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Thy deeds, thy plainness, and thy house-keeping,
War. So God help Warwick, as he loves the land, And common profit of his country!
York. 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 win, And would have kept, so long as breath did last: Main chance, father, you meant; but I meant Maine; Which I will win from France, or else be slain.
[Exeunt WARWICK and Salisbury. York. Anjou and Maine are given to the French; Paris is lost; the state of Normandy Stands on a tickle point, now they are gone: Suffolk concluded on the articles; The peers agreed; and Henry was well pleas’d, To change two dukedoms for a duke's fair daughter. I cannot blame them all; What is't to them?
'Tis thine they give away, and not their own.
Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose,
SCENE II.-The same. A Room in the Duke of Glos
Enter Gloster and the Duchess. Duch. Why droops my lord, like over-ripen'd corn, 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 fixed to the sullen earth, Gazing on that which seems to dim thy sight? What see'st 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, We'll both together lift our heads to heaven ; And never more abase our sight so low, As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground.
Glo. O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost love thy lord, Banish the canker of ambitious thoughts : And may that thought, when I imagine ill
Against my king and nephew, virtuous Henry,
Glo. Methought, this staff, mine office-badge in court, Was broke in twain; by whom, I have forgot, But, as I think, it was by the cardinal; And on the pieces of the broken wand Were plac'd the heads of Edmond duke of Somerset, And William de la Poole first duke of Suffolk. This was my dream ; what it doth bode, God knows.
Duch. Tut, this was nothing but an argument,
Glo. Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright:
Duch. What, what, my lord! are you so cholerick With Eleanor, for telling but her dream? Next time, I'll keep my dreams unto myself, And not be check’d.
Glo. Nay, be not angry, I am pleas'd again.
Enter a Messenger. Mess. My lord protector, 'tis his highness' pleasure, You do prepare to ride unto Saint Albans, Whereas the king and queen do mean to hawk. Glo. I go.—Come, Nell, thou wilt ride with us! Duch. Yes, good my lord, I'll follow presently.
. [Exeunt Gloster and Messenger. Follow I must, I cannot go before, While Gloster bears this base and humble mind. 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, man, We are alone; here's none but thee, and I.
Enter HUME. Hume. Jesu preserve your royal majesty! Duch. What say'st thou, majesty! I am but grace.
Hume. But, by the grace of God, and Hume's advice, Your grace's title shall be multiplied. Duch. What say'st thou, man? hast thou as yet con
ferr'd With Margery Jourdain, the cunning witch; And Roger Bolingbroke, the conjuror?