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Suf. A dower, my lords ! disgrace not so your My noble Lord of Suffolk, or for that

My tender youth was never yet attaint
That he should be so abject, base, and poor, With any passion of inflaming love,
To choose for wealth and not for perfect love. 50 I cannot tell ; but this I am assurd,
Henry is able to enrich his queen,

I feel such sharp dissension in my breast,
And not to seek a queen to make him rich: Such fierce alarums both of hope and fear,
So worthless peasants bargain for their wives, As I am sick with working of my thoughts.
As market-men for oxen, sheep, or horse. Take, therefore, shipping ; post, my lord, to
Marriage is a matter of more worth

France ;
Than to be dealt in by attorneysbip:

Agree to any covenants, and procure
Not whom we will, but whom his grace affects, That Laly Margaret do vouchsafe to come
Must be companion of his nuptial bed ;

To cross the seas to England and be crown'd 9
And therefore, lords, since he affects her most, King Henry's faithful and anointed queen.
It most of all these reasons bindeth us,

For your expenses and sufficient charge,
In our opinions she should be preferr d. Among the people gather up a tenth.
For what is wedlock forced but a hell,

Be gone, I say ; for till you do return
An age of discord and continual strife ?

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,




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HUMPHREY, Duke of Gloucester, his Uncle.
CARDINAL BEAUFORT, Bishop of Winchester,
Great-uncle to the King,

EDWARD and RICHARD, his Sons.


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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
one side, King HENRY, Duke of GLOUCESTER,
FORT; on the other, Queen MARGARET, led in
HAM, and Others, following.

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A Sea Captain, Master, and Master's Mate.
Two Gentlemen, Prisoners with Suffolk.
BOLINGBROKE, a Conjurer.

THOMAS HORNER, an Armourer.
PETER, his Man.

Clerk of Chatham. Mayor of Saint Alan's.
SIMPCOX, an Impostor.

JACK CADE, a Rebel.

GEORGE BEVIS, JOHN HOLLAND, DICK the Butcher, SMITH the Weaver, MICHAEL, etc., Followers of CADE.

ALEXANDER IDEN, a Kentish Gentleman.
Two Murderers.

MARGARET, Queen to King Henry.
ELEANOR, Duchess of Gloucester.
Wife to Simpcox.

Deliver up my title in the queen

To your most gracious hands, that are the substance

Of that great shadow I did represent ;
The happiest gift that ever marquess gave,
The fairest queen that ever king receiv'd.
K. Hen. Suffolk, arise. Welcome, Queen


Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness; 20
For thou hast given me in this beauteous face
A world of earthly blessings to my soul,
If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.

Q. Mar. Great King of England and my gracious lord,

The mutual conference that my mind hath had
By day, by night, waking, and in my dreams,
In courtly company, or at my beads,
With you mine alderliefest sovereign,
Makes me the bolder to salute my king
With ruder terms, such as my wit affords,
And over-joy of heart doth minister.


can express no kinder sign of love Than this kind kiss. O Lord! that lends me

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K. Hea. Her sight did ravish, but her grace | Been crown'd in Paris, in despite of foes?
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.
All. Long live Queen Margaret, England's

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

This peroration with such circumstance?
For France, 'tis ours; and we will keep it still.
Glou. 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 duchy 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


Q. Mar. We thank you all.


Suf. My lord protector, so it please your grace,
Here are the articles of contracted peace
Between our sovereign and the French King

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!
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.
Car. Item, It is further agreed between them, that
the duchies 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 any dowry.


K. Hen. They please us well. Lord marquess,
kneel down:

We here create thee the first Duke of Suffolk,
And gird thee with the sword. Cousin of York,
We here discharge your grace from being regent
I' the parts of France, till term of eighteen

Be full expir'd. Thanks, uncle Winchester,
Gloucester, York, Buckingham, Somerset,
Salisbury, and Warwick;

We thank you all for this great favour done,
In entertainment to my princely queen.
Come, let us in, and with all speed provide
To see her coronation be perform'd.

York. For Suffolk's duke, may he be suffocate,
That dims the honour of this war-like 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
And our King Henry gives away his own,
To match with her that brings no vantages.


