Hath given the duchy 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,

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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.

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Glou. A proper jest, and never heard before, That Suffolk should demand a whole fifteenth For costs and charges in transporting her!

She should have stayed in France and starved in France,
Before-

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Car. My lord of Gloucester, now ye grow too hot:

It was the pleasure of my lord the king.

Glou. My lord of Winchester, I know your mind;

'Tis not my speeches that you do mislike,
But 'tis my presence that doth trouble ye.
Rancour will out: proud prelate, in thy face
I see thy fury: if I longer stay,

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We shall begin our ancient bickerings.
Lordings, farewell; and say, when I am gone,
I prophesied France will be lost ere long.

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 displeased 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,

[Exit.

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Calling him 'Humphrey, the good Duke of Gloucester,'
Clapping their hands, and crying with loud voice,

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'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 he, then, protect our sovereign,

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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;

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If Gloucester be displaced, he'll be protector.

Buck. Or thou or I, Somerset, will be protector,

149. west] east Warburton.

163. all together] Rowe. altogether Ff.

164. hoise] hoyse Ff. heave (Qq). heist Theobald.

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Or thou or I, Somerset,] Or

Despite 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 Gloucester
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 himself
Unlike the ruler of a commonweal.
Warwick, my son, the comfort of my age,

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Thy deeds, thy plainness and thy housekeeping,

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,

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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 suppress

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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 help Warwick, as he loves the land,

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And common profit of his country!

York. [Aside] And so says York, for he hath greatest

Sal. Then let's make haste away, and look unto the

War.

main.

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

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Stands on a tickle point, now they are gone:

Suffolk concluded on the articles,

The peers agreed, and Henry was well pleased

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 pennyworths of their pillage
And purchase friends and give to courtezans,
Still revelling like lords till all be gone;

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While as the silly owner of the goods

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Weeps over them and wrings his hapless hands

And shakes his head and trembling stands aloof,
While all is shared and all is borne away,
Ready to starve and dare not touch his own:

So York must sit and fret and bite his tongue,

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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.

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Anjou and Maine both given unto the French!

Cold news for me, for I had hope of France,

Even as I have of fertile England's soil.

A day will come when York shall claim his own;

And therefore I will take the Nevils' parts

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And make a show of love to proud Duke Humphrey,

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 sceptre in his childish fist,
Nor wear the diadem upon his head,

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Whose church-like humours fits not for a crown.

Then, York, be still awhile, till time do serve:

Watch thou and wake when others be asleep,

To pry into the secrets of the state;

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Till Henry, surfeiting in joys of love,

With his new bride and England's dear-bought queen,

And Humphrey 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 perfumed;

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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.

SCENE II. The DUKE OF GLOUCESTER'S house.

Enter DUKE HUMPHREY and his wife ELEANOR. Duch. Why droops my lord, like over-ripen'd corn, Hanging the head at Ceres' plenteous load?

233. England's soil] England Anon. conj., from (Qq).

242. humours fits] (Qq) Ff. humour fits Rowe. humours fit Malone. 246. surfeiting in] surfeit in the Hanmer.

247. After this Capell conjectures

that a line is lost.

251. in] in in F1.

SCENE II. ] Capell. SCENE IV. Pope

om. Ff.

2.

The...house.] Theobald.
at] with Pope.