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By our proceeding in hostility :

Because he is near kinsman unto Charles. And therefore take this compact of a truce,

Exe. Beside, his wealth doth warrant liberal dower; Although you break it when your pleasure serves. While Reignier sooner will receive, than give.

[ Aside to Charles. Suf. A dower, my lords ! disgrace not so your king, H’ar. How say'st thou, Charles ? shall our condi- That he should be so abject, base, and poor, tion stand?

To choose for wealth, and not for perfect love. Char. It shall:

Henry is able to enrich his queen, Only reserv’d, you claim no interest

And not to seek a queen to make him rich:
In any of our towns of garrison.

So worthless peasants bargain for their wives,
York. Then swear allegiance to his majesty; As market-man for oxen, sheep, or horse.
As thou art knight, never to disobey,

Marriage is a matter of more worth,
Nor be rebellious to the crown of England, Than to be dealt in by attorneyship;
Thou, nor thy nobles, to the crown of England.- Not whom we will, but whom his grace affects,

(Charles, and the rest, give tokens of fealty. Must be companion of his nuptial bed : So, now dismiss your army when ye please; And therefore, lords, since he affects her most, Hang up your ensigns, let your drums be still, It most of all these reasons bindeth us, For here we entertain a solemn peace. (Exeunt. In our opinions she should be preferr'd.

For what is wedlock forced, but a hell, SCENE V. - London. A room in the palace. An age of discord and continual strife? Enter King Henry, in conference with SUFFOLK; GLO- Whereas the contrary bringeth forth bliss, ster und Exeter following:

And is a pattern of celestial peace. K.Hen. Your wond'rous rare description, noble earl, Whom should we match, with Henry, being a king, Of beauteous Margaret hath astonish'd me: But Margaret, that is daughter to a king? Her virtues, graced with external gifts,

Her peerless feature, joined with her birth, Do breed love's settled passions in my heart: Approves her fit for none, but for a king: And like as rigour in tempestuous gusts

Her valiant courage, and undaunted spirit, Provokes the mightiest hulk against the tide; (More than in women commonly is seen,) So am I driven, by breath of her renown,

Will answer our hope in issue of a king; Either to suffer shipwreck, or arrive

For Henry, son unto a conqueror, Where I may have fruition of her love.

Is likely to beget more conquerors, Suf. Tush! my good lord ! this superficial tale If with a lady of so high resolve, Is but a preface of her worthy praise:

As is fair Margaret, he be link'd in love. The chief perfections of that lovely dame, Then yield, my lords; and here conclude with me, (Had I sufficient skill to utter them,)

That Margaret shall be queen, and none but she. Would make a volume of enticing lines,

K. Hen. Whether it be through force of your report, Able to ravish any dull conceit.

My noble lord of Suffolk; or for that And, which is more, she is not so divine,

My tender youth was never yet attaint So full replete with choice of all delights, With any passion of inflaming love, But, with as humble lowliness of mind,

I cannot tell; but this I am assur'd, She is content to be at your command;

I feel such sharp dissension in my breast, Command, I mean, of virtuous chaste intents, Such fierce alarums both of hope and fear, To love and honour Henry as her lord.

As I am sick with working of my thoughts. K. Hen. And otherwise will Henry ne'er presume. Take, therefore, shipping; post, my lord, to France; Therefore, my lord protector, give consent, Agree to any covenants : and procure That Margaret may be England's royal queen. That lady Margaret do vouchsafe to come

Glo. So should I give consent to flatter sin. To cross the seas to England, and be crown'd
You know, my lord, your highness is betroth'd King Henry's faithful and anointed queen:
Unto another lady of esteem ;

For your expences and sufficient charge,
How shall we then dispense with that contract, Among the people gather up a tenth.
And not deface your honour with reproach? Be

goue, I say ; for, till you do return, Suf. As doth a ruler with nnlawful oaths; I rest perplexed with a thousand cares.Or one, that, at a triumph having vow'd

And you, good uncle, banish all offence:
To try his strength, forsaketh yet the lists


do censure me by what you were, By reason of his adversary's odds:

Not what you are, I know it will excuse A poor earl's daughter is unequal odds,

This sudden execution of my will. And therefore may be broke without offence. And so conduct me, where from company, Glo. Why, what, I pray, is Magaret more than that? I may revolve and ruminate my grief. (Exit, Her father is no better than an earl,

Glo. Ay, grief, I fear me, both at first and last. Although in glorious titles he excel.

