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Between our Sovereign and the French King, Charles, For eighteen months concluded by consent.

Glo. reads.] Imprimis, It is agreed between the French King, Charles, and William de la Pole Marquis of Suffolk, Ambassador for Henry King of England, that the Said Henry shall efpouse the Lady Margaret, daughter unto Reignier King of Naples, Sicilia, and Jerufalem, and crown her Queen of England, ere the thirtieth of May next ensuing.

Item. That the Dutchy of Anjou, and the County of Maine, shall be released and delivered to the King her father. [Lets fall the Paper

K. Henry. Uncle, how now? Glo. Pardon me, gracious Lord; Some sudden qualm hath ftruck me to the heart, And dimm'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 shall be released and delivered to the King her father, and she fent over of the King of England's own proper cost and charges, without having any dowry.

K. Henry. They please us well. Lord Marquis, kneel

you down;

We here create thee the first Duke of Suffolk,
And gird thee with the sword. Cousin of York,
We here discharge your Grace from being Regent
I'th' parts of France, till term of eighteen months
Be full expir'd. Thanks, uncle Winchester,

Glo'ster, York, Buckingham, and Somerset,

Salisbury and Warwick;

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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.

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[Exeunt King, Queen and Suffolk,

Manent the rest.

Glo. Brave Peers of England, pillars of the state,

To you Duke Humphry must unload his grief,
Your grief, the common grief of all the land.

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What! did my brother Henry spend his youth,
His valour, coin, and people in the wars? b
Did he so often lodge in open fieldy
In winter's cold, and summer's parching heat,
To conquer France, his true inheritance
And did my brother Bedford toil his wits 10
To keep by policy what Hery gothi
Have you yourselves, Somerset, 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 so long, fat in the council-house,
Early and late, debating to and fro
How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awes
And was his Highness in his infancy
Crowned in Paris, in despight of foes?
And shall these labours and these honours die!
Shall Henry's conquest, 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.

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Car. Nephew, what means this passionate discourse? This peroration with such circumstances?, For France, 'tis ours; and we will keep it ftill.

Glo. Ay, Uncle, we will keep it if we can

But now it is impossible we should.
Suffolk, the new-made Duke that rules the roast,
Hath giv'n the dutchy of Anjou and Maine
Unto the poor King Reignier, whose large stile
Agrees not with the leanness of his purse.

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Sal. Now, by the death of him who dy'd for all, These 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,

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My fword should shed hot blood, mine eyes no tears.
Anjou and Maine! myself did win them both:
Thofe 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 452
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 tranfporting, her:

She fhould have ftaid in France, and ftarv'd.in France,
Before

Car. My Lord of Glofter, now ye grow too hot:
It was the pleasure of my Lord the King.

Glo. My Lord of Winchefter, I know your mind.
'Tis not my fpeeches 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 fhall begin our ancient bickerings.
Lordings, farewel: and fay, when I am gone,
I prophefy'd, France will be loft 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.
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 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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[Exit.

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Calling him Humphry, the good Duke of Glo'ster,
Clapping their hands and crying with loud voice,
Jesu maintain your royal excellence !
With, God preserve the good Duke Humphry!
I fear me, Lords, for all this flattering gloss,
He will be found a dangerous protector.

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Buck. Why should he then protect our Sovereign,

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He being of age to govern of himself?
Coufin of Somerset, join you with me,
And all together with the Duke of Suffolk,
We'll quickly hoift Duke Humphry from his feat.

Car. This weighty business will not brook delay.

I'll to the Duke of Suffolk presently,

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[Exit.

Som. Coufin of Buckingham, though Humphry'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 Glo'ster be displac'd, he'll be protector.
Buck. Or Somerset, or I, will be protector,
Despight Duke Humphry or the Cardinal.

[Exeunt Buckingham and Somerfex.

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Sal. Pride went before, ambition follows him.
While these do labour for their own preferment,
Behoves it us to labour for the realnr.
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.

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Warwick, my fon, the comfort of my age!
Thy deeds, thy plainnefs, and thy house-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,

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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, a and the cardinal,
With Somerset'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 so says York, for he hath greatest cause.

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[Afide Sal. Then let's make haste, 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 last Main chance, father, you meant; but I meant Maine, Which I will win from France, or elfe be slain.

[Exeunt Warwick and Salisbury.

Manet York.

York. Anjou and Maine are given to the French; Paris is loft: 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 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 penn'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 shakes his head, and trembling stands aloof, While all is shar'd, and all is borne away; Ready to starve, and dares not touch his So York muft fit, and fret, and bite his tongue, While his own lands are bargain'd for, and fold, Methinks, the realms of England, France, and Ireland, Bear that proportion to my flesh and blood,

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