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Enter at the other doore, the Duke of YORKE, and the Marquesse of SUFFOLKE, and Queene MARGARET, and the Earle of SALISBURY and WARWICKE.
Suffolke. As by your high imperiall Maiesties command,
I had in charge at my depart for France,
As Procurator for your excellence,
To marry Princes Margaret for your grace,
5 So in the auncient famous Citie Towres,
In presence of the Kings of France & Cyssile,
The Dukes of Orleance, Calabar, Brittaine, and Alonson.
[♦] Seuen Earles, twelue Barons, and then the reuerend Bishops,
I did performe my taske and was espousde,
10 And now, most humbly on my bended knees,
In sight of England and her royall Peeres,
Deliuer vp my title in the Queene,
Vnto your gratious excellence, that are the substance
Of that great shadow I did represent:
15 The happiest gift that euer Marquesse gaue,
The fairest Queene that euer King possest.
King. Suffolke arise.
Welcome Queene Margaret to English Henries Court,
The greatest shew of kindnesse yet we can bestow,
Is this kinde kisse: Oh gracious God of heauen,
Lend me a heart repleat with thankfulnesse,
For in this beautious face thou hast bestowde
A world of pleasures to my perplexed soule.
Queene. Th’ excessiue loue I beare vnto your grace,
25 Forbids me to be lauish of my tongue,
Least I should speake more then beseemes a woman:
Let this suffice, my blisse is in your liking,
And nothing can make poore Margaret miserable,
Vnlesse the frowne of mightie Englands King.
[30] Kin. Her lookes did wound, but now her speech doth pierce,
Louely Queene Margaret sit down by my side:
[♦] And vnckle Gloster, and you Lordly Peeres,
With one voice welcome my beloued Queene.
All. Long liue Queene Margaret, Englands happinesse.
35 Queene. We thanke you all. Sound Trumpets.
Suffolke. My Lord Protector, so it please your grace,
[♦] Here are the Articles confirmde of peace,
Betweene our Soueraigne and the French King Charles,
Till terme of eighteene months be full expirde.
[40] Humphrey. Imprimis, It is agreed betweene the French King [♦] Charles, and William de la Poule, Marquesse of Suffolke, Embassador for Henry King of England, that the said Henry shal wed and espouse the Ladie Margaret, daughter to Raynard King of Naples, Cyssels, and Ierusalem, and crowne her Queene of [45] England, ere the 30. of the next month.
[♦] Item. It is further agreed betweene them, that the Dutches of Anioy and of Maine, shall be released and deliuered ouer to the King [♦] her fa. Duke Humphrey lets it fall.
Kin. How now vnkle, whats the matter that you stay so sodenly.
[50] Humph. Pardon my Lord, a sodain qualme came ouer my hart,
[♦] Which dimmes mine eyes that I can reade no more.
[♦] Vnckle of Winchester, I pray you reade on.
[♦] Cardinall. Item, It is further agreed betweene them, that the [♦] Duches of Anioy and of Mayne, shall be released and deliuered 55 ouer to the King her father, & she sent ouer of the King of Englands owne proper cost and charges without dowry.
King. They please vs well, Lord Marquesse kneele downe, We here create thee first Duke of Suffolke, & girt thee with the sword. Cosin of Yorke, We here discharge your grace from being 60 Regent in the parts of France, till terme of 18. months be full expirde.
Thankes vnckle Winchester, Gloster, Yorke, and Buckingham, Somerset, Salsbury, and Warwicke.
[♦] We thanke you all for this great fauour done,
In entertainment to my Princely Queene,
65 Come let vs in, and with all speed prouide
[♦] To see her Coronation be performde. Exet King, Queene, and Suffolke, and Duke Humphrey staies all the rest.
[♦] Humphrey. Braue Peeres of England, Pillars of the state,
To you Duke Humphrey must vnfold his griefe,
What did my brother Henry toyle himselfe,
70 And waste his subjects for to conquere France?
And did my brother Bedford spend his time
To keepe in awe that stout vnruly Realme?
And haue not I and mine vnckle Bewford here,
Done all we could to keepe that land in peace?
[75] And is all our labours then spent in vaine,
For Suffolke he, the new made Duke that rules the roast,
Hath giuen away for our King Henries Queene,
The Dutches of Anioy and Mayne vnto her father.