(Exeunt Gloster and Exeter. Suf. Yes, my good lord, her father is a king, Suf. Thus Suffolk hath prevailid : and thus he goes, The king of Naples, and Jerusalem;

As did the youthful Paris once to Greece; And of such great authority in France,

With hope to find the like event in love, As his alliance will confirm our peace,

But prosper better than the Trojan did. And keep the Frenchmen in allegiance.

Margaret shall now be queen, and rule the king; Glo. And so the earl of Armagnac may do, But I will rule both her, the king, and realm. (Exit, PART II.

Persons of the Dra m a. King Henry the Sixth.

Two Gentlemen, prisoners with SUFFOLK. HumpukEY, duke of Gloster, his uncle.

A Jerald. Vaux. Cardinal Beaufort, bishop of Winchester, great Hume and SOUTHWELL, two priests. uncle to the king.

BolixGBROKE, a conjurer. À Spirit raised by him. Richard PLANTAGENet, duke of York.

Thomas Horner, an armourer. Peter, his man. Edward und Richard, his sons.

Clerk of Chatham. Mayor of Saint Alban's. Duke of Somerset,

SIMPcox, an impostor. Two Murderers. Duke of SUFFOLK,

(Jack Cade, a rebel: Duke of Buckingham, of the king's party. George, Joux, Dick, Suith the Weaver, MICHAEL, Lord CliffORD,

etc. his followers. Young Clifford, his son,

Alexander Sver, a Kentish gentleman. Earl of Salisbeck; } of the York faction.

MARGARET, queen to king Henry.

ELEANOR, duchess of Gloster.
Lord Scales, governor of the Tower. Lord Say. Margery Jourdain, a witch. Wife to Simpcox.
Sir HUMPHREY STAFFORD, and his Brother.

Lords, Ladies, and Attendants, Petitioners, AlderSir JOHN STANLEY.

men, a Beudle, Sherill, and officers; Citizens, A Sea-Captain, Master, and Master's Mate, and Prentices, Falconers, Guards, Soldiers, MesWALTER WHITuore.

sengers, etc.
Scene, — dispersedly in various parts of England.

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Lords, with one cheerful voice welcome my love.

All. Long live queen Margaret, England's happiness! SCENE I. - London. A room of state in the palace. (. Mar. We thank you all.

(Flourish. Flourish of trumpets: then hautboys. Enter, on one Suf. My lord protector, so it please your grace, side, King HENRY, Duke of Glosten, SALISBURY, Here are the articles of contracted peace, Warwick, and Cardinal Beaufort; on the other, Between our sovereign and the French king Charles, Queen MARGARET, led in by SUFFOLK; YORK, So- For eighteen months concluded by consent. MERSET, BUCKINGHAM, and Others, following: Clo. (Reads.] Imprimis , It is agreed between the Suf. As by your high imperial majesty

French king, Charles, and William de la Poole, I had in charge at my depart for France,

marquess of Suffolk, ambassador for Henry king of As procurator to your excellence,

England, - that the said Henry shall

espouse To marry princess Margaret for your grace; lady Margaret,daughter unto Reignier king of NapSo, in the famous ancient city, Tours,

les, Sicilia, and Jerusalem; and crown her queen In presence of the kings of France and Sicil, of England, ere the thirtieth of Muy next ensuing. The dukes of Orleans,Calaber, Bretaigne and Alençon, Item, -That the dutchy of Anjou and the county Seven earls, twelve barons, twenty reverend bishops,- of Maine, shall be released and delivered to the king I have perform’d my task, and was espous'd: her fatherAnd humbly now upon my bended knee,

K. Hen. Uncle, how now? In sight of England and her lordly peers,

Glo. Pardon me, gracious lord ; Deliver up my title in the queen

Some sudden qualm hath struck me at the heart, To your most gracious hands, that are the substance and dimm'd mine eyes, that I can read no further. Of that great shadow I did represent;

K. Hen. Uncle of Winchester, I pray, read on! The happiest gift, that ever marquess gave,

Win. Item.

