V. 7. 30. Steevens says: ‘In my copy of the second Folio, which had belonged to King Charles the First, his Majesty has erased _Cla._ and written _King_, in its stead. Shakespeare, therefore, in the catalogue of his restorers may boast a Royal name.’ The First Part of the Contention of The Two Famovs Houses of _Yorke_ & _Lancaster_, with the death of the good Duke _Humphrey_. SCENE I. _Enter at one doore, King_ HENRY _the sixt, and_ HUMPHREY _Duke of_ GLOSTER, _the Duke of_ SOMMERSET, _the Duke of_ BUCKINGHAM, _Cardinall_ BEWFORD, _and others_. _Enter at the other doore, the Duke of_ YORKE, _and the Marquesse of_ SUFFOLKE, _and Queene_ MARGARET, _and the Earle of_ SALISBURY _and_ WARWICKE. _Suffolke._ As by your high imperiall Maiesties command, I had in charge at my depart for _France_, As Procurator for your excellence, To marry Princes _Margaret_ for your grace, So in the auncient famous Citie Towres, ·daa005· In presence of the Kings of _France & Cyssile_, The Dukes of _Orleance_, _Calabar_, _Brittaine_, and _Alonson_. Seuen Earles, twelue Barons, and then the reuerend Bishops, [daa008] I did performe my taske and was espousde, And now, most humbly on my bended knees, ·daa010· In sight of England and her royall Peeres, Deliuer vp my title in the Queene, Vnto your gratious excellence, that are the substance Of that great shadow I did represent: The happiest gift that euer Marquesse gaue, ·daa015· The fairest Queene that euer King possest. _King._ _Suffolke_ arise. Welcome Queene _Margaret_ to English _Henries_ Court, The greatest shew of kindnesse yet we can bestow, Is this kinde kisse: Oh gracious God of heauen, Lend me a heart repleat with thankfulnesse, For in this beautious face thou hast bestowde A world of pleasures to my perplexed soule. _Queene._ Th’ excessiue loue I beare vnto your grace, Forbids me to be lauish of my tongue, ·daa025· Least I should speake more then beseemes a woman: Let this suffice, my blisse is in your liking, And nothing can make poore _Margaret_ miserable, Vnlesse the frowne of mightie Englands King. _Kin._ Her lookes did wound, but now her speech doth pierce, [daa030] Louely Queene _Margaret_ sit down by my side: And vnckle _Gloster_, and you Lordly Peeres, [daa032] With one voice welcome my beloued Queene. _All._ Long liue Queene _Margaret_, Englands happinesse. _Queene._ We thanke you all. ·daa035· Sound Trumpets. _Suffolke._ My Lord Protector, so it please your grace, Here are the Articles confirmde of peace, [daa037] Betweene our Soueraigne and the French King _Charles_, Till terme of eighteene months be full expirde.