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* Car. My lord of Gloster, now you grow too hot; * It was the pleasure of my lord the king.

* Glo. My lord of Winchester, I know your mind; « '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 see thy fury: If I longer stay, • We shall begin our ancient bickeringsLordings, farewell; and say, when I am gone, I prophesied-France will be lost ere long. [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. * 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 displeas'd 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, Calling him-Humphrey, the good duke of Gloster; Clapping their hands, and crying with a loud voice 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 oursovereign, * 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 hoist duke Humphrey from his seat.

* Car. This weighty business will not brook delay; * I'll to the duke of Suffolk presently. [Exita Som. Cousin of Buckingham, though Hum

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And greatness of his place be grief to us, * Yet let us watch the haughty cardinal; · His insolence is more intolerable * Than all the princes in the land beside ; • If Gloster be displac'd, he'll be protector.

Buck. Or thou, or I, Somerset will be protector, * Despight 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 Gloster 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 common-weal. Warwick, my son, the comfort of my age ! Thy deeds, thy plainness, and thy house-keeping, • 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; · Thy late exploits, done in the heart of France, · When thou wert regent for our sovereign,

Have made thee feard, and honour'd, of the people:--Join we together, for the publick good; . In what we can to bridle and

to bridle and suppress • 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, * And common profit of his country! * York. And so says York, for he hath greatest


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

the main. War. 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 * 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 makecheap pennyworths of their pillage, * And purchase friends, and give to courtezans, * Still revelling, like lords, till all be gone: * While as the silly owner of the goods * Weeps over them, and wrings his hapless hands, * And shakes his head, and trembling stands aloof, * While all his shar’d, and all is borne away: * Ready to starve, and dare not touch his own. * So York must sit, and fret, and bite his tongue, * 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. Anjou and Maine, both given unto the French! Cold news for me; for I had hope of France,

-the princes' heart of Calydon.] According to the fable, Meleager's life was to continue only so long as a certain firebrand should last. His mother Althea having thrown it into the fire, he expired in great torments.

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 Nevil's parts,
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 see to hit:
Nor shall proud Lancaster usurp my right,
Nor hold his sceptre in his childish fist,
Nor wear the diadem upon his head,
Whose church-like humours fit 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 ;
Till Henry, surfeiting in joys of love,
With his new bride, and England's dear-boughtqueen,
And Humphrey with the peers be falln at jars ;
Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose,
With whose sweet smell the air shall 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 pulld fair England down.



The same. A Room in the Duke of Gloster's House.

Enter GLOSTER and the Duchess. Duch. Why droops my lord, like over-ripen'd corn, Hanging the head at Ceres' plenteous load? * Why doth the great duke Humphrey knit his


* As frowning at the favours of the world? * Why are thine eyes fix'd to the sullen earth, * Gazing on that which seems to dim thy sight? What see'st thou there? king Henry's diadem,

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* Enchas'd with all the honours of the world? * If so, gaze on, and grovel on thy face, * Until thy head be circled with the same. • Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold:

What, is't too short? I'll lengthen it with mine: * And, having both together heav'd it up, * We'll both together lift our heads to heaven; * And never more abase our sight so low, * As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground. Glo, o Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost love thy

lord, ? Banish the canker of ambitious thoughts And may that thought, when I imagine ill Against my king and nephew, virtuous Henry, Be my last breathing in this mortal world ! My troublous dream this night doth make me sad. Ďuch. What dream'd my lord ? tell me, and I'll

requite it ? With the sweet rehearsal of my morning's dream. Glo. Methought, this staff, mine office-badge

in court, - Was broke in twain ; by whom, I have forgot, But, as I think, it was by the cardinal; And, on the pieces of the broken wand • Were plac'd the heads of Edmund duke of Somerset,

And William de la Poole first duke of Suffolk. « This was my dream; what it doth bode, God knows.

· Duch. Tut, this was nothing but an argument, That he that breaks a stick of Gloster's grove, Shall lose his head for his presumption.

But list to me, my Humphrey, my sweet duke: Methought, I sat in seat of majesty, In the cathedral church of Westminster, And in that chair where kings and queens are

crown'd; Where Henry, and dame Margaret, kneeld to me, ? And on my head did set the diadem. :

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