- It is further agreed between them, The fairest queen that ever king receiv'd.

that the dutchies of Anjou and Maine shall be K. Ilen. Suffolk, arise! — Welcome, queen Margaret! released and delivered over to the king her father; I can express no kinder sign of love,

and she sent over of the king of England's own Than this kind kiss. O Lord, that lends me life, proper cost and charges, withoui having dowry. Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness! K. Hen. They please us well.-Lord marquess, kneel For thou hast given me in this beauteous face,

dowu; A world of earthly blessings to my soul,

We here create thee the first duke of Suffolk,
If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.

And girt thee with the sword.
Q: Mar. Great king of Englaud, and my gracious Cousin of York, we here discharge your grace

From being regent in the parts of France,
The mutual conference that my mind hath had- Till term of eighteen mouths be full expir’d.-
By day, by night; waking, and in my


Thanks, uncle Winchester, Gloster, York, and BuckIn courtly company, or at my beads,

ingham, With you mine alder-liefest sovereign,

Somerset, Salisbury, and Warwick ;
Makes me the bolder to salute my king

We thank you all for this great favour done,
With ruder terms; such as my wit affords, In entertainment to my princely queen.
And over-joy of heart doth minister.

Come, let us in ; and with all speed provide
K.llen. Hier sight did ravish: but her grace in speech, To see her coronation be perform’d.
Her words y-clad with wisdom's majesty,

Exeunt King, Queen, and Suffolk.
Makes me, from wondering, fall to weeping joys; Glo. Brave peers of England, pillars of the state,
Such is the fulness of my heart's content.-- To you duke Humphrey must unload his grief,


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Your grief, the common grief of all the land. And no great friend, I fear me, to the king.
What! did


brother Henry spend his youth, Consider, lords, he is the next of blood,
His valour, coin, and people, in the wars?

And heir apparent to the English crown;
Did he so often lodge in open field,

Had Henry got an empire by his marriage,
In winter's cold, and summer's parching heat, And all the wealthy kingdoms of the west,
To conquer France, his true inheritance ?

There's reason he should be displeas'd at it.
And did my brother Bedford toil his wits,

Look to it, lords; let not his smoothing words To keep by policy what Henry got?

Bewitch your hearts; be wise, and circumspect.
Have you yourselves, Somerset, Buckingham, What though the common people favour liim,
Brave York, Salisbury, and victorious Warwick, Calling him-Humphrey, the good duke of Gloster;
Receiv'd deep scars in France and Normandy? Clapping their hands, and crying with loud voice-
Or hath my uncle Beaufort, and myself,

Jesu maintain your royal excellence!
With all the learned council of the realm, With-God preserve the good duke Tłumphrey!
Studied so long, sat in the council-house,

I fear me, lords, for all this flattering gloss,
Early and late, debating to and fro

He will be found a dangerous protector.
How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe? Buck. Why should he then protect our sovereign,
And hath his highness in his infancy

He being of age to govern of himself? -
Been crown'd in Paris, in despite of foes?

Cousin of Somerset, join yon with me,
And shall these labours, and these honours, die? And all together-with the duke of Suffolk,-
Shall Henry's conquest, Bedford's vigilance, We'll quickly hoise duke Humphrey from his seat.
Your deeds of war, and all our counsel, die? Car. This weighty business will not brook delay;
O peers of England, shameful is this league! I'll to the duke of Suffolk presently. (Exit.
Fatal this marriage, cancelling your fame :

Som. Cousin of Buckingham, tlough Humphrey's
Blotting your names from books of memory;

Razing the characters of your renown:

And greatness of his place be grief to us,
Defacing moduments of conquer'd France;

Yet let us watch the haughty cardinal ;
Undoing all, as all had never been!

