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awful manner ? And yet it is not mere horror with which we are rilled,
but solemn emotion ; we have an exemplification of a blessing and a curse
in close proximity ; the pious king is an image of the heavenly mercy,
which, even in his last moments, labors to enter into the soul of the




HUMPHREY, Duke o/Gloster, his Uncle.

CARDINAL BEAUFORT, Bishop of Winchester, great

Uncle to the King.

EDWARD and RICHARD, his Sons.
Duke of Somerset, \

Duke of Suffolk, /

Duke of Buckingham, \ofthe King s Party.

Young CLIFFORD, his Son, )
Earl of Salisbury, ) f , York p .
Earl of Warwick, j J

LORD SCALES, Governor of the Tower. LORD SAY.
A Sea Captain, Master, and Master s Mate, and WALTER


Two Gentlemen, Prisoners with Suffolk.
A Herald. VAUX.
HUME and SOUTHWELL, two Priests.
BOLINGHROKE, a Conjuror. A Spirit raised by Mm.
THOMAS HORNER, an Armorer: PETER, his Man.
Clerk of Chatham. Mayor of Si. Albans.
SIMPCOX, an Impostor. Two Murderers.
JACK CADE, a Rebel:

4*r., his followers.
ALEXANDER IDEN, a Kentish Gentleman.

MARGARET, Queen to King Henry.

ELEANOR, Duchess o/*Gloster.

MARGERY JOURDAIN, a Witch. Wife to Simpcox.

Lords, Ladies, and Attendants; Petitioners, Aldermen, a
Beadle, Sheriff, and Officers ; Citizens, Prentices,
Falconers, Guards, Soldiers, Messengers, Sfc.

SCENE, dispersedly % various parts of England.





SCENE I. London. A Room of State in the

Flourish of trumpets ; then hautboys. Enter, on one
WARWICK, and CARDINAL BEAUFORT ; on the other,
SOMERSET, BUCKINGHAM, and others, following.

Suffolk. As by your high, imperial majesty,
I had in charge at my depart for France,
As procurator 1 to your excellence,
To marry princess Margaret for your grace ;
So, in the famous ancient city, Tours,
In presence of the kings of France and Sicil,
The dukes of Orleans, Calaber, Bretaigne, and Ah^on,
Seven earls, twelve barons, twenty reverend bishops,
I have performed my task, and was espoused ;
And humbly now upon my bended knee,
In sight of England and her lordly peers,
Deliver up my title in the queen

1 "The marquesse of Suffolk, as procurator to king Henry, espoused
the said ladie in the church of St. Martins. At the which marriage were
present, the father and mother of the bride ; the French king himself, that
was uncle to the husband ; and the French queen also, that was aunt to
the wife. There were also the dukes of Orleance, of Calabre, of Alanson,
and of Britaine ; seven earles, twelve barons, twenty bishops." Hall and


To jour most gracious hands, that are the substance l
Of that great shadow I did represent ;
The happiest gift that ever marquess gave,
The fairest queen that ever king received.

K. Hen. Suffolk, arise. Welcome, queen Marga
ret ;

I can express no kinder sign of love,
Than this kind kiss. O Lord, that lends me life,
Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness !
For thou hast given me, in this beauteous face,
4 A world of earthly blessings to my soul,
* If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.

Q. Mar. Great king of England, and my gracious-
lord ;

4 The mutual conference that my mind hath had 9
4 By day, by night ; waking, and in my dreams ;
4 In courtly company, or at my beads,
4 With you mine alder-liefest 3 sovereign,
i Makes me the bolder to salute 1 my king
i With ruder terms ; such as my wit affords,
4 And over-joy of heart doth minister.

K. Hen. Her sight did ravish ; but her grace



4 Her words y-clad with wisdom s majesty,
4 Makes me, from wondering, fall to weeping joys ;
4 Such is the fulness of my heart s content.
4 Lords, with one cheerful voice welcome my love.

All. Long live queen Margaret, England s hap
piness !

Q. Mar. We thank you all. [Flourish.

Suff. My lord protector, so it please your grace,
Here are the articles of contracted peace,

1 i. e. to the gracious hands of you, my sovereign, who arc, &c. In
the old play the line stands :

" Unto your gracious excellence^ that are."

2 I am the bolder to address you, having already familiarized you to
my imagination.

3 i. e. most beloved of all ; from alder, of all ; formerly used in compo
sition with adjectives of the superlative degree ; and liefest, dearest, or
most loved.


