of Naples, Sicilia, and ferufalem; and crown her queen of England, ere the thirtieth of May next enfuing.

-Item,

That the dutchy of Anjou and the county of Maine, shall be releafed and delivered to the king her father.—

K. HEN. Uncle, how now?

GLO. Pardon me, gracious lord;

Some fudden qualm hath struck me at the heart, And dimm'd mine eyes, that I can read no further. K. HEN. Uncle of Winchester, I pray, read on. WIN. Item,—It is further agreed between them,—that the dutchies of Anjou and Maine fhall be releafed and delivered over to the king her father; and fhe fent over of the king of England's own proper coft and charges, without having dowry. K. HEN. They please us well.-Lord marquefs, kneel

down;

We here create thee the firft duke of Suffolk,

And girt the with the fword.

Coufin of York, we here difcharge your grace
From being regent in the parts of France,

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Till term of eighteen months be full expir'd. [ham, Thanks, uncle Winchester, Glofter, York, and BuckingSomerfet, Salisbury, and Warwick;

We thank you all for 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.

[Exeunt KING, QUEEN, and SUFFOLK.

GLO. Brave peers of England, pillars of the ftate,
To you duke Humphrey muft unload his grief,
Your grief, the common grief of all the land.
What! did

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,
To 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, Salisbury, and victorious Warwick,
Receiv'd deep fcars in France and Normandy?
Or hath mine uncle Beaufort, and myself,
With all the learned council of the realm,
Study'd fo long, fat in the council-house,
Early and late, debating to and fro

How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe?
And hath his highness in his infancy

Been crown'd in Paris, in despite of foes;

And shall these labours, and thefe honours, die?
Shall Henry's conqueft, Bedford's vigilance,
Your deeds of war, and all our counsel, die?
O peers 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 paffionate difcourfe?

This peroration with fuch circumstance?

For France, 'tis ours; and we will keep it still.
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 duchies of Anjou and Maine
Unto the poor king Reignier, whose large style
Agrees not with the leannefs 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,
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
And are the cities, that I got with wounds,

Deliver'd up again with peaceful words?
Mort Dieu!

conquer:

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 jeft, and never heard before,
That Suffolk fhould demand a whole fifteenth,
For cofts and charges in transporting her!

She should have ftaid in France, and starv'd in France, Before

CAR. My lord of Glofter, now you grow too hot; It was the pleasure of my lord the king.

GLO. My lord of Winchester, I know your
'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 fee thy fury if I longer stay,

We shall begin our ancient bickerings.-
Lordings, farewell; and fay, when I am gone,
I prophefy'd-France will be loft ere long.

mind;

[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 west,
There's reason he should be displeas'd at it.
Look to it, lords; let not his fmoothing words
Bewitch your hearts; be wife, and circumfpect.
What though the common people favour him,
Calling him-Humphrey, the good duke of Glofter ;
Clapping their hands, and crying with loud voice-
Jefu maintain your royal excellence!

With-God preferve the good duke Humphrey !
I fear me, lords, for all this flattering glofs,
He will be found a dangerous protector.

BUCK. Why should he then protect our fovereign,
He being of age to govern of himself?

Coufin of Somerfet, join you with me,

And altogether, with the duke of Suffolk,

We'll quickly hoise duke Humphrey from his feat.
CAR. This weighty business will not brook delay;
I'll to the duke of Suffolk prefently.

[Exit. SOM. Coufin of Buckingham, though Humphrey'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 befide;
If Glofter be displac'd, he'll be protector.

BUCK. Or thou, or I, Somerfet, will be protector,

Defpight duke Humphrey, 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 Humphrey duke of Gloster
Did bear him like a noble gentleman.

Oft have I seen the haughty cardinal—

More like a foldier, than a man o' the 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 plainness, and thy house-keeping,
Hath won the greateft favour of the commons,
Excepting none but good duke Humphrey.—
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 fovereign,
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 Suffolk, and the cardinal,

With Somerfet'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,
And common profit of his country!

YORK. And fo fays York, for he hath greatest cause. SAL. Then let's make hafte away, and look unto the

main.

WAR. Unto the main! O father, Maine is loft;