His insolence is more intolerable,
Car. Nephew, what means this passionate discourse? Than all the princes in the land beside;
This peroration with such circumstance ?

If Gloster be displac’d, he'll be protector.
For France, 'tis ours; and we will keep it still. Buck. Or thou, or I, Somerset, will be protector,

Glo. Ay, uncle, we will keep it, if we can; Despight duke Humphrey, or the cardinal.
But now it is impossible we should:

[Exeunt Buckingham' and Somerset.
Suffolk, the new-made duke, that rules the roast, Sal. Pride went before, ambition follows him.
Hath given the dutchies of Anjou and Maine While these do labour for their own preferment,
Unto the poor king Reignier, whose large style Behoves it us to labour for the realın.
Agrees not with the learness of his purse.

I never saw but Humphrey duke of Gloster
Sal. Now, by the death of him that died for all, Did bear him like a noble gentleman.
Tijese counties were the keys of Normandy:- Oft have I seen the haughty cardinal-
But wherefore weeps Warwick, my valiant son? More like a soldier, than a man o'the church,

War. For grief, that they are past recovery: As stout, and proud, as he were lord of all, -
For, were there hope to conquer them again, Swear like a ruffian, and demean himself
My sword should shed hot blood, mine eyes no tears. Unlike the ruler of a common-weal.-
Anjou and Maine! myself did win them both; Warwick, my son, the comfort of my age!
Those provinces these arms of mine did conquer: Thy deeds, thy plainness, and thy house-keeping,
And are the cities, that I got with wounds, Hath won the greatest favour of the commons,
Deliver'd up again with peaceful words?

Excepting none but good duke Humphrey.-
Mort Dieu !

And, brother York, thy acts in Ireland,
York. For Soffolk's doke-may he be suffocate, In bringing them to civil discipline;
That dims the honour of this warlike isle!

Thy late exploits, done in the heart of France,
France should have torn and rent my very heart, When thou wert regent for our sovereign,
Before I would have yielded to this league.

Have made thee fear'd, and honour'd, of the people :-
I never read but England's kings have had Join we together, for the public good;
Large sims of gold, and dowries, with their wives : In what we can to bridle and suppress
And our king Henry gives away his own,

The pride of Suffolk, and the cardinal,
To match with her that brings no vantages. With Somersets and Buckingham's ambition ;
Glo. A proper jest, and never heard before, And, as we may, cherish duke Humphrey's deeds,
That Suffolk should demand a whole fifteenth, While they do tend the profit of the land.
For costs and charges in transporting her:

War. So God help Warwick, as he loves the land,
She should have staid in France, and starv'd in France, And common profit of his country!

York. And so says York, for he hath greatest cause.
Car. My lord of Gloster, now you grow too hot; Sal. Then let's make haste away, and look unto the
It was the pleasure of my lord the king.

Glo. My lord of Winchester, I know your mind: War. Unto the main! O father, Maine is lost;
'Tis not my speeches, that you do mislike; That Maine, which by main force Warwick did win,
But 'tis my presence, that doth trouble yon. And would have kept, so long as breath did last:
Rancour will out. Proud prelate, in thy face Main chance, father, you meant; but I meant Maine,
I see thy fury: if I longer stay,

Which I will win from France, or else be slain.
We shall begin our ancient bickerings. -

{Exeunt Warwick and Salisbury.
Lordings, farewell; and say, when I am gone, York. Anjou and Maine are given to the French;
I prophesied --France will be lost erc long. (Exit. Paris is lost; the state of Normandy
Car. So, there goes our protector in a rage.

