_Humphr._ Nay my Lord tis not my words that troubles you, [daa088] But my presence, proud Prelate as thou art: But ile begone, and giue thee leaue to speake. [daa090] Farewell my Lords, and say when I am gone, I prophesied _France_ would be lost ere long. _Exet_ Duke _Humphrey_. _Card._ There goes our Protector in a rage, My Lords you know he is my great enemy, And though he be Protector of the land, ·daa095· And thereby couers his deceitfull thoughts, For well you see, if he but walke the streets, [daa097] The common people swarme about him straight, Crying Iesus blesse your royall exellence, With God preserue the good Duke _Humphrey_. ·daa100· And many things besides that are not knowne, Which time will bring to light in smooth Duke _Humphrey_. [daa112] But I will after him, and if I can Ile laie a plot to heaue him from his seate. _Exet_ Cardinall. _Buck._ But let vs watch this haughtie Cardinall, ·daa105· Cosen of _Somerset_ be rulde by me, Weele watch Duke _Humphrey_ and the Cardinall too, And put them from the marke they faine would hit. _Somerset._ Thanks cosin _Buckingham_, ioyne thou with me, And both of vs with the Duke of _Suffolke_, ·daa110· Weele quickly heaue Duke _Humphrey_ from his seate. _Buck._ Content, Come then let vs about it straight, For either thou or I will be Protector. _Exet Buckingham and Somerset._ _Salsb._ Pride went before, Ambition follows after. Whilst these do seeke their owne preferments thus, ·daa115· My Lords let vs seeke for our Countries good, Oft haue I seene this haughtie Cardinall [daa117] Sweare, and forsweare himselfe, and braue it out, More like a Ruffin then a man of Church. [daa119] Cosin _Yorke_, the victories thou hast wonne, ·daa120· In _Ireland_, _Normandie_, and in _France,_ Hath wonne thee immortall praise in England. And thou braue _Warwicke_, my thrice valiant sonne, Thy simple plainnesse and thy house-keeping, Hath wonne thee credit amongst the common sort, ·daa125· The reuerence of mine age, and _Neuels_ name, Is of no little force if I command, Then let vs ioyne all three in one for this, That good Duke _Humphrey_ may his state possesse, But wherefore weepes _Warwicke_ my noble sonne. _Warw._ For griefe that all is lost that _Warwick_ won. Sonnes. _Anioy_ and _Maine,_ both giuen away at once, [daa132] Why _Warwick_ did win them, & must that then which we wonne with our swords, be giuen away with wordes. _Yorke._ As I haue read, our Kinges of England were woont to ·daa135· haue large dowries with their wiues, but our King _Henry_ giues away his owne. _Sals._ Come sonnes away and looke vnto the maine.