80 60 Suf. A dower, my lords ! disgrace not so your My noble Lord of Suffolk, or for that My tender youth was never yet attaint I feel such sharp dissension in my breast, France ; Agree to any covenants, and procure To cross the seas to England and be crown'd 9 For your expenses and sufficient charge, Be gone, I say ; for till you do return I rest perplexed with a thousand cares. Whereas the contrary bringeth bliss, And you, good unele, banish all offence : And is a pattern of celestial peace. If you do censure me by what you were, Whom should we match with Henry, being a king, Not what you are, I know it will excuse But Margaret, that is danghter to a king ? This sudden execution of my will, Her peerless feature, joined with her birth, And so conduct me, where from company Approves her fit for none but for a king : I may revolve and ruminate my grief. Exit. Her valiant courage and undaunted spirit, Glou. Ay, grief, I fear me, both at first and last. More than in women commonly is seen, Ercunt GLOUCESTER and EXETER. Will answer our hope in issue of a king; Suf. Thus Suffolk hath prevail'd; and thus For Henry, son unto a conqueror, Is likely to beget more conquerors, As did the youthful Paris once to Greece ; If with a lady of so high resolve With hope to find the like event in lore, As is fair Margaret he be link'd in love. But prosper better than the Trojan did. Then yield, my lords; and here conclude with me Margaret shall now be queen, and rule the That Margaret shall be queen, and none but she. king; K. Hen. Whether it be through force of your But I will rule both her, the king, and realm. report, Exit. 103 70 he goes, THE SECOND PART OF KING HENRY THE SIXTH. KING HENRY THE SIXTH. RICHARD PLANTAGENET, Duke of York. DRAMATIS PERSON Æ. ACT I. SCENE I-London. A Room of State in the Palace. Lords, Ladies, and Attendants; Herald; Petitioners, Aldermen, a Beadle, Sheriff, and Officers; Citizens, Prentices, Falconers, Guards, Soldiers, Messengers, etc. A Spirit. SCENE.--In various Parts of England. Flourish of trumpets: then hautboys. Enter, on WALTER WHITMORE. A Sea Captain, Master, and Master's Mate. THOMAS HORNER, an Armourer. Clerk of Chatham. Mayor of Saint Alan's. JACK CADE, a Rebel. GEORGE BEVIS, JOHN HOLLAND, DICK the Butcher, SMITH the Weaver, MICHAEL, etc., Followers of CADE. ALEXANDER IDEN, a Kentish Gentleman. MARGARET, Queen to King Henry. Deliver up my title in the queen To your most gracious hands, that are the substance Of that great shadow I did represent ; life, Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness; 20 Q. Mar. Great King of England and my gracious lord, The mutual conference that my mind hath had Margaret: can express no kinder sign of love Than this kind kiss. O Lord! that lends me K. Hea. Her sight did ravish, but her grace | Been crown'd in Paris, in despite of foes? Her words y-clad with wisdom's majesty, And shall these labours and these honours die? Car. Nephew, what means this passionate This peroration with such circumstance? 110 Sal. Now, by the death of him that died for all, tears. Q. Mar. We thank you all. 40 Suf. My lord protector, so it please your grace, For eighteen months concluded by consent. Glou. Imprimis, It is agreed between the French King Charles and William de la Pole, Marquess of Suffolk, ambassador for Henry King of England, that the said Henry shall espouse the Lady Margaret, daughter unto Reignier King of Naples, Sicilia, and Jerusalem, and crown her Queen of England ere the thirtieth of May next ensuing. Item, That the duchy of Anjou and the county of Maine shall be released and delivered to the king her father- 51 Lets the paper fall. K. Hen. Uncle, how now! 60 K. Hen. They please us well. Lord marquess, We here create thee the first Duke of Suffolk, Be full expir'd. Thanks, uncle Winchester, We thank you all for this great favour done, York. For Suffolk's duke, may he be suffocate, 132 Glou. A proper jest, and never heard before, Car. My Lord of Gloucester, now ye grow too It was the pleasure of my lord the king. To you Duke Humphrey must unload his grief, In winter's cold, and summer's parching heat, Glou. My lord of Winchester, I know your mind: How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe? Bewitch your hearts; be wise and circumspect. 91 What though the common people favour him, 70 Exeunt KING, QUEEN, and SUFFOLK. Glou. Brave peers of England, pillars of the state, 80 100 Anjou and Maine! myself did win them both; 120 141 150 Calling him 'Humphrey, the good Duke of Clapping their hands, and crying with loud voice Buck. Why should he then protect our He being of age to govern of himself? 170 And greatness of his place be grief to us, 180 And common profit of his country! York. Aside. And so says York, for he hath greatest cause. Sal. Then let's make haste away, and look War. Unto the main! O father, Maine is lost! Suffolk concluded on the articles, 210 Maine, I cannot blame them all what is 't to them? 230 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 Gloucester, 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 commonweal. 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 : 191 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 public 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 help Warwick, as he loves the SCENE II.-The Same. A Room in the Duke of land, GLOUCESTER'S House. 202 And purchase friends, and give to courtezans, 200 Bear that proportion to my flesh and blood, And, when I spy advantage, claim the crown, 200 930 And Humphrey with the peers be fall'n at jars: crown, Whose bookish rule hath pull'd fair England down. Exit. Enter GLOUCESTER 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? 14 grove Shall lose his head for his presumption. But list to me, my Humphrey, my sweet duke: Where Henry and Dame Margaret kneel'd to me, And on my head did set the diadem. 40 Glon, 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 choleric With Eleanor for telling but her dream? Next time I'll keep my dreams unto myself, And not be check'd. Glou. Nay, be not angry; I am pleas'd again. Enter Messenger. 50 Mess. My lord protector, 'tis his highness' pleasure mind. Were I a man, a duke, and next of blood, man, We are alone; here's none but thee and I. You do prepare to ride unto Saint Alban's, 61 When from Saint Alban's we do make return Erit. Ilume. Hume must make merry with the duchess' gold; Marry and shall. But how now, Sir John Hume! Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch: And from the great and new-made Duke of Yet I do find it so: for, to be plain, They, knowing Dame Eleanor's aspiring humour, 93 101 First Petit. My masters, let's stand close: my lord protector will come this way by and by, and then we may deliver our supplications in the quill. Second Petit. Marry, the Lord protect him, for he's a good man. Jesu bless him! Enter SUFFOLK and Queen MARGARET. Peter. Here a' comes, methinks, and the queen |