Stands on a tickle point, now they are gone:
'Tis known to you, he is mine enemy:

Suffolk concluded on the articles ;
Nay, more, an enemy unto you all;

The peers agreed : and Henry was well pleas'd,

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To change two dakedoms for a duke's fair daughter. But, as I think, it was by the cardinal;
I cannot blame them all; what is't to them? And on the pieces of the broken wand
'Tis thine they give away, and not their own. Were plac'd the heads of Edmund duke of Somerset,
Pirates may make cheap pennyworths of their pillage, And William de la Poole first duke of Suffolk.
And purchase friends, and give to courtezans, This was my dream; what it doth bode, God knows.
Still revelling, like lords, till all be gone :

Duch. Tut, this was nothing but an argument, While as the silly owner of the goods

That he, that breaks a stick of Gloster's grove, Weeps over them, and wrings his hapless hands, Shall lose his head for his presumption. And shakes his head, and trembling stands aloof, But list to me, my Humphrey, my sweet duke: While all is shar'd, and all is borpe away; Methonght, I sat in seat of majesty, Ready to starve, and dare not touch his own. In the cathedral church of Westminster, So York must sit, and fret, and bite his tongue, And in that chair where kings and queens are crown'd; While his own lands are bargain'd for, and sold. Where Henry, and dame Margaret, kneeld to me, Methinks, the realms of England, France, and Ireland, And on my head did set the diadem. Bear that proportion to my flesh and blood, Glo. Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright: As did the fatal brand Althea burn'd,

Presumptuons dame, ill-nurtur'd Eleanor ! Unto the prince's heart of Calydon.

Art thou not second woman in the realm;
Anjou and Maine, both given unto the French? And the protector's wife, belov'd of him?
Cold news for me; for I had hope of France, Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command,
Even as I have of fertile England's soil.

Above the reach or compass of thy thought?
A day will come, when York shall claim his own : And wilt thou still be hammering treachery
And therefore I will take the Nevils' parts, To tumble down thy husband, and thyself,
And make a show of love to proud duke Humphrey, From top of honour to disgrace's feet?
And, when I spy advantage, claim the crown, Away from me, and let me hear no more!
For that's the golden mark I seek to hit:

Duch. What, what, my lord, are you so choleric
Nor shall proud Lancaster usurp my right, With Eleanor, for telling but her dream?
Nor hold his sceptre in his childish list,

Next time, I'll keep my dreams anto myself,
Nor wear the diadem upon his head,

And not be check'd,
Whose church-like humours fit not for a crown. Glo. Nay, be not angry, I am pleas'd again.
Then, York, be still awhile, till time do serve:

Enter a Messenger,
Watch thou, and wake, when others be asleep, Mess. My lord protector, 'tis his highness pleasure,
To pry into the secrets of the state;

You do prepare to ride onto Saint Albans, Till Henry, surfeiting in joys of love,

Whereas the king and queen do mean to hawk. With his new bride, and England's dear-bonght queen, Clo. I go.-- Come, Nell

, thou wilt ride with us? And Humphrey with the peers be fall’n at jars : Duch. Yes, good my lord. I'll follow presently. Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose,

{E.reunt Gloster and Messenger. With whose sweet smell the air shall be perfum'd; Follow I must, I cannot go before, And in my standard bear the arms of York, While Gloster bears this base and humble mind. To grapple with the house of Lancaster;

Were I a man, a duke, and next of blood, And, force perforce, I'll make him yield the crown, I would remove these tedious stumbling-blocks, Whose bookish rule hath pull'd fair England down. And smooth my way upon their headless necks :

(Exit. And, being a woman, I will not be slack
The same.

A room in the Duke of To play my part in fortune's pageant.
Gloster's house.

Where are you there? Sir John ! nay, fear not, man,
Enter Gloster and the Duchess.

We are alone; here's none but thee, and I. Duch. Why droops my lord, like over-ripeu'd corn,

Enter HUME. Hanging the head at Geres' plenteous load? Hume. Jesu preserve your royal majesty Why doth the great duke Humphrey knit his brows, Duch. What say'st thou, majesty! I am bat grace As frowning at the favours of the world?

