War. So God help Warwick, as he loves the land, And common profit of his country! York. And fo fays York, for he hath greateft caufe. [Afide. Sal. Then let's make hafte, 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, so long as breath did laft: Main chance, father, you meant; but I meant Maine, Which I will win from France, or else be slain. [Ex. Warwick and Salisbury. SCENE III. Manet York. York. Anjou and Maine are given to the French; Stands on a tickle point, now they are gone: The peers agreed, and Henry was well pleas'd Weeps over them, and wrings his hapless hands, Unto the prince's heart of Calydon. Anjou and Maine, both giv'n unto the French! A day will come, when York all claim his own; B.5 And And therefore I will take the Nevills' parts, Whose church-like humour fits not for a Crown. With his new bride, and England's dear-bought Queen, Then will I raise aloft the milk-white Rose, And, force perforce, I'll make him yield the Crown, SCENE IV. Changes to the Duke of Gloucester's House. Enter Duke Humphry, and his Wife Eleanor. Elean.7HY droops my lord, like over-ripen'd corn Hanging the head with Ceres' plenteous WH load? Why doth the great Duke Humphry knit his brows, We'll We'll both together lift our heads to heaven: Gl. O Nell, fweet Nell, if thou doft love thy lord, And may that thought, when I imagine Ill Againft my King and nephew, virtuous Henry, laft Breathing in this mortal world! Be my My troublous dreams this night do make me fad. Elean. What dream'd my lord? tell me, and I'll requite it With fweet rehearsal of my morning's dream. Glo. Methought, this Staff, mine office-badge in Was broke in twain; by whom I have forgot; Were plac'd the heads of Edmund Duke of Somerset, In the Cathedral church of Weftminster, And in that Chair where Kings and Queens were crown'd; Where Henry and Margret kneel'd to me, And on my head did fet the Diadem. Glo. Nay, Eleanor, then muft I chide outright: Elean. What, what! my lord; are you fo cholerick With Eleanor, for telling but her dream? Glo. Nay, be not angry, I am pleas'd again. Me My lord Protector, 'tis his Highness' pleasure, You do prepare to ride unto St. Albans, Whereas the King and Queen do mean to hawk. [Exit Gloucester. Elean. Yes, my good lord, I'll follow presently. Follow I muft, I cannot go before, While Glofter bears this base and humble mind. Where are you there? Sir John; nay, fear not, man, Enter Hume. Hume. Jefus preferve your Royal Majesty! Elean. What fay'ft thou? Majefty? I am but Grace. Hume. But by the grace of God, and Hume's advice, Your Grace's title fhall be multiply'd. Elena. What fay'st thou, man? haft thou as yet conferr'd With Margery Jordan, the cunning witch; Hume. This they have promised, to fhew your High nefs A Spirit rais'd from depth of under-ground, Elean. It is enough, I'll think upon the questions: Here, Hume, take this reward; make merry, man, With thy confederates in this weighty cause. Marry, and shall; but how now, Sir John Hume? Seal up your lips, and give no words, but mum! The bufinefs afketh filent secrecy. Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch: Gold cannot come amifs, were the a devil. Yet have I gold flies from another coast: I dare not fay from the rich Cardinal, And from the great and new-made Duke of Suffolk's Yet I do find it fo: for to be plain, They (knowing Dame Eleanor's aspiring humour) Have hired me to undermine the Dutchefs; And buz these conjurations in her brain. They fay, a crafty knave does need no broker; Yet am I Suffolk's, and the Cardinal's, broker. Hume, if you take not heed, you shall go near To call them both a pair of crafty knaves. Well, fo it ftands; and thus I fear at laft, Hume's knavery will be the Dutchess' wreck, Enter three or four Petitioners, Peter the Armourer's mafters, let's ftand clofe; my lord Pro- tector will come this way by and by, and 1 Pet. Here a'comes, methinks, and the Queen with 2 Pet. Come back, fool, this is the Duke of Suffolk, |