Between our sovereign and the French king Charles,
For eighteen months concluded by consent.

Glo. [Reads.] Imprimis, It is agreed between the
French king Charles, and William de la Poole, mar
quess of Suffolk, ambassador for Henry king of Eng
land, that the said Henry shall espouse tlte lady
Margaret, daughter unto Reiguier king of Naples,
Sicilia, and Jerusalem ; and crown her queen of Eng
land, ere the thirtieth of May next ensuing. Item,

That the ducluj of Anjou, and the county of Maine,
shall be released and delivered to the king her father

K. Hen. Uncle, how now?

Glo. Pardon me, gracious lord ;

Some sudden qualm hath struck me at the heart,
And dimmed mine eyes, that I can read no further.

K. Hen. Uncle of Winchester, I pray, read on.

Win. Item, It is further agreed between them
that the duchies of Anjou and Maine shall be released
and delivered over to the king her father ; and she sent
over of the king of England s own proper cost and
charges, without having dowry.

K. Hen. They please us well. Lord marquess,

kneel down ;

We here create thee the first duke of Suffolk,
And girt thee with the sword.
Cousin of York, we here discharge your grace
From being regent in the parts of France,
Till term of eighteen months be full expired.
Thanks, uncle Winchester, Gloster, York, and Buck

Somerset, Salisbury, and Warwick ;
We thank you all for this great favor done,
In entertainment to my princely queen.
Come, let us in ; and with all speed provide
To see her coronation be performed.

[Exeunt King, Queen, and SUFFOLK,

Glo. 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.
c What ! did my brother Henry spend his youth,


* His valor, coin, and people, in the wars ?
Did he so often lodge in open field,

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

* Have you yourselves, Somerset, Buckingham,

; Brave York, Salisbury, and victorious Warwick,

Received deep scars in France and Normandy?

4 Or hath my uncle Beaufort, and myself,

4 With all the learned council of the realm,

Studied so long, sat in the council-house,

Early and late, debating to and fro

How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe ?

And hath his highness in his infancy

1 Been crowned in Paris, in despite of foes ?

; And shall these labors, and these honors, die ?

c Shall Henry s conquest, Bedford s vigilance,

c Your deeds of war, and all our counsel, die ?

4 O peers of England, shameful is this league !

Fatal this marriage, cancelling your fame ;

Blotting your names from books of memory ;

Razing the characters of your renown ;

c Defacing monuments of conquered France ;

; Undoing all, as all had never been!

* Car. Nephew, what means this passionate dis

course ?

*This peroration with such circumstance? 1
*For France, tis ours ; and we will keep it still.

* Glo. Ay, uncle, we will keep it, if we can ;

* But now it is impossible we should :
Suffolk, the new-made duke that rules the roast,
i Hath given the duchies of Anjou and Maine

* Unto the poor king Reignier, whose large style

* Agrees not with the leanness of his purse.

* Sal. Now, by the death of Him that died for all,

* These counties were the keys of Normandy :
But wherefore weeps Warwick, my valiant son ?

1 This speech crowded with so many circumstances of aggravation.


4 War. For grief, that they are past recovery ;
i For, were there hope to conquer them again,
4 My sword should shed hot blood, mine eyes no tears.
4 Anjou and Maine ! myself did win them both ;
4 Those provinces these arms of mine did conquer :
4 And are the cities, that I got with wounds,
6 Delivered up again with peaceful words?
4 Mort Dieu !

* Yor/c. For Suffolk s duke may he be suffocate,

* That dims the honor of this warlike isle !

* France should have torn and rent my very heart,
""Before I would have yielded to this league.

4 I never read but England s kings have had

4 Large sums of gold, and dowries, with their wives ;

4 And our king Henry gives away his own,

4 To match with her that brings no vantages.

* Glo. A proper jest, and never heard before

* That Suffolk should demand a whole fifteenth,

* For costs and charges in transporting her !

* She should have staid in France, and starved in


* Before

* Car. My lord of Gloster, now you grow too hot ;

* It was the pleasure of my lord the king.

* Glo. My lord of Winchester, I know your mind ;
4 Tis not my speeches that you do mislike,

4 But tis my presence that doth trouble you.

4 Rancor will out. Proud prelate, in thy face

4 I see thy fury ; if I longer stay,

4 We shall begin our ancient bickerings.

Lordings, farewell; and say, when I am gone,

I prophesied France will be lost ere long. [Exit.