Hume. But, by the grace of God, and Hume's advice, Why are thine eyes fix'd to the sullen earth, Your grace's title shall be multiplied. Gazing on that which seems to dim thy sight? Duch. What say'st thou, man? hast thou as yet What sec'st thou there? King Henry's diadem,

conferr'd Enchas'd with all the honours of the world? With Margery Jourdain, the cunning witch; If so, gaze on, and grovel on thy face,

And Roger Bolingbroke, the conjurer? Until thy head be circled with the same.

And will they undertake to do me good? Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold: Hume. This they have promised,

to show your What, is't too short? I'll lengthen it with mine: highness And, having both together heav'd it up,

A spirit, rais'd from depth of under ground, We'll both together list our heads to heaven; That shall make answer to such questions, And never more abase our sight so low,

As by your grace shall be propounded him. As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground.

Duch. It is enough: I'll think upon the questions: Glo. O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost love thy lord, When from Saint Ålbans we do make return, Banish the canker of ambitious thoughts : , We'll see these things efl'ected to the full. And may that thought, when I imagine ill

Here, Hume, take this reward; make merry, man, Against my king and nephew, virtuous Henry, With thy confederates in this weighty cause. Be my last breathing in this mortal world! My troublons dream this night doth make me sad. Hume. Hame must make merry with the duchess' Duch. What dream'd my lord ? tell me, and I'll gold; requite it

Marry, and shall. But how row, sir John Hume? With sweet rehearsal of my morning's dream.

Seal up your lips, Glo. Methought, this staif, miqe office-badge in the business asketh silent secrecy. court,

Dame Eleanor gives gold, to bring the witch: Was broke in twain; by whom, I have forgot, Gold cannot come amiss,' were she a devil.

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give no words but-mum!

Yet have I gold, flies from another coast :

But all his mind is bent to holiness, I dare not say, from the rich cardinal,

To number Ave-Maries on his beads : And from the great and new-made duke of Suffolk; His champions are—the prophets and apostles ; Yet I do find it so: for, to be plain,

His weapons, holy saws of sacred writ; They, knowing dame Eleanor's aspiring humour, Ilis study is his tilt-yard, and his loves Have hired me to undermine the duchess,

Are brazen images of canoniz'd saints. And buz these conjurations in her brain.

I would the college of cardinals
They say, a crafty knave does need no broker; Would choose him pope, and carry him to Rome,
Yet am I Suffolk and the cardinal's broker.

And set the triple crown upon his head;
Hume, if you take not heed, you shall go near That were a state fit for his holiness.
To call them both-a pair of crafty knaves. Suf. Madam, be patient: as I was cause
Well, so it stands : and thus, I fear, at last, Your highness came to England, so will I
Hume's knavery will be the duchess' wreck; In England work your grace's fall content.
And her attainture will be Humphrey's fall:

Q. Mar. Beside the haught protector, have we Beau-
Sort how it will, I shall have gold for all. [Erit. fort,
SCENE III. The same. A room in the palace. The imperious churchman; Somerset, Buckingham,

Enter Peter and Others, with petitions. And grumbling York: and not the least of these, 1 Pet. My masters, let's stand close; my lord pro-But can do more in England than the king. tector will come this way by and by, and then we Suf. And he of these, that can do most of all, may deliver our supplications in the quill.

Cannot do more in England than the Nevils : 2 Pet. Marry, the Lord protect him, for he is a Salisbury, and Warwick, re no simple peers. good man! Jesu bless him!

Q. Mar. Not all these lords do vex me half so much, Enter SUFFOLK and Queen MARGARET. As that proud dame, the lord protector's wife. 1 Pet. Here 'a comes, methinks, and the queen She sweeps it through the court with troops of ladies, with him : I'll be the first, sure.

