And useth it to patronage his theft. Win. Unreverent Gloster! Glo. Thou art reverent Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life. War. Roam thither then. Som. My lord, it were your duty to forbear. War. Ay, see the bishop be not overborne. Som. Methinks, my lord should be religious, And know the office that belongs to such. War. Methinks, his lordship should be humbler; Som. Yes, when his holy state is touch'd so near. Plan. Plantagenet, I see, must hold his tongue; Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords? Else would I have a fling at Winchester. K. Hen. Uncles of Gloster, and of Winchester, The special watchmen of our English weal; I would prevail, if prayers might prevail, [Aside. [A noise within; Down with the tawny coats! What tumult's this? War. An uproar, I dare warrant, Begun through malice of the bishop's men. [A noise again; Stones! Stones! Enter the Mayor of London, attended. May. O, my good lords,―and virtuous Henry, Pity the city of London, pity us! The bishop and the duke of Gloster's men, Forbidden late to carry any weapon, Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble-stones; That many have their giddy brains knock'd out: Enter, skirmishing, the Retainers of GLOSTER and WINCHESTER, with bloody pates. K. Hen. We charge you, on allegiance to ourself, To hold your slaught'ring hands, and keep the peace. Pray, uncle Gloster, mitigate this strife. 1 Serv. Nay, if we be Forbidden stones, we'll fall to't with our teeth. 2 Serv. Do what ye dare, we are as resolute. [Skirmish again. Glo. You of my household, leave this peevish broil, And set this unaccustom'd fight aside. 1 Serv. My lord, we know your grace to be a man Just and upright; and, for your royal birth, Inferior to none, but his majesty: And, ere that we will suffer such a prince, We, and our wives, and children, all will fight, 2 Serv. Ay, and the very parings of our nails Shall pitch a field, when we are dead. [Skirmish again. Glo, Stay, stay, I say! And, if you love me, as you say you do, Let me persuade you to forbear a while. K. Hen. O, how this discord doth afflict my soul! Can you, my lord of Winchester, behold My sighs and tears, and will not once relent? Or who should study to prefer a peace, If holy churchmen take delight in broils? War. My lord protector, yield;-yield, Winchester;— Except you mean, with obstinate repulse, To slay your sovereign, and destroy the realm. Glo. Compassion on the king commands me stoop; Or, I would see his heart out, ere the priest Should ever get that privilege of me. War. Behold, my lord of Winchester, the duke Hath banish'd moody discontented fury, As by his smoothed brows it doth appear: Why look you still so stern, and tragical? Glo. Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand. K. Hen. Fye, uncle Beaufort! I have heard you preach, That malice was a great and grievous sin: And will not you maintain the thing you teach, But prove a chief offender in the same? War. Sweet king!—the bishop hath a kindly gird.— For shame, my lord of Winchester! relent; What, shall a child instruct you what to do? Win. Well, duke of Gloster, I will yield to thee; Glo. Ay; but I fear me, with a hollow heart.- Win. So help me God, as I intend it not! K. Hen. O loving uncle, kind duke of Gloster, How joyful am I made by this contract! But join in friendship, as your lords have done. 2 Serv. And so will I. [Aside. 3 Serv. And I will see what physick the tavern affords. [Exeunt Servants, Mayor, &c. War. Accept this scroll, most gracious sovereign; Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet We do exhibit to your majesty. Glo. Well urg'd, my lord of Warwick;-for, sweet prince, An if your grace mark every circumstance, You have great reason to do Richard right: Especially, for those occasions At Eltham-place I told your majesty. K. Hen. And those occasions, uncle, were of force: Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is, That Richard be restored to his blood. War. Let Richard be restored to his blood; K. Hen. Stoop then, and set your knee against my foot; And, in reguerdon of that duty done, I girt thee with the valiant sword of York: Rise, Richard, like a true Plantagenet ; Plan. And so thrive Richard, as thy foes may fall! Glo. Now will it best avail your majesty, To cross the seas, and to be crown'd in France: Amongst his subjects, and his loyal friends; 'As it disanimates his enemies. [Aside. K. Hen. When Gloster says the word, king Henry goes; For friendly counsel cuts off many foes. Glo. Your ships already are in readiness. [Exeunt all but EXETER. Exe. Ay, we may march in England, or in France, Not seeing what is likely to ensue : This late dissention, grown betwixt the peers, |