Ah Lords, fatall is this marriage canselling our states,
80 Reuersing Monuments of conquered France,
Vndoing all, as none had nere bene done.
Card. Why how now cosin Gloster, what needs this?
As if our King were bound vnto your will,
And might not do his will without your leaue,
85 Proud Protector, enuy in thine eyes I see,
The big swolne venome of thy hatefull heart,
[♦] That dares presume gainst that thy Soueraigne likes.
[♦] Humphr. Nay my Lord tis not my words that troubles you,
But my presence, proud Prelate as thou art:
[90] But ile begone, and giue thee leaue to speake.
Farewell my Lords, and say when I am gone,
I prophesied France would be lost ere long. Exet Duke Humphrey.
Card. There goes our Protector in a rage,
My Lords you know he is my great enemy,
95 And though he be Protector of the land,
And thereby couers his deceitfull thoughts,
[♦] For well you see, if he but walke the streets,
The common people swarme about him straight,
Crying Iesus blesse your royall exellence,
100 With God preserue the good Duke Humphrey.
And many things besides that are not knowne,
[♦] Which time will bring to light in smooth Duke Humphrey.
But I will after him, and if I can
Ile laie a plot to heaue him from his seate. Exet Cardinall.
105 Buck. But let vs watch this haughtie Cardinall,
Cosen of Somerset be rulde by me,
Weele watch Duke Humphrey and the Cardinall too,
And put them from the marke they faine would hit.
Somerset. Thanks cosin Buckingham, ioyne thou with me,
110 And both of vs with the Duke of Suffolke,
Weele quickly heaue Duke Humphrey from his seate.
Buck. Content, Come then let vs about it straight,
For either thou or I will be Protector. Exet Buckingham and Somerset.
Salsb. Pride went before, Ambition follows after.
115 Whilst these do seeke their owne preferments thus,
My Lords let vs seeke for our Countries good,
[♦] Oft haue I seene this haughtie Cardinall
Sweare, and forsweare himselfe, and braue it out,
[♦] More like a Ruffin then a man of Church.
120 Cosin Yorke, the victories thou hast wonne,
In Ireland, Normandie, and in France,
Hath wonne thee immortall praise in England.
And thou braue Warwicke, my thrice valiant sonne,
Thy simple plainnesse and thy house-keeping,
125 Hath wonne thee credit amongst the common sort,
The reuerence of mine age, and Neuels name,
Is of no little force if I command,
Then let vs ioyne all three in one for this,
That good Duke Humphrey may his state possesse,
But wherefore weepes Warwicke my noble sonne.
Warw. For griefe that all is lost that Warwick won.
[♦] Sonnes. Anioy and Maine, both giuen away at once,
Why Warwick did win them, & must that then which we wonne with our swords, be giuen away with wordes.
135 Yorke. As I haue read, our Kinges of England were woont to haue large dowries with their wiues, but our King Henry giues away his owne.
Sals. Come sonnes away and looke vnto the maine.
War. Vnto the Maine, Oh father Maine is lost,
140 Which Warwicke by maine force did win from France,
[♦] Maine chance father you meant, but I meant Maine,
Which I will win from France, or else be slaine. Exet Salsbury and Warwicke.
Yorke. Anioy and Maine, both giuen vnto the French,
Cold newes for me, for I had hope of France,
145 Euen as I haue of fertill England.
A day will come when Yorke shall claime his owne,
And therefore I will take the Neuels parts,
And make a show of loue to proud Duke Humphrey:
And when I spie aduantage, claime the Crowne,
150 For thats 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 Diademe vpon his head,
Whose church-like humours fits not for a Crowne:
155 Then Yorke be still a while till time do serue,
[♦] Watch thou, and wake when others be a sleepe,
To prie into the secrets of the state,
Till Henry surfeiting in ioyes of loue,
With his new bride, and Englands dear bought queene,
160 And Humphrey with the Peeres be falne at iarres,
Then will I raise aloft the milke-white Rose,
With whose sweete smell the aire shall be perfumde,
And in my Standard beare the Armes of Yorke,
[♦] To graffle with the House of Lancaster:
165 And force perforce, ile make him yeeld the Crowne,
Whose bookish rule hath puld faire England downe. Exet Yorke.