Car. So, there goes our protector in a rage.
Tis known to you he is mine enemy :

* Nay, more, an enemy unto you all ;

* And no great friend, I fear me, to the king :

* Consider, lords, he is the next of blood,

* And heir apparent to the English crown :

* Had Henry got an empire by his marriage,

* And all the wealthy kingdoms of the west,

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* There s reason he should be displeased at it.

* Look to it, lords ; let not his smoothing word

* Bewitch jour hearts; be wise, and circumspect.
What though the common people favor him,

Calling him Humphrey, the good duke of Gloster ;

i Clapping their hands, and crying with loud voice

4 Jesu maintain your royal excellence !

4 With God preserve the good duke Humphrey!

4 I fear me, lords, for all this flattering gloss,

4 He will be found a dangerous protector.

* Buck. Why should he then protect our sovereign,

* He being of age to govern of himself?
Cousin of Somerset, join you with me,

4 And all together with the duke of Suffolk,
4 We ll quickly hoise duke Humphrey from his seat.

* Car. This weighty business will not brook delay ;

* I ll to the duke of Suffolk presently. [Exit.

i Som. Cousin of Buckingham, though Humphrey s


4 And greatness of his place, be grief to us,
Yet let us watch the haughty cardinal :
4 His insolence is more intolerable
4 Than all the princes in the land beside ;
4 If Gloster be displaced, he ll be protector.

Buck. Or thou, or I, Somerset, will be protector,

* Despite duke Humphrey, or the cardinal.

Sal. Pride went before, ambition follows him.
4 While these do labor for their own preferment,
4 Behooves it us to labor for the realm,
4 I never saw but Humphrey duke of Gloster
4 Did bear him like a noble gentleman.
Oft have I seen the haughty cardinal
4 More like a soldier, than a man o the church,
4 As stout, and proud, as he were lord of all,
4 Swear like a ruffian, and demean himself
4 Unlike the ruler of a common-weal.
4 Warwick, my son, the comfort of my age !
4 Thy deeds, thy plainness, and thy house-keeping,
4 Hath won the greatest favor of the commons,


c Excepting none but good duke Humphrey.

And, brother York, 1 thy acts in Ireland,

In bringing them to civil discipline ; 2

Thy late exploits, done in the heart of France,

c When thou wert regent for our sovereign,

4 Have made thee feared and honored of the people :

4 Join we together, for the public good ;

6 In what we can to bridle and suppress

4 The pride of Suffolk, and the cardinal,

< With Somerset s and Buckingham s ambition;

And, as we may, cherish duke Humphrey s deeds,

* While they do tend the profit of the land.

* 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

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.

York. Anjou and Maine are given to the French ;

* Paris is lost ; the state of Normandy

* Stands on a tickle 3 point, now they are gone ;

* Suffolk concluded on the articles ;

* The peers agreed ; and Henry was well pleased

* To change two dukedoms for a duke s fair daughter.

o o

1 Richard Plantagenet, duke of York, married Cicely, the daughter of
Ralf Neville, earl of Westmoreland, by Joan, daughter to John of Gaunt,
duke of Lancaster, by his third wife, dame Catherine Swinford. Richard
Neville, earl of Salisbury, was son to the earl of Westmoreland by a
second wife. He married Alice, only daughter of Thomas Montacute,
earl of Salisbury, Avho was killed at the siege of Orleans (see Part I. of this
play, Act i. Sc. 3.), and in consequence of that alliance obtained the title
of Salisbury in 1428. His eldest son, Richard, having married the sister
and heir of Henry Beauchamp, earl of Warwick, was created earl of War
wick, 1449.

2 This is an anachronism. The present scene is in 1445 ; but Richard,
duke of York, was not viceroy of Ireland till 1449.

3 TicJde is frequently used for ticklish, by ancient writers.


* I cannot blame them all ; what is t to them ?
Tis thine they give away, and not their own.

* Pirates may make cheap pennyworths of their pillage,

* And purchase friends, and give to courtesans,

* Still revelling, like lords, till all be gone ;

* While as the silly owner of the goods

* Weeps over them, and wrings his hapless hands,

* And shakes his head, and trembling stands aloof,

* While all is shared, and all is borne away;

* Ready to starve, and dare not touch his own ;

* So York must sit, and fret, and bite his tongue,

* While his own lands are bargained for, and sold.
*Methinks the realms of England, France, and

*Bear that proportion to my flesh and blood,

* As did the fatal brand Althea burned,

* Unto the prince s heart of Calydon. 1

Anjou and Maine, both given unto the French !

