Crown;
For that's the golden mark I seek to hit.
Nor shall proud Lancaster usurp my right,
Nor hold the scepter in his childish fitt,
Nor wear the diadem upon his head,
Whose church-like humours fits not for a Crown.
Then, York, be still a while, till time do serve :
Watch thou, and wake when others be asleep,
To pry into the secrets of the State ;
Till Henry, surfeiting 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 whose sweet smell the air shall be perfum'd';
And in my Standard bear the Arms of York,
To grapple with the house of Lancaster;
And force perforce, I'll make him yield the Crown,
Whose bookish Rule hath pull’d fair England down.
(Exit York, SCENE changes to the Duke of Gloucester's
Enter Duke Humphry, and his Wife Eleanor.
Elean, HY 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 fixt to the sullen earth,
Gazing at that which seems to dim thy fight?
What ieeft thou there? King Henry's Diadem,
Inchas d with all the honours of the world?