More like an empress than duke llumphrey's wife; 2 Pet. Come back, fool; this is the duke of Suf- Strangers in court do take her for the queen: folk, and not my lord protector.

She bears a duke's resenues on her back,
Suf. How now, fellow? would'st any thing with me? And in her heart she scorns her poverty:
1 Pet. I pray, my lord, pardon me! I took ye for Shall I not live to be aveng'd on her?
my lord protector.

Contemptuous base-born callat as she is,
Q. Mar. [Reading the superscription.) To my lord She vaunted ’mongst her minions t'other day,
protector! are your supplications to his lordship? The very train of her worst wearing gown
Let me see them: what is thine?

Was better worth than all my father's lands, 1 Pet. Mine is, an't please your grace, against John Till Suffolk gave two dukedoms for his daughter. Goodman, my lord cardinal's man, for keeping my Suf. Madam, myself have lim'd a bush for her; house, and lands, and wife and all, from me. And plac'd a quire of such enticing birds,

Suf. Thy wife too? that is some wrons, indeed. That she will light to listen to their lays,
What's yours? - What's here! (Reads. Against And never mount to trouble you again.
the duke of Suffolk, for enclosing the commons of So, let her rest: and, madam, list to me;
Melford. How now, sir knave?

For I am bold to counsel you in this. 2 Pet. Alas, sir, I am but a poor petitioner of our Although we fancy not the cardinal, whole township.

Yet must we join with him, and with the lords, Peter. (Presenting his petition.) Against my ma-Till we have brought duke Humphrey in disgrace. ster, Thomas Horner, for saying that the duke of As for the duke of York,--this late complaint York was rightful heir to the crown.

Will make but little for his benefit: Q. Mar. What say’st thou? Did the duke of York So, one by one, we'll weed them all at last, say, he was rightful heir to the crown?

And you yourself shall steer the happy helm. Peter. That my master was? No, forsooth: my ma- Enter King Henry, York, and Somerset, conversster said , That he was; and that the king was an ing with him; Duke and Duchess of Gloster, usurper.

Cardinal BEAUFORT, Buckingham, SALISBURY, and Suf. Who is there? (Enter Servants.]-Take this

WARWICK fellow in, and send for his master with a pursui- K. Hen. For my part, noble lords, I care not which; vant presently:

we'll hear more of your matter Or Somerset, or York, all's one to me. before the king.

(Exeunt Servants, with Peter. York. If York have ill demean’d himself in France, Q. Mar. And as for you,

that love to be protected Then let him be denay'd the regentship. Under the wings of our protector's grace,

Som. If Somerset be unworthy of the place, Begin your suits anew, and sue to him.

Let York be regent, I will yield to him.

(Tears the petition. War. Whether your grace be worthy, yea, or no, Away, base cullions !-Suffolk, let them go. Dispute not that: York is the worthier. Ali. Come, let's be gone.

(Exeunt Petitioners. Car. Ambitious Warwick, let thy betters speak. Q. Mar. My lord of Suffolk, say, is this the guise, War. The cardinal's not my better in the field. Is this the fashion in the court of England ? Buck. All in this presence are thy betters, Warwick. Is this the government of Britain's isle,

War. Warwick may live to be the best of all. And this the royalty of Albion's king?

Sal.' Peace, son;

and show some reason, BuckingWhat, shall king Henry be a pupil still,

ham, Under the surly Gloster's governance ?

Why Somerset should be preferr'd in this. Am I a queen in title and in style,

Q. Mar. Because the king, forsooth, will have it so. And must be made a subject to a duke?

Glo. Madam, the king is old enough himself I tell thee, Poole, when in the city Tours

To give his censure: these are no women's matters. Thou ran'st a tilt in honour of my love,

Q. Mar. If he be old enough, what needs your grace And stol'st away the ladies' hearts of France; To be protector of his excellence ? I thought king Henry had resembled thee,

Glo. Madam, I am protector of the realm ; In courage, courtship, and proportion .

And, at his pleasure, will resign my place.

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