Deliver’d up again with peaceful words?
[♦] Mort Dieu!
[♦] York. For Suffolk’s duke, may he be suffocate,
120 That dims the honour of this warlike 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 wives;
125 And our King Henry gives away his own,
To match with her that brings no vantages.