Henry ball efpouse the Lady Margaret, daughter unto Reignier, King of Naples, Sicilia, and Jerufalem, and crown ber Queen of England, ere the thirtieth of May next enfuing.

Item, That the Dutchy of Anjou, and the County of Maine, fhall be released and delivered to the King ber father. [Lets fall the paper.

K. Henry. Uncle, how now?

Glou. Pardon me, gracious Lord,

Some fudden 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.

Car. Item, That the Dutchies of Anjou and Maine fhall be releafed and delivered to the King her father, and she fent over of the King of England's own proper coft and charges, without having any dowry.

K. Henry. They please us well. Lord Marquifs, kneel you down;

We here create thee the firft Duke of Suffolk,
And gird thee with the fword. Coufin 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,
Glofter, York, Buckingham, and Somerset,
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,
SCENE II. Manent the reft.
Glou. Brave Peers of England, pillars of the ftate,
To you Duke Humphry muft unload his grief,
Your grief, the common grief of all the land.
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

And did my brother Bedford toil his wits
To keep by policy what Henry got?
Have you your felves, Somerfet, Buckingham,
Brave York and Salisbury, victorious Warwick,
Receiv'd deep fscars in France and Normandy?
Or hath mine uncle Beaufort and my felf,
With all the learned council of the realm,
Studied fo long, fat in the council-houfe,
Early and late, debating to and fro,

How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe ?
And was his Highness in his infancy
Crowned in Paris, in defpight of foes?

And fhall these labours and these honours die?
Shall Henry's conqueft, Bedford's vigilance,
Your deeds of war, and all our counsel die?
O Peers of England, fhameful is this league,
Fatal this marriage, cancelling your fame,
Blotting your names from books of memory,
Rafing the characters of your renown,
Defacing monuments of conquer'd France,
Undoing all, as all had never been.

Car. Nephew, what means this paffionate discourse? This peroration with fuch circumstances?

For France, 'tis ours; and we will keep it still.

Glou. Ay, uncle, we will keep it if we can;

But now it is impoffible we fhould.

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 ftyle
Agrees not with the leannefs of his purse.

Sal. Now by the death of him who dy'd for all,
Thefe 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,
My fword should fhed hot blood, mine eyes no tears.
Anjou and Maine! my felf did win them both:
Thofe provinces thefe arms of mine did conquer.
And are the cities that I got with wounds,

Delivered

Delivered up again with peaceful words ?*
York. 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.
Glou. A proper jeft, and never heard before,
That Suffolk fhould demand a whole fifteenth,
For coft and charges in tranfporting her:

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

Car. My Lord of Glofter, 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 fpeeches that you do miflike,
But 'tis my prefence that doth trouble you.
Rancour will out, proud Prelate; in thy face
1 fee thy fury: if I longer ftay,

We shall 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 fmoothing words
Bewitch your hearts, be wife and cireumspect.
What though the common people favour him,
Calling him Humphry, the good Duke of Glo'fter,
Clapping their hands and crying with loud voice,
peaceful words?

Tork. For Sufelk's Duke, may he be fuffocate,
That dims the honour of this warlike ifle:
France should, &'c.

[Exit

Jefu maintain your Royal Excellence,

With, God preferve the good Duke Humphry?
I fear me, Lords, for all this flattering gloss,
He will be found a dangerous Protector.

Buck, Why fhould he then protect our Sovereign,
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 hoife Duke Humphry from his feat.
Car. This weighty business will not brook delay.
I'll to the Duke of Suffolk presently.

[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 Glofter be difplac'd, he'll be Protector.
Buck. Or Somerfet or I will be Protector,
Despight Duke Humphry, or the Cardinal.

[Exeunt Buckingham and Somerfet.
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 Humphry Duke of Glofter
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.
Warwick my fon, the comfort of my age!
Thy deeds, thy plainness, and thy house-keeping,
Have won the greateft favour of the Commons,
Excepting none but good Duke Humphry.
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 fear'd and honour'd of the people.
Join we together for the publick good,

In

In what we can to bridle and fupprefs
The pride of Suffolk, 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 fo fays York, for he hath greatest cause. Sal. Then let's make hafte, and look to the main. * [Exeunt Warwick and Salisbury.

SCENE III. Manet York,

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:
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 thakes his head, and trembling stands aloof,
While all is fhar'd, and all is born away;
Ready to ftarve, and dares not touch his own.
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,
As did the fatal brand Althea burnt,

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,

---- 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 laft: Main-chance, father, you meant, but I meant Maine, Which I will win from France, or elfe be flain.