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I have perform'd my task, and was espous'd:
that are the sub
Of that great shadow I did represent;
I can express no kinder sign of love,
• Q. Mar. Great king of England, and my gra-
'The mutual conference that my mind hath had—
'Makes me the bolder to salute
With ruder terms; such as my wit affords, 'And over-joy of heart doth minister.
'K. Hen. Her sight did ravish: but her grace in speech,
Her words y-clad with wisdom's majesty, Makes me, from wondering fall to weeping joys; 'Such is the fulness of my heart's content.'Lords, with one cheerful voice welcome my love.
2 The mutual conference-] I am the bolder to address you having already familiarized you to my imagination. JOHNSON. mine alder-liefest sovereign,] Alder-liefest is a corruption of the German word alder-liebste, beloved above all things, dearest of all.
All. Long live queen Margaret, England's happiness!
Q. Mar. We thank you all.
Suf. My lord protector, so it please your grace,
Glo. [Reads.] Imprimis, It is agreed between the
K. Hen. Uncle, how now? Glo. Pardon me, gracious lord; Some sudden qualm hath struck me at the heart, And dimm'd mine eyes, that I can read no further. K. Hen. Uncle of Winchester, I pray, read on. Win. Item,-It is further agreed between them,that the dutchies of Anjou and Maine shall be released and delivered over to the king her father; and she sent over of the king of England's own proper cost and charges, without having dowry.
K. Hen. They please us well.-Lord marquess,
We here create thee the first duke of Suffolk,
Cousin of York, we here discharge your grace
We thank you all for this great favour done,
[Exeunt King, Queen, and Surfolk. Glo. Brave peers of England, pillars of the state, To you duke Humphrey must 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 so often lodge in open field,
"In winter's cold, and summer's parching heat, To conquer France, his true inheritance? And did my brother Bedford toil his wits,
To keep by policy what Henry got?
Have you yourselves, Somerset, Buckingham, 'Brave York, Salisbury, and victorious Warwick, 'Receiv'd deep scars in France and Normandy? Or hath mine uncle Beaufort, and myself,
• With all the learned council of the realm, 'Studied so long, sat in the council-house, " Early and late, debating to and fro "How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe? And hath his highness in his infancy 'Been crown'd in Paris, in despite 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!
'Car. Nephew, what means this passionate discourse?
This peroration with such circumstance?*
'For France, 'tis ours; and we will keep it still. *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 given the dutchies of Anjou and Maine * Unto the poor king Reignier, whose large style * Agrees not with the leanness of his purse.
* Sal. Now, by the death of him that died for all, * These counties were the keys of Normandy:But wherefore weeps Warwick, my valiant son?
'War. For grief, that they are past recovery: For, were there hope to conquer them again, My sword should shed hot blood, mine eyes no tears. Anjou and Maine! myself did win them both; Those provinces these 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 suffocate, *That dims the honour of this warlike isle! * France should 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 sums 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 jest, and never heard before, *That Suffolk should demand a whole fifteenth, *For costs and charges in transporting her! * She should have staid in France, and starv'd in France,
This peroration with such circumstance?] This speech crouded with so many instances of aggravation. JOHNSON.
And are the cities, &c.] The indignation of Warwick is natural, and I wish it had been better expressed; there is a kind of jingle intended in wounds and words. JOHNSON.
* 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 bickerings.Lordings, 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 * 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 our sovereign, *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 hoise duke Humphrey from his seat.
* Car. This weighty business will not brook delay; * I'll to the duke of Suffolk presently. Exit. Som. Cousin of Buckingham, though Humphrey's pride,