To conquer France, his true inheritance?
And did my brother Bedford toil his wits
To keep by policy what Henry got?

Have you yourfelves, Somerfet, Buckingham,
Brave York, and Salisbury, victorious Warwick,..
Receiv'd deep fcars in France and Normandy?
Or hath mine uncle Beauford, and myfelf,
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 these 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 dif
This peroration with fuch circumftances? [course,
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 fhould.

Suffolk, the new-made Duke that rules the roast,.
Hath giv'n the duchy of Anjou and Maine
Unto the poor King Reignier, whofe large ftyle:
Agrees not with the leannefs 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! myself did win them both, Those provinces thefe arms of mine did conquer. And are the cities that I got with wounds Deliver'd up again with peaceful words?

York. For Suffolk's Duke, may he be fuffocate,

That dims the honour of this warlike ifle!
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 ftaid in France, and ftarv'd in
Before-
[France,
Car. My Lord of Glo'ster, now ye grow too hots
It was the pleature of my Lord the King.

Glo. My Lord of Winchester, I know your mind.
'Tis not my fpeeches that you do mislike,
But 'tis my prefence that doth trouble you.
Rancour will out. Proud prelate, in thy face
I fee thy fury; if I longer stay,

We fhall begin our ancient bickerings.
Lordings, farewell; and fay, when I am gone,
I prophefy'd France will be loft ere long. [Exi
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 Weft,
There's reafon he fhould be difpleafed at it.
Look to it, Lords, let not his fimoothing words
Bewitch your hearts; be wife and circumfpect.
What though the common people favour him,
Calling him Humphry, the good Duke of Glo'fter,
Clapping their hands and crying with loud voice,
Felu maintain your royal Excellence!

With, God preferve the good Duke Humphry!
I fear me, Lords, for all this flattering glofs,
He will be found a dangerous Protector.

Buck. Why fhould he then protect our Sovereign, He being of age to govern of himself?

Coufin of Somerfet, join you with me,

And all together with the Duke of Suffolk,
We'll quickly hoift Duke Humphry from his feat.
Car. This weighty bufinefs will not brook delay.
I'll to the Duke of Suffolk prefently. [Exit.
Som. Coufin of Buckingham, though Humphry's
And greatnefs of his place be grief to us, [pride,.
Yet let us watch the haughty Cardinal:

His infolence is more intolerable

Than all the princes in the land beside.
If Glo'fter be difplac'd, he'll be protector.
Buck. Or Somerfet, or I, will be protector,
Delpight Duke Humphry or the Cardinal.

[Exeunt Buckingham and Somerset.
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'ster
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 difcipline,

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 public good,

In what we can to bridle and fupprefs
The pride of Suffolk, and the Cardinal,
With Somerfet'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 fays York, for he hath greateft

caufe.

[Afide. Sal. Then let's make hafte, and look unto the

main.

War. Unto the main? Oh father, Maine is loft; That Maine which by main force Warwick did win, And would have kept fo long as breath did laft: Main chance, father, you meant; but I meant Maine,

Which I will win from France, or elfe be flain. [Ex. Warwick and Salisbury,

York. Anjou and Maine are given to the French; Paris is lott; 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
Tochange 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 pen'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 thakes his head, and trembling stands aloof,,
While all is fhar'd, and all is borne away,
Ready to ftarve, 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 Ire
Bear that proportion to my flesh and blood, [land
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 foil.

A day will come when York fhall claim his own
And therefore I will take the Nevils' parts,,

And make a fhew of love to proud Duke Humphry;
And, when I fpy advantage, claim the crown,
For that's the golden mark I feek to hit..
Nor fhall proud Lancaster ufurp my right,
Nor hold the feepter in his childish fist,
Nor wear the diadem upon his head,

Whofe church-like humour fits not for a crown..
Then, York, be still a while, till time do ferve;.
Watch thou, and wake when others be asleep,
To pry into the fecrets of the state;
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 raise aloft the milk-white rofe,
With whofe fweet fmell the air fhall be perfum❜d;
And in my ftandard bear the arms of York,
To grapple with the houfe of Lancaster;

And, force perforce, I'll make him yield the crown, Whofe bookish rule hath pull'd fair England down. [Exit York.

SCENE IV.

Changes to the Duke of Gloucefter's Houfe..
Enter Duke Humphry, with his wife Eleanor.
Elean. Why 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 fix'd to the fullen earth,
Gazing at that which seems 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,
Until thy head be circled with the fame:

Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold.-
What! is't too fhort? I'll lengthen it with mine.
And, having both together heav'd it up,
We'll both together lift our heads to heav'n;
And never more abafe our fight fo low,

As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground,