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  • Title: Henry VI, Part 2 (Folio 1, 1623)

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    Henry VI, Part 2 (Folio 1, 1623)

    The second Part of Henry the Sixt,
    with the death of the Good Duke
    1Actus Primus. Scoena Prima.
    Flourish of Trumpets: Then Hoboyes.
    Enter King, Duke Humfrey, Salisbury, Warwicke, and Beau-
    ford on the one side.
    5The Queene, Suffolke, Yorke, Somerset, and Buckingham,
    on the other.
    AS by your high Imperiall Maiesty,
    I had in charge at my depart for France,
    10As Procurator to your Excellence,
    To marry Princes Margaret for your Grace;
    So in the Famous Ancient City, Toures,
    In presence of the Kings of France, and Sicill,
    The Dukes of Orleance, Calaber, Britaigne, and Alanson,
    15Seuen Earles, twelue Barons, & twenty reuerend Bishops
    I haue perform'd my Taske, and was espous'd,
    And humbly now vpon my bended knee,
    In sight of England, and her Lordly Peeres,
    Deliuer vp my Title in the Queene
    20To your most gracious hands, that are the Substance
    Of that great Shadow I did represent:
    The happiest Gift, that euer Marquesse gaue,
    The Fairest Queene, that euer King receiu'd.
    King. Suffolke arise. Welcome Queene Margaret,
    25I can expresse no kinder signe of Loue
    Then this kinde kisse: O Lord, that lends me life,
    Lend me a heart repleate with thankfulnesse:
    For thou hast giuen me in this beauteous Face
    A world of earthly blessings to my soule,
    30If Simpathy of Loue vnite our thoughts.
    Queen. Great King of England, & my gracious Lord,
    The mutuall conference that my minde hath had,
    By day, by night; waking, and in my dreames,
    In Courtly company, or at my Beades,
    35With you mine Alder liefest Soueraigne,
    Makes me the bolder to salute my King,
    With ruder termes, such as my wit affoords,
    And ouer ioy of heart doth minister.
    King. Her sight did rauish, but her grace in Speech,
    40Her words yclad with wisedomes Maiesty,
    Makes me from Wondring, fall to Weeping ioyes,
    Such is the Fulnesse of my hearts content.
    Lords, with one cheerefull voice, Welcome my Loue.
    All kneel. Long liue Qu. Margaret, Englands happines.
    45Queene. We thanke you all. Florish
    Suf. My Lord Protector, so it please your Grace,
    Heere are the Articles of contracted peace,
    Betweene our Soueraigne, and the French King Charles,
    For eighteene moneths concluded by consent.
    50Glo. Reads. Inprimis, It is agreed betweene the French K.
    Charles, and William de la Pole Marquesse of Suffolke, Am-
    bassador for Henry King of England, That the said Henry shal
    espouse the Lady Margaret, daughter vnto Reignier King of
    Naples, Sicillia, and Ierusalem, and Crowne her Queene of
    55England, ere the thirtieth of May next ensuing.
    Item, That the Dutchy of Aniou, and the County of Main,
    shall be released and deliuered to the King her father.
    King. Vnkle, how now?
    Glo. Pardon me gracious Lord,
    60Some sodaine qualme hath strucke me at the heart,
    And dim'd mine eyes, that I can reade no further.
    King. Vnckle of Winchester, I pray read on.
    Win. Item, It is further agreed betweene them, That the
    Dutchesse of Aniou and Maine, shall be released and deliuered
    65ouer to the King her Father, and shee sent ouer of the King of
    Englands owne proper Cost and Charges, without hauing any
    King. They please vs well. Lord Marques kneel down,
    We heere create thee the first Duke of Suffolke,
    70And girt thee with the Sword. Cosin of Yorke,
    We heere discharge your Grace from being Regent
    I'th parts of France, till terme of eighteene Moneths
    Be full expyr'd. Thankes Vncle Winchester,
    Gloster, Yorke, Buckingham, Somerset,
    75Salisburie, and Warwicke.
    We thanke you all for this great fauour done,
    In entertainment to my Princely Queene.
    Come, let vs in, and with all speede prouide
    To see her Coronation be perform'd.
    80 Exit King, Queene, and Suffolke.
    Manet the rest.
    Glo. Braue Peeres of England, Pillars of the State,
    To you Duke Humfrey must vnload his greefe:
    Your greefe, the common greefe of all the Land.
    85What? did my brother Henry spend his youth,
    His valour, coine, and people in the warres?
    Did he so often lodge in open field:
    In Winters cold, and Summers parching heate,
    To conquer France, his true inheritance?
    90And did my brother Bedford toyle his wits,
    The second Part of Henry the Sixt.121
    To keepe by policy what Henrie got:
    Haue you your selues, Somerset, Buckingham,
    Braue Yorke, Salisbury, and victorious Warwicke,
    Receiud deepe scarres in France and Normandie:
    95Or hath mine Vnckle Beauford, and my selfe,
    With all the Learned Counsell of the Realme,
    Studied so long, sat in the Councell house,
    Early and late, debating too and fro
    How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe,
    100And hath his Highnesse in his infancie,
    Crowned in Paris in despight of foes,
    And shall these Labours, and these Honours dye?
    Shall Henries Conquest, Bedfords vigilance,
    Your Deeds of Warre, and all our Counsell dye?
    105O Peeres of England, shamefull is this League,
    Fatall this Marriage, cancelling your Fame,
    Blotting your names from Bookes of memory,
    Racing the Charracters of your Renowne,
    Defacing Monuments of Conquer'd France,
    110Vndoing all as all had neuer bin.
    Car. Nephew, what meanes this passionate discourse?
    This preroration with such circumstance:
    For France, 'tis ours; and we will keepe it still.
    Glo. I Vnckle, we will keepe it, if we can:
    115But now it is impossible we should.
    Suffolke, the new made Duke that rules the rost,
    Hath giuen the Dutchy of Aniou and Mayne,
    Vnto the poore King Reignier, whose large style
    Agrees not with the leannesse of his purse.
    120Sal. Now by the death of him that dyed for all,
    These Counties were the Keyes of Normandie:
    But wherefore weepes Warwicke, my valiant sonne?
    War. For greefe that they are past recouerie.
    For were there hope to conquer them againe,
    125My sword should shed hot blood, mine eyes no teares.
    Aniou and Maine? My selfe did win them both:
    Those Prouinces, these Armes of mine did conquer,
    And are the Citties that I got with wounds,
    Deliuer'd vp againe with peacefull words?
    130Mort Dieu.
    Yorke. For Suffolkes Duke, may he be suffocate,
    That dims the Honor of this Warlike Isle:
    France should haue torne and rent my very hart,
    Before I would haue yeelded to this League.
    135I neuer read but Englands Kings haue had
    Large summes of Gold, and Dowries with their wiues,
    And our King Henry giues away his owne,
    To match with her that brings no vantages.
    Hum. A proper iest, and neuer heard before,
    140That Suffolke should demand a whole Fifteenth,
    For Costs and Charges in transporting her:
    She should haue staid in France, and steru'd in France
    Before ---
    Car. My Lord of Gloster, now ye grow too hot,
    145It was the pleasure of my Lord the King.
    Hum. My Lord of Winchester I know your minde.
    'Tis not my speeches that you do mislike:
    But 'tis my presence that doth trouble ye,
    Rancour will out, proud Prelate, in thy face
    150I see thy furie: 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 Humfrey.
    Car. So, there goes our Protector in a rage:
    155'Tis knowne to you he is mine enemy:
    Nay more, an enemy vnto you all,
    And no great friend, I feare me to the King;
    Consider Lords, he is the next of blood,
    And heyre apparant to the English Crowne:
    160Had Henrie got an Empire by his marriage,
    And all the wealthy Kingdomes of the West,
    There's reason he should be displeas'd at it:
    Looke to it Lords, let not his smoothing words
    Bewitch your hearts, be wise and circumspect.
    165What though the common people fauour him,
    Calling him, Humfrey the good Duke of Gloster,
    Clapping their hands, and crying with loud voyce,
    Iesu maintaine your Royall Excellence,
    With God preserue the good Duke Humfrey:
    170I feare me Lords, for all this flattering glosse,
    He will be found a dangerous Protector.
    Buc. Why should he then protect our Soueraigne?
    He being of age to gouerne of himselfe.
    Cosin of Somerset, ioyne you with me,
    175And altogether with the Duke of Suffolke,
    Wee'l quickly hoyse Duke Humfrey from his seat.
    Car. This weighty businesse will not brooke delay,
    Ile to the Duke of Suffolke presently. Exit Cardinall.
    Som. Cosin of Buckingham, though Humfries pride
    180And greatnesse of his place be greefe to vs,
    Yet let vs watch the haughtie Cardinall,
    His insolence is more intollerable
    Then all the Princes in the Land beside,
    If Gloster be displac'd, hee'l be Protector.
