Duke of York, pretending to|| A Spirit attending on for

The SCENE is laid very difperfedly in feveral parts of

England.

*This and the third part were fift written under the title of The Contention of York and Lancafter, printed in 1600; but fince va ly improved by the author. M. Pope.

Flourish of trumpets: then hautboys. Enter King Henry, Duke Humphry, Salisbury, Warwick, and Beaufort, on the one fide: the Queen, Suffolk, York, Somerset, and Buckingham, on the other.

Suf.*

A

S by your high imperial Majefty [France,
I had in charge at my depart for
As procurator for your Excellence,
To marry Princefs Margret for your
[Grace;

So in the famous ancient city Tours,

In prefence of the Kings of France and Sicil,

The Dukes of Orleans, Calaber, Bretagne, Alanfon,
Seven Earls, twelve Barons, twenty reverend Bishops,
I have perform'd my task, and was efpous'd:
And humbly now upon my bended knee,
In fight of England and her lordly peers,
Deliver up my title in the Queen

[prefenting the Queen to the King. To your moft gracious hand; that are the fubftance Of that great fhadow I did represent ;

The happieft gift that ever Marquis gave,
The fairest Queen that ever King receiv'd.

K. Henry. Suffolk, arife. Welcome, Queen Margaret;.

I can exprefs no kinder fign of love,

Than this kind kifs. O Lord, that lend'ft me life,
Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness!

For thou haft giv'n me in this beauteous face,
A world of earthly bleffings to my foul,

If fympathy of love unite our thoughts.

2. Mar. Great King of England, and my gracious The mutual conf'rence that my mind hath had, [Lord, By day, by night, waking, and in my dreams,

In courtly company, or at my beads,

With you mine alder-lievieft Sovereign;
Makes me the bolder to falute my King
With ruder terms; fuch as my wit affords,
And over-joy of heart doth minifter.

* Vide Hall's Chronicle, fol. 66. year 23, init. ́ Mr. Pope.

K. Henry.

[fpeech,

K. Henry. Her fight did ravish, but her grace in Her words y-clad with wifdom's majetty, Make me from wond'ring fall to weeping joys, Such is the fulnefs of my heart's content.

Lords, with one chearful voice welcome my love. All kneel. Long live Queen Marg'ret, England's happiness!

2. Mar. We thank you all.

[Flourish.

Suf. My Lord Protector, fo it please your Grace, Here are the articles of contracted peace,

Between our Sovereign and the French King Charles, For eighteen months concluded by confent.

Glo. [reads.] Imprimis, It is agreed between the French King, Charles, and William de la Pole Marquis of Suffolk, Ambafador for Henry King of England, that the faid Henry fhall efpoufe the Lady Margaret, daughter unto Reignier King of Naples, Sicilia, and Jerufalem, and crown her Queen of England, ere the thirtieth of May next enfuing.

Item, That the duchy of Anjou, and the county of Maine, fhall be releafed and delivered to the King her father. [Lets fall the paper. K. Henry, Uncle, how now? Glo. Pardon me, gracious Lord;

Some fudden qualm hath struck me to the heart,
And dimm'd mine eyes that I can read no further.

K. Henry. Uncle of Winchefter, I pray, read on. Win. Item, That the duchies of Anjou and Maine fhall be releafed and delivered to the King her father, and fhe fent over of the King of England's own proper ooft and charges, without having any dowry.

K. Henry. They pleafe us well. Lord Marquis, kneel you down;

We here create thee the first Duke of Suffolk,
And gird thee with the fword. Coufin of York,
We here difcharge your Grace from being Regent
I'th' parts of France, till term of eighteen months
Be full expir'd. Thanks, uncle Winchester,
Glo'fter, York, Buckingham, and Somerset,
Salisbury, and Warwick;

We thank you for all this great favour done,
In entertainment to my princely Queen.

Come,

Come let us in, and with all speed provide
To fee her coronation be perform'd.

[Exeunt King, Queen, and Suffolk SCENE II. Manent the rest.

Glo. Brave Peers of England, pillars of the state,
To you Duke Humphry muft unload his grief,
Your grief, the common grief of all the land.
What did my brother Henry fpend his youth,
His valour, coin, and people, in the wars ?
Did he fo often lodge in open field,

In winter's cold, and fummer's parching heat,
To conquer France, his true inheritance?
And did my brother Bedford toil his wits
To keep by policy what Henry got?

Have you yourselves, Somerfet, Buckingham,
Brave York, and Salisbury, victorious Warwick,
Receiv'd deep fears in France and Normandy?
Or hath mine uncle Beaufort, and myself,
With all the learned counfel of the realm,
Studied fo long, fat in the council-house,
Early and late, debating to and fro,

How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe
And was his Highnefs in his infancy
Crowned in Paris, in defpight of foes ?

And fhall these labours and these honours die!
Shall Henry's conqueft, Bedford's vigilance,
Your deeds of war, and all our counfel, die?
O Peers of England, fhameful is this league,
Fatal this marriage; cancelling your fame,
Blotting your names from books of memory;
Razing the characters of your renown,
Defacing monuments of conquer'd France,
Undoing all, as all had never been.

Car. Nephew, what means this paffionate difcourfe

This peroration with fuch circumstances?

For France, 'tis ours; and we will keep it ftill.
Glo. Ay, uncle, we will keep it if we can :

But now it is impoffible we fhould.

Suffolk, the new-made Duke, that rules the roaft, Hath giv'n the duchy of Anjou and Maine

Unto the poor King Reignier, whofe large ftyle

Agrees