Cold news for me ; for 1 had hope of France,

Even as I have of fertile England s soil.

A day will come, when York shall claim his own ;

And therefore I will take the Nevils parts,

And make a show of love to proud duke Humphrey.

And, when I spy advantage, claim the crown,

For that s the golden mark I seek to hit.

Nor shall proud Lancaster usurp my right,

Nor hold his sceptre in his childish fist,

Nor wear the diadem upon his head,

Whose church-like humors fit not for a crown.

Then, York, be still awhile, till time do serve ;

Watch thou, and wake, when others be asleep,

To pry into the secrets of the state ;

Till Henry, surfeiting in joys of love,

With his new bride, and England s dear-bought


And Humphrey with the peers be fallen at jars;
Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose,

1 Meleager ; whose life was to continue only so long 1 as a certain fire
brand should last. His mother, Althea, having thrown it into the fire, he
expired in torment.


With whose sweet smell the air shall be perfumed ;

And in my standard bear the arms of York,

To grapple with the house of Lancaster ;

And, force perforce, I ll make him yield the crown,

Whose bookish rule hath pulled fair England down.


SCENE II. The same. A Room in the Duke of
Gloster s House.

Enter GLOSTER and the Duchess.

Duch. Why droops my lord, like over-ripened corn,
Hanging the head at Ceres plenteous load ?

* Why doth the great duke Humphrey knit his brows,

* As frowning at the favors of the world ?

* Why are thine eyes fixed to the sullen earth,

* Gazing on that which seems to dim thy sight !

4 What seest thou there ? King Henry s diadem,

* Enchased with all the honors of the world ?

* If so, gaze on, and grovel on thy face,

* Until thy head be circled with the same.

4 Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold ;
4 What, is t too short? I ll lengthen it with mine ;

* And having both together heaved 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.

4 Glo. O, Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost love thy

4 Banish the canker of ambitious thoughts :


* And may that thought, when I imagine ill

* Against my king and nephew, virtuous Henry,

* Be my last breathing in this mortal world !

4 My troublous dream this night doth make me sad.
4 Duch. What dreamed my lord ? Tell me, and I ll

requite it
4 With sweet rehearsal of my morning s dream.

4 Glo. Methought this staff, mine office-badge in


4 Was broke in twain ; bj whom, I have forgot,

4 But, as I think, it was by the cardinal ;

And on the pieces of the broken wand

4 Were placed the heads of Edmond duke of Somerset,

i And William de la Poole, first duke of Suffolk.

This was my dream ; what it doth bode, God knows.

4 Duck. Tut, this was nothing but an argument,
That he that breaks a stick of Gloster s grove,
Shall lose his head for his presumption.
4 But list to me, my Humphrey, my sweet duke.
Methought I sat in seat of majesty,
In the cathedral church of Westminster,
i And in that chair where kings and queens are

crowned ;

4 Where Henry, and dame Margaret, kneeled to me,
And on my head did set the diadem.

4 Glo. Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright :

* Presumptuous dame, ill-nurtured Eleanor !
Art thou not second woman in the realm ;
And the protector s wife, beloved of him ?

* Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command,

* Above the roach or compass of thy thought?
And wilt thou still be hammering treachery,

* To tumble down thy husband, and thyself,

* From top of honor to disgrace s feet ?
Away from me, and let me hear no more.

Duck. What, what, my lord ! are you so choleric,
With Eleanor, for telling but her dream ?
Next time I ll keep my dreams unto myself,
And not be checked.

4 Glo. Nay, be not angry ; I am pleased 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 ?

1 Wiereas for where.


4 Duch. Yes, good my lord, I ll follow presently.

[Exeunt GLOSTER and Messenger.
4 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 ! 1 Nay, fear not, man,
4 We are alone ; here s none but thee, and I.

Enter HUME.

Hume. Jesu preserve your royal majesty !

4 Duch. What say st thou, majesty ! I am but grace.

4 Hume. But, by the grace of God, and Hume s advice,
4 Your grace s title shall be multiplied.

{ Duch. What say st thou, man ? Hast thou as yet


4 With Margery Jourdain, the cunning witch; 2
4 And Roger Bolingbroke, the conjurer?
4 And will they undertake to do me good?