    185Buc. Or thou, or I Somerset will be Protectors,
    Despite Duke Humfrey, or the Cardinall.
    Exit Buckingham, and Somerset.
    Sal. Pride went before, Ambition followes him.
    While these do labour for their owne preferment,
    190Behooues it vs to labor for the Realme.
    I neuer saw but Humfrey Duke of Gloster,
    Did beare him like a Noble Gentleman:
    Oft haue I seene the haughty Cardinall.
    More like a Souldier then a man o'th' Church,
    195As stout and proud as he were Lord of all,
    Sweare like a Ruffian, and demeane himselfe
    Vnlike the Ruler of a Common-weale.
    Warwicke my sonne, the comfort of my age,
    Thy deeds, thy plainnesse, and thy house-keeping,
    200Hath wonne the greatest fauour of the Commons,
    Excepting none but good Duke Humfrey.
    And Brother Yorke, thy Acts in Ireland,
    In bringing them to ciuill Discipline:
    Thy late exploits done in the heart of France,
    205When thou wert Regent for our Soueraigne,
    Haue made thee fear'd and honor'd of the people,
    Ioyne we together for the publike good,
    In what we can, to bridle and suppresse
    The pride of Suffolke, and the Cardinall,
    210With Somersets and Buckinghams Ambition,
    And as we may, cherish Duke Humfries deeds,
    While they do tend the profit of the Land.
    War. So God helpe Warwicke, as he loues the Land,
    And common profit of his Countrey.
    215Yor. And so sayes Yorke,
    For he hath greatest cause.
    Salisbury. Then lets make hast away,
    And looke vnto the maine.
    Warwicke. Vnto the maine?
    220Oh Father, Maine is lost,
    That Maine, which by maine force Warwicke did winne,
    And would haue kept, so long as breath did last:
    l3 Main
    122The second Part of Henry the Sixt.
    Main-chance father you meant, but I meant Maine,
    Which I will win from France, or else be slaine.
    225Exit Warwicke, and Salisbury. Manet Yorke.
    Yorke. Aniou and Maine are giuen to the French,
    Paris is lost, the state of Normandie
    Stands on a tickle point, now they are gone:
    Suffolke concluded on the Articles,
    230The Peeres agreed, and Henry was well pleas'd,
    To change two Dukedomes for a Dukes faire daughter.
    I cannot blame them all, what is't to them?
    'Tis thine they giue away, and not their owne.
    Pirates may make cheape penyworths of their pillage,
    235And purchase Friends, and giue to Curtezans,
    Still reuelling like Lords till all be gone,
    While as the silly Owner of the goods
    Weepes ouer them, and wrings his haplesse hands,
    And shakes his head, and trembling stands aloofe,
    240While all is shar'd, and all is borne away,
    Ready to sterue, and dare not touch his owne.
    So Yorke must sit, and fret, and bite his tongue,
    While his owne Lands are bargain'd for, and sold:
    Me thinkes the Realmes of England, France, & Ireland,
    245Beare that proportion to my flesh and blood,
    As did the fatall brand Althaea burnt,
    Vnto the Princes heart of Calidon:
    Aniou and Maine both giuen vnto the French?
    Cold newes for me: for I had hope of France,
    250Euen as I haue of fertile Englands soile.
    A day will come, when Yorke shall claime his owne,
    And therefore I will take the Neuils parts,
    And make a shew of loue to proud Duke Humfrey,
    And when I spy aduantage, claime the Crowne,
    255For that's the Golden marke I seeke to hit:
    Nor shall proud Lancaster vsurpe my right,
    Nor hold the Scepter in his childish Fist,
    Nor weare the Diadem vpon his head,
    Whose Church-like humors fits not for a Crowne.
    260Then Yorke be still a-while, till time do serue:
    Watch thou, and wake when others be asleepe,
    To prie into the secrets of the State,
    Till Henrie surfetting in ioyes of loue,
    With his new Bride, & Englands deere bought Queen,
    265And Humfrey with the Peeres be falne at iarres:
    Then will I raise aloft the Milke-white-Rose,
    With whose sweet smell the Ayre shall be perfum'd,
    And in in my Standard beare the Armes of Yorke,
    To grapple with the house of Lancaster,
    270And force perforce Ile make him yeeld the Crowne,
    Whose bookish Rule, hath pull'd faire England downe.
    Exit Yorke.