In entertainment to my princely queen.
Come, let us in, and with all speed provide
[♦] To see her coronation be perform’d. [Exeunt King, Queen, and Suffolk.
[70] Glou. Brave peers of England, pillars of the state,
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?
75 Did he so often lodge in open field,
In winter’s cold and summer’s parching heat,