_Glou._ Brave peers of England, pillars of the state,   [baa070] To you Duke Humphrey must unload his grief, Your grief, the common grief of all the land. What! did my brother Henry spend his youth, His valour, coin and people, in the wars? Did he so often lodge in open field,   ·baa075· In winter’s cold and summer’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, Somerset, Buckingham,   ·baa080· Brave York, Salisbury, and victorious Warwick, Received deep scars in France and Normandy? Or hath mine uncle Beaufort and myself,   [baa083] With all the learned council of the realm, Studied so long, sat in the council-house   ·baa085· Early and late, debating to and fro How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe, And had his highness in his infancy   [baa088] Crowned in Paris in despite of foes? And shall these labours and these honours die?   ·baa090· Shall Henry’s conquest, Bedford’s vigilance, Your deeds of war and all our counsel die? O peers of England, shameful is this league! Fatal this marriage, cancelling your fame, Blotting your names from books of memory,   ·baa095· Razing the characters of your renown, Defacing monuments of conquer’d France, Undoing all, as all had never been! _Car._ Nephew, what means this passionate discourse, This peroration with such circumstance?   [baa100] For France, ’tis ours; and we will keep it still. _Glou._ 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,   [baa104] Hath given the duchy of Anjou and Maine   [baa105] 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?   ·baa110· _War._ For grief that they are past recovery: For, were there hope to conquer them again, My sword should shed hot blood, mine eyes no tears. Anjou and Maine! myself did win them both; Those provinces these arms of mine did conquer:   ·baa115· And are the cities, that I got with wounds,   [baa116] Deliver’d up again with peaceful words? Mort Dieu!   [baa118] _York._ For Suffolk’s duke, may he be suffocate,   [baa119] That dims the honour of this warlike isle!   ·baa120· France should have torn and rent my very heart, Before I would have yielded to this league. I never read but England’s kings have had Large sums of gold and dowries with their wives; And our King Henry gives away his own,   ·baa125· To match with her that brings no vantages. _Glou._ A proper jest, and never heard before, That Suffolk should demand a whole fifteenth For costs and charges in transporting her! She should have stayed in France and starved in France,   [baa130] Before--