_War._ Vnto the _Maine_, Oh father _Maine_ is lost, Which _Warwicke_ by maine force did win from _France_, ·daa140· Maine chance father you meant, but I meant _Maine_, [daa141] Which I will win from _France_, or else be slaine. _Exet Salsbury_ and _Warwicke_. _Yorke._ _Anioy_ and _Maine_, both giuen vnto the French, Cold newes for me, for I had hope of _France_, Euen as I haue of fertill England. ·daa145· A day will come when _Yorke_ shall claime his owne, And therefore I will take the _Neuels_ parts, And make a show of loue to proud Duke _Humphrey_: And when I spie aduantage, claime the Crowne, For thats the golden marke I seeke to hit: ·daa150· Nor shall proud _Lancaster_ vsurpe my right, Nor hold the scepter in his childish fist, Nor weare the Diademe vpon his head, Whose church-like humours fits not for a Crowne: Then _Yorke_ be still a while till time do serue, ·daa155· Watch thou, and wake when others be a sleepe, [daa156] To prie into the secrets of the state, Till _Henry_ surfeiting in ioyes of loue, With his new bride, and Englands dear bought queene, And _Humphrey_ with the Peeres be falne at iarres, ·daa160· Then will I raise aloft the milke-white Rose, With whose sweete smell the aire shall be perfumde, And in my Standard beare the Armes of _Yorke_, To graffle with the House of _Lancaster_: [daa164] And force perforce, ile make him yeeld the Crowne, ·daa165· Whose bookish rule hath puld faire England downe. _Exet Yorke._ SCENE II. Enter Duke _Humphrey_, and Dame _Ellanor_, _Cobham_ his wife. _Elnor._ Why droopes my Lord like ouer ripened corne, Hanging the head at _Cearies_ plentious loade, [dab002] What seest thou Duke _Humphrey_ King _Henries_ Crowne? Reach at it, and if thine arme be too short, Mine shall lengthen it. Art not thou a Prince, [dab005] Vnckle to the King, and his Protector? Then what shouldst thou lacke that might content thy minde. [dab007] _Humph._ My louely _Nell_, far be it from my heart, To thinke of Treasons gainst my soueraigne Lord, But I was troubled with a dreame to night, ·dab010· And God I pray, it do betide no ill. [dab011] _Elnor._ What drempt my Lord. Good _Humphrey_ tell it me, [dab012] And ile interpret it, and when thats done, Ile tell thee then, what I did dreame to night. _Humphrey._ This night when I was laid in bed, I dreampt that [dab015] This my staffe mine Office badge in Court, Was broke in two, and on the ends were plac’d, [dab017] The heads of the Cardinall of _Winchester_, [dab018] And _William de la Poule_ first Duke of _Suffolke_. [dab019]