Glou. A proper jest, and never heard before,
That Suffolk should demand a whole fifteenth
For costs and charges in transporting her!
She should have stay'd in France, and starv'd
in France,

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,
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

Glou. My lord of Winchester, I know your mind:
"Tis not my speeches that you do mislike,
But 'tis my presence that doth trouble ye.
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. hit.
Car. So, there goes our protector in a rage.
'Tis known to you he is mine enemy,
Nay, more, an enemy unto you all,
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

How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe? Bewitch your hearts; be wise and circumspect.
And hath his highness in his infancy


What though the common people favour him,


Exeunt KING, QUEEN, and SUFFOLK. Glou. Brave peers of England, pillars of the state,



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?
Mort Dieu!




Calling him 'Humphrey, the good Duke of

Clapping their hands, and crying with loud voice
'Jesu maintain your royal excellence!'
With 'God preserve the good Duke Humphrey !'
I fear me, lords, for all this flattering gloss, 161
He will be found a dangerous protector.

Buck. Why should he then protect our

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
I'll to the Duke of Suffolk presently. Exit.
Som. Cousin of Buckingham, though Hum-
phrey's pride


And greatness of his place be grief to us,
Yet let us watch the haughty cardinal:
His insolence is more intolerable
Than all the princes' in the land beside:
If Gloucester be displac'd, he 'll be protector.
Buck. Or thou or I, Somerset, will be protector,
Despite Duke Humphrey or the cardinal.


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
unto the main.

War. Unto the main! O father, Maine is lost!
That Maine which by main force Warwick did
And would ave kept so long as breath did last :
Main chance, father, you meant; but I meant

Suffolk concluded on the articles,
The peers agreed, and Henry was well pleas'd
To change two dukedoms for a duke's fair


Which I will win from France, or else be slain.
York. Anjou and Maine are given to the
Paris is lost; the state of Normandy
Stands on a tickle point now they are gone.

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


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.


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


Bear that proportion to my flesh and blood,
As did the fatal brand Althæa 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,
Even as I have of fertile England's soil.
A day will come when York shall claim his own;
And therefore I will take the Nevils' parts
And make a show of love to proud Duke

And, when I spy advantage, claim the crown, 200
For that 's the golden mark I seek to hit.
Nor shall proud Lancaster usurp my right,
Nor hold the sceptre in his childish fist,
Nor wear the diadem upon his head,
Whose church-like humours fit not for a crown.
Then, York, be still awhile, till time do serve :
Watch thou and wake when others be asleep,
To pry into the secrets of the state;
Till Henry, surfeiting in joys of love,
With his new bride and England's dear-bought


And Humphrey with the peers be fall'n at jars:
Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose,
With whose sweet smell the air shall be perfum'd,
And in my standard bear the arms of York,
To grapple with the house of Lancaster ;
And, force perforce, I'll make him yield the


Whose bookish rule hath pull'd fair England down. Exit.

Enter GLOUCESTER and the DUCHESS. Duch. Why droops my lord, like over-ripen'd


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,
Gazing on that which seems to dim thy sight?
What seest thou there? King Henry's diadem
Enchas'd with all the honours of the world!
If so, gaze on, and grovel on thy face,
Until thy head be circled with the same.
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,


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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

Where Henry and Dame Margaret kneel'd to me, And on my head did set the diadem.


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.


Mess. My lord protector, 'tis his highness' pleasure


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.
Where are you there? Sir John! nay, fear not,


We are alone; here's none but thee and I.

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You do prepare to ride unto Saint Alban's,
Where as the king and queen do mean to hawk.
Glow. I go. Come, Nell, thou wilt ride with us?
Duch. Yes, my good lord, I'll follow presently.
Exeunt GLOUCESTER and Messenger.
Follow I must; I cannot go before,
While Gloucester bears this base and humble with him. I'll be the first, sure.


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When from Saint Alban's we do make return
We'll see these things effected to the full.
Here, Hume, take this reward; make merry, man,
With thy confederates in this weighty cause.

Erit. Ilume. Hume must make merry with the duchess' gold;

Marry and shall. But how now, Sir John Hume!
Seal up your lips and give no words but mum:
The business asketh silent secrecy.

Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch:
Gold cannot come amiss, were she a devil,
Yet have I gold flies from another coast:
I dare not say from the rich cardinal

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,
Have hired me to undermine the duchess
And buz these conjurations in her brain.
They say 'A crafty knave does need no broker;'
Yet am I Suffolk 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, so it stands; and thus, I fear at last
Hume's knavery will be the duchess' wreck,
And her attainture will be Humphrey's fall.
Sort how it will I shall have gold for all. Exit.
SCENE III.-The Same. A Room in the Palace.
Enter three or four Petitioners, PETER, the
Armourer's man, being one.



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

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