Flourish of Trumpets: then, Hautboys. Enter King Henry, Duke Humphry, Salisbury, Warwick, and Beauford on the one fide: The Queen, Suffolk, York, Somerfet, and Buckingham on the other.

SUFFOLK.

AS by your high imperial Majefty

I had in charge at my depart from France,
As procurator for your Excellence,

To marry Princess Margret for your Grace;
So in the famous ancient city, Tours,

In prefence of the Kings of France and Sicil.

The dukes of Orleans, Calaber, Bretaigne, Alanfon,
Seven Earls, twelve Barons, twenty reverend Bishops,
I have perform'd my tafk, and was efpous'd:
And humbly now upon my bended knee,

In fight of England and her lordly peers

Deliver up my title in the Queen

[Prefenting the Queen to the King.

To your most gracious hand; that are the fubftance

Of that great fhadow I did represent:

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The fecond Part, &c.] This and the Third Part were first written under the Title of the Contention of York and Lancafter, 1600, but fince vaftly improved by the Author.

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The happiest gift that ever Marquifs gave,
The fairest Queen that ever King receiv'd.

K. Henry. Suffolk, arife. Welcome, Queen Margaret;
I can express no kinder fign of love,

Than this kind kifs. O Lord, that lend'ft me life,
Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness!
For thou haft giv'n me, in this beauteous face,
A world of earthly bleffings to my foul;
If fympathy of love unite our thoughts.

Q. Mar. Great King of England, and my gracious
lord,

The mutual conf'rence that my mind hath had,
By day, by night, waking, and in my dreams,
In courtly company, or at my beads,
With you mine alder-liefeft Sovereign;
Makes me the bolder to falute my King
With ruder terms; fuch as my wit affords,
And over-joy of heart doth minifter.

K. Henry. Her fight did ravish, but her grace in
speech,

Her words y-clad with wifdom's majesty,

Make me from wondring fall to weeping joys,
Such is the fulness of my

heart's content.

Lords, with one cheerful voice welcome my love.
All kneel. Long live Queen Marg`ret, England's hap-
piness !

Q. Mar. We thank you all.

[Flourish. Suff. 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 coufent.

Glo. [reads.] Imprimis, It is agreed between the French King, Charles, and William de la Pole Marquis of Suffolk, Ambaffador for Henry King of England, that the faid Henry fhall efpoufe the lady Margaret, daughter unto Reignier King of Naples, Sicilia, and Jerufalem, and crown her Queen of England, ere the thirtieth of May next enfuing.

Item, That the Dutchy of Anjou, and the County of Maine, fhall be releafed and delivered to the King her father. [Lets fall the paper.

K. Henry. Uncle, how now?
Glou. Pardon me, gracious lord;

Some fudden qualm hath ftruck me to the heart,
And damn'd mine eyes, that I can read no further.
K. Henry. Uncle of Winchester, I pray, read on.

Win. Item. That the Dutchies of Anjou and Maine fhall be releafed and delivered to the King her father, and she Sent over of the King of England's own proper cost and charges, without having any dowry.

K. Henry. They please us well. Lord Marquifs, kneel you down;

We here create thee the firft duke of Suffolk,
And gird thee with the fword.

Coufin of York,

We here discharge your Grace from being Regent
Ith' parts of France, till term of eighteen months
Be full expir'd. Thanks, uncle Winchester,
Glofter, York, Buckingham, and Somerset,

Salisbury and Warwick;

We thank you for all this great

favour done,

In entertainment to my princely Queen,
Come, let us in, and with all speed provide
To fee her coronation be perform'd.

Glo.

[Exeunt King, Queen, and Suffolk.

BRAVE peers of England, pillars of the ftate,
Το you Duke Humphry muft unload his
grief,

Your grief, the common grief of all the land.
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 fummer's parching heat,

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To conquer France, his true inheritance?
And did my brother Bedford toil his wits
To keep by policy what Henry got?
Have you yourselves, Somerfet, 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 fo 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 Highnefs in his infancy
Crowned in Paris, in defpight of foes?

And fhall thefe labours and these honours die!
Shall Henry's Conqueft, Bedford's vigilance,
Your deeds of war, and all our counfel die!
O peers of England, fhameful 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 paffionate difcourfe?

This peroration with fuch circumftances?
For France, 'tis ours; and we will keep it ftill.
Glo. Ay, uncle, we will keep it if we can ;

But now it is impoffible we should.

Suffolk, the new-made Duke that rules the roast,
Hath given the dutchy of Anjou and Maine
Unto the poor King Reignier, whose large flyle
Agrees not with the leanness of his purfe.

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 past 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:

Those

Those provinces thefe 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 ifle! 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 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 jest, and never heard before, That Suffolk fhould demand a whole fifteenth, For coft and charges in tranfporting her:

She fhould have flaid 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.
'Tis not my speeches that you do miflike,
But 'tis my prefence that doth trouble you.
Rancour will out, proud prelate; in thy face,
I fee thy fury: if I longer ftay,

We shall begin our ancient bickerings.
Lordings, farewel; and fay, when I am gone,
I prophefy'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. Confider, 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 eaft, There's reafon he fhould be difpleas'd at it. Look to it, lords, let not his smoothing words, Bewitch your hearts; be wife and circumfpect, What though the common people favour him,

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