4 Hume. This they have promised, to show your


4 A spirit raised from depth of under ground,
4 That shall make answer to such questions,
4 As by your grace shall be propounded him.

4 Duch. It is enough ; I ll think upon the questions.
4 When from Saint Albans we do make return,
4 We ll see these things effected to the full.

1 A title frequently bestowed on the clergy. See the first note on the
Merry Wives of Windsor.

~ It appears from Rymer s Foedera, vol. x. p. 505, that in the tenth year
of Henry VI., Margery Jourdemayn, John Virley clerk, and friar John
Ashwell, were, on the ninth of May, brought from Windsor by the con
stable of the castle, to which they had been committed for sorcery, before
the council at Westminster, and afterwards committed to the custody of
the lord chancellor. It was ordered that whenever the said Virley and
Ashwell should find security for their good behavior, they should be set
at liberty, and in like manner that Jourdemayn should be discharged on
her husband s finding security. This woman was afterwards burned in
Smithfield, as stated in the play, and also in the Chronicles.


4 Here, Hume, take this reward ; make merry, man,
4 With thy confederates in this weighty cause.

[Exit Duchess.
* Hume. Hume must make merry with the duchess

gold ;

4 Marry, and shall. But how now, sir John Hume ?
Seal up your lips, and give no words but mum !

* The business asketh silent secrecy.

* Dame Eleanor gives gold, to bring the witch ;

* Gold cannot come amiss, were she a devil.
4 Yet have I gold, flies from another coast :

4 I dare not say, from the rich cardinal,

4 And from the great and new-made duke of Suffolk ;

4 Yet I do find it so ; for, to be plain,

i They, knowing dame Eleanor s aspiring humor,

4 Have hired me to undermine the duchess,

4 And buzz these conjurations in her brain.

* They say, A crafty knave does need no broker ;

* Yet am I Suffolk and the cardinal s broker.

* Hume, if you take not heed, you shall go near

* To call them both a pair of crafty knaves.

* Well, so it stands ; and thus, I fear, at last,

* Hume s knavery will be the duchess wreck;

* And her attainting will be Humphrey s fall.

* Sort how it will, 1 I shall have gold for all. [Exit.

SCENE III. The same. A Room in the Palace.

Enter PETER, and others, with petitions.

4 1 Pet. My masters, let s stand close ; my lord
protector will come this way by and by, and then we
4 may deliver our supplications in the quill. 2

4 2 Pet. Marry, the Lord protect him, for he s a

4 good man ! Jesu bless him !

1 Let the issue be what it will.

2 There have been some strange conjectures in explanation of this phrase,
in the quill. It appears to be nothing more than an intention to mark the
vulgar pronunciation of " in the coil" i. e. in the bustle. This word is
spelled in the old dictionaries quoil, and was no doubt often pronounced
by ignorant persons quile, or quill.



* 1 Pet. Here a comes, methinks, and the queen
* with him. I ll be the first, sure.

2 Pet. Come back, fool ; this is the duke of Suf-
4 folk, and not my lord protector.

4 Suff. How now, fellow ? wouldst any thing with
4 me?

4 1 Pet. I pray, my lord, pardon me ! I took ye for
4 my lord protector.

4 Q. Mar. [Reading the superscription.] To my
6 lord protector ! Are your supplications to his lordship?
i Let me see them. What is thine ?

4 1 Pet. Mine is, an t please your grace, against
4 John Goodman, my lord cardinal s man, for keeping
4 my house, and lands, and wife and all, from me.

Suff. Thy wife too ? That is some wrong indeed.
What s yours? What s here ? [Reads. ~] Against the
duke of Suffolk, for inclosing the commons of Melford.
How now, sir knave ?

2 Pet. Alas, sir, I am but a poor petitioner of our
whole township.

Peter. [Presenting his petition.] Against my master,
Thomas Homer, for saying, that the duke of York
was rightful heir to the crown.

Q. Mar. What say st thou ? Did the duke of York
4 say, he was rightful heir to the crown ?

4 Peter. That my master was ? No, forsooth : my
4 master said, that he was ; and that the king was an
4 usurper. 1

Suff Who is there ? [Enter Servants.] Take this
fellow in, and send for his master with a pursuivant
presently. We ll hear more of your matter before the
king. [Exeunt Servants, with Peter.

4 Q. Mar. And as for you, that love to be protected
4 Under the wings of our protector s grace,

1 The quarto reads, " an usurer."

" Queen. An usurper thou wouldst say.

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