Bewitch your hearts, be wife and circumfpect. With, God preferve the good Duke Humphry! Buck. Why should he then protect our sovereign, And all together with the duke of Suffolk, We'll quickly hoise duke Humphry from his feat. I'll to the duke of Suffolk prefently. Som. Coufin of Buckingham, though Humphry's pride, And greatness of his place be grief to us, His infolence is more intolerable Than all the princes in the land befide: [Exit. [Exeunt Buckingham and Somerset. I never faw but Humphry duke of Glofter Warwick my fon, the comfort of my age! Thy deeds, thy plainnefs, and thy housekeeping, Have won the greatest favour of the commons, Thy late exploits done in the heart of France, Have made thee fear'd and honour'd of the people. War. So god help Warwick, as he loves the land, York. And fo fays York, for he hath greatest cause. Sal. Then let's make hafte, and look unto the main.* [Exeunt Warwick and Salisbury. York. Anjou and Maine are given to the French, Paris is loft, the ftate of Normandy Stands on a tickle point, now they are gone: The peers agreed, and Henry was well pleas'd To change two dukedoms for a duke's fair daughter. Still revelling, like lords, till all be gone: Weeps over them, and wrings his haplefs hands, As did the fatal brand Althea burnt, Anjou and Maine both given unto the French! ་ A day will come, when York shall claim his own; For that's the golden mark I seek to hit. Whofe church-like humour fits not for a crown. Till Henry furfeit in the 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 whose sweet smell the air fhall 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 The Duke of Gloucefter's house. Enter Duke Humphry, and his Wife Eleanor. Elean. W. Hanging the head with Ceres' plentcous load? HY droops my lord, like over-ripen'd corn Why doth the great duke Humphry knit his brows, As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground. Glou. O Nell, fweet Nell, if thou doft love thy lord, And may that thought, when I imagine ill Be my laft breathing in this mortal world! My troublous dreams this night do make me fad. Elean. What dream'd my lord? tell me, and I'll requite it With sweet rehearsal of my morning's dream. Glou. Methought, this ftaff, mine office-badge in court, Was broke in twain; by whom, I have forgot: But, as I think, it was by th' cardinal; And on the pieces of the broken wand Were plac'd the heads of Edmund duke of Somerset, And And William de la Pole firft duke of Suffolk. This was the dream; what it doth bode, god knows. But lift to me, my Humphry, my sweet duke: In the cathedral church of Westminster, And in that chair where kings and queens are crown'd; And on my head did set the diadem. Glou. Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright: Elean. What, what, my lord, are you so cholerick With Eleanor, for telling but her dream? Next time, I'll keep my dreams unto myself, And not be check'd. Glou. Nay, be not angry, I am pleas'd again. Enter Messenger. Mes. My lord protector, 'tis his highness' pleasure, You do prepare to ride unto faint Alban's, Whereas the king and queen do mean to hawk. Glou. I go. Come, Nell, thou too wilt ride with us? [Exit Gloucefter. Elean. Yes, my good lord, I'll follow presently. – Follow I muft, I cannot go before, While Glofter bears this base and humble mind. Were |