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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
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.
Than all the princes in the land beside;
'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 fear'd,and honour'd, of the people:'Join we together, for the publick good; In what we can 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 helpWarwick, 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 make cheap 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 is 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,
6the prince's 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;
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 brows,
* As frowning at the favours of the world?
* Why are thine eyes fix'd to the sullen earth,
*Enchas'd with all the honours of the world?
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
• 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, Duch. 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 Edmond 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, kneel'd to me,
And on my head did set the diadem.
Glo. Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright: Presumptuous dame, ill-nurtur'd Eleanor!" Art thou not second woman in the realm: And the protector's wife, belov'd of him? *Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command, * Above the reach or compass of thy thought? And wilt thou still be hammering treachery, *To tumble down thy husband, and thyself, * From top of honour to disgrace's feet? Away from me, and let me hear no more.
• Duch. What, what, my lord! are you so cholerick
With Eleanor, for telling but her dream? 'Next time, I'll keep my dreams unto myself, 'And not be check'd.
Glo. Nay, be not angry, I am pleas'd again.
Enter a Messenger.
Mes. My lord protector, 'tis his highness' plea
You do prepare to ride unto Saint Albans, 'Whereas the king and queen do mean to hawk. Glo. I go.-Come, Nell, thou wilt ride with us? Duch. Yes, good my lord, I'll follow presently, [Exeunt GLOSTER and Messenger. Follow I must, I cannot go before, *While Gloster bears this base and humble mind. *Were I a man, a duke, and next of blood,
* I would remove these tedious stumbling-blocks, * And smooth my way upon their headless necks: * And, being a woman, I will not be slack
* To play my part in fortune's pageant.
ill-nurtur'd] Ill-nurtur'd, is ill-educated.
8 Whereas] Whereas is the same as where; and seems to
be brought into use only on account